18: Chapter 18 Don’t Forget Your Promise 18: Chapter 18 Don’t Forget Your Promise The taste of the alcohol was not bad, with a sweet strawberry flavor, like eating the best strawberry ice cream in the world.
Tang Yuchen was right, the flavor of the alcohol was good.
An Ruo felt much relieved and drank several drinks in succession.
She was so focused on drinking that she didn’t notice the people in the private room had all stopped talking, and were all staring at her with varying expressions, as if something was about to happen.
Tang Yuchen was sitting casually, a smirk on his lips, his deep eyes gleaming with an evil light.
Within five minutes, An Ruo had finished all her drinks.
She turned her head to look at Tang Yuchen, “I’ve done what you asked, don’t forget your promise.”
The man didn’t speak, his thin lips curved up, his appearance charming and graceful, like Satan’s temptation, irresistible, constantly causing her to sink deeper.
An Ruo shook her head, strangely finding Tang Yuchen very handsome.
Suddenly, she felt very hot, despite the room’s moderate temperature; she felt unbearably hot, as if she were about to die.
An Ruo tugged at her neckline, unbuttoning two buttons of her shirt, revealing her pale clavicle.
It must have been the alcohol, An Ruo tried not to lose her composure completely, staggering to her feet and reminding Tang Yuchen repeatedly, “Don’t forget your promise.”
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed, and with a strong pull from the man, An Ruo found herself falling into his arms.
The unique masculine scent of a man rushed to her nose, and An Ruo couldn’t help but take a deep breath, feeling an inexplicably soothing pleasure.
Tang Yuchen’s handsome face was inches away, his lips almost touching hers as he murmured, “Do you know why it’s called Eighteen Layers of Hell?
Because the more beautiful things are, the more they sink people into the abyss… The consequence of sinking is the torment of living being worse than death, that’s the origin of Eighteen Layers of Hell.”
An Ruo stared at him blankly, her mind a blank, a trembling fear rising in her heart.
The private room was quiet, the others had left after she had finished drinking, now it was just the two of them.
Tang Yuchen chuckled, tightened his hold around her waist, and continued with a smile, “Do you feel unbearably hot right now?
Are you craving something?
An Ruo, with every passing second, your cravings will deepen until your entire being is filled with insatiable desires, doing things beyond your own imagination… Don’t be afraid, this isn’t death, it’s not that terrifying, besides, I’m here, I will fulfill your needs, I will make you comfortable…”
An Ruo’s face couldn’t get any paler.
Tang Yuchen’s words were not very explicit, but she understood his intentions.
Eighteen Layers of Hell, bluntly put, is a potent hallucinogenic drug.
He had actually… given her such a substance…
An Ruo felt panicked, she bit her lip tightly, like a desperately struggling small animal, constantly trying to pull his hands off her, trying to flee the place.
She would not allow such a situation to happen to her.
Just the thought alone was enough to make her feel like she was crumbling.
“Let me go… let me go…” An Ruo struggled tearfully, stubbornly refusing to let her tears fall.
Tang Yuchen’s arms were like iron clamps, immovable no matter how hard she struggled.
The woman struggled against his body, her soft body rubbing against him in his arms – it was a torturous ordeal.
“Please… let me go…” An Ruo’s cheeks were flushed, her pleas as enticing as a kitten’s.