Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Luckily, she was not a troublesome drunk, and she merely curled up in a corner to sleep like a kitten.
One of the investors was very interested in her. He sat next to her all throughout and eyed her like a predator would its prey.
He did no more than that, though. With Lin Fengtian around, he did not have the guts to do what he wanted and could only watch her.
How could Mu Yazhe not understand what the man was thinking? She was a lovely temptation; one that was within sight but not within grasp. He could touch her but not devour her. This feeling made one’s heart itch and ache at the same time.
Lin Fengtian was especially protective of her, so the investor knew that there were limits.
However, this woman was just too rare and reserved for this occasion!
How could she get drunk with just a glass of wine?
She actually dared attend this kind of decadent party with her pathetic state of alcohol tolerance. This place was a dangerous wolf’s den, and she was like a delicate lamb in a slaughterhouse.
His thoughts rumbled as he made a mess of her hair with much displeasure.
She unhappily lifted her face; her glistening, almond-shaped eyes stared fiercely at him before she clenched her fists and gave him a few flighty hits on the chest. She might have exerted her strength, but he hardly felt it.
“Hey… You are a bad guy! Bad guy!”
This woman has her guts now, huh. It’s true that I’m bad, though – thoroughly evil – but she hasn’t seen the extent of my evilness!
The car stopped under the shade. With the night as his cover, he had a devilish smile as he hailed her on his lap.
As her frail and thin body unsteadily straddled his muscular frame, falling over every now and then, she innocently and charmingly laughed in such a way that hit his sweet spot.
He sat admiring her seductive tipsy state; in place of her naivete, she was alluring and coquettish.
He reached out his hand and lightly held her chin, his fingertip brushing her lower lip.
She blinked, and without warning, bit his fingertip. Her red lips fastened on his finger as her teeth grazed his knuckle in slow and fast motions.
He widened his eyes in surprise. Not only can this cat fight, it can bite, too! he thought with a raised eyebrow.
However, since she was still intoxicated, her bite was not painful. In contrast, it aroused his repressed sexual appetite.
He cradled her neck, bent down, and locked lips with her; Casually sweeping over her lip flaps, he slid into the seam between.
Startled, she hit his shoulders repeatedly in defense. Her brows furrowed deeply as her folded fists came down on him, muttering in her sleep, “No, no! I don’t want to! Let me go!”
He was a little amused and annoyed by her panicked refusal, especially when she said, “You are a bad guy! Don’t touch me…”
Interesting.
The man realized it would be fun to tease her in her current state. He snubbed her nostrils until she breathlessly curled her hands and feet.
She’s fun, indeed!
He was absorbed in teasing her; he playfully pinched her chin and cheeks, like a child fiddling with his favorite toy.
“Ah!” She threw him an irate look and pushed his playful hands away.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, scooped his face in her small palms, and sat in rumination with her head tilted. Her stiff lips broke into a smile, mumbling, “Gu Xingze…”