56 Chaos in the Bathhouse
“Yes!” Lin Xun replied.
Very quickly, a few people came up and pulled Wu Wei back. They injected some strange liquid into Wu Wei’s veins.
It was a type of poison. Although it would not kill him, Wu Wei would suffer for a time.
“Throw him to Neverland Island.” Lu Zhao gave the order.
Contrary to what its name implied, Neverland Island was a heavily-fortified island-prison, and no one there ever experienced a good end.
Lin Xun nodded.
The drug in Wu Wei’s body had already taken effect, and he writhed his heavyset body in pain. He tried to crawl to Lu Zhao’s side and grab the bottom of Lu Zhao’s pants.
“Don’t touch Lu Zhao! You filthy old man!” When Luo Ying saw Wu Wei’s grubby hands reaching out to Lu Zhao, she stamped on them without hesitation.
She was a little drunk at the moment, so her speech was heavily slurred. “How dare you touch Lu Zhao? I’ll bring down the moon on your head!
Lu Zhao silently watched the angry petite woman, who was obediently nestled in his arms. Her eyelashes were moist, and she was mumbling incoherent words.
“You sweaty Martian, why did you have to go for Min Yu?” Luo Ying was not done rambling.
Lu Zhao picked up the woman and ignored the chaos in the casino. He walked toward the parking lot with his bodyguards leading the way.
Luo Ying was drunk. Her small hands were groping around at his body as she laughed foolishly.
“Your body is so nice to touch, hehe.” Luo Ying smiled. It lit a fire in his body.
Lu Zhao frowned. Wu Wei must have laced the cocktail. Otherwise, Luo Ying would not act so ridiculously.
Lu Zhao’s frown deepened.
Why was Luo Ying so interested in D’Corporeal? Why did she meet up with Wu Wei?
Was she really here for Min Yu?
Was she still trying to attract Lin Su’s attention?
Lu Zhao grabbed Luo Ying’s mischievous hand and pulled her into his arms. He sent a text message to Lin Xun on his phone.
[Keep an eye on Lin Su’s movements for the next few days.]
…
By the time Lu Zhao arrived home, Luo Ying was already too far gone. She had tried to undress herself. A large portion of her chest was exposed.
Lu Zhao’s shirt could not escape her either. Several of his buttons were undone, and she had planted lipstick marks on his exposed skin.
Lu Zhao strode into the bathroom. His expression had taken on a mixture of stoicism and harassed regality.
The servants had already filled the tub with water with rose petals.
Luo Ying automatically took off all her clothes and walked into the bathtub. Her charming face was redder than a blooming rose.
Lu Zhao watched the scene in front of him. His eyes darkened.
‘Luo Ying, you asked for this.’
He slowly moved closer to Luo Ying and kissed her gently.
The water in the bathtub rippled in an ambiguous manner. Droplets dotted the ground.
Luo Ying woke up the next morning.
When the patterns on the ceiling came into focus, Luo Ying felt a headache setting in.
Lu Zhao was sleeping soundly beside her. One arm was still wrapped around her body. It was as if he was declaring his sovereignty over her..
She only remembered that after drinking, her body had started to heat up. She had thrown herself at Lu Zhao, touching and kissing every inch that she could access.
Broken images appeared in her mind. Rippling waves, Rose petals stuck to her skin, and the intimate distance between them.
She and Lu Zhao…
Luo Ying felt the man stirring. She turned just in time to see him open his eyes. Their eyes met. There was an awkward silence.
“Hi, good morning.” Luo Ying said stiffly. “Aren’t you going to get up and go to work?”
“I’m too tired from yesterday. I’m going to sleep a little longer.” Lu Zhao pulled Luo Ying into his arms.
Luo Ying felt an explosive amount of information rush into her mind. What did he mean by that?
Did she rape Lu Zhao in his sleep?
No way, just how ridiculous had she been?
“No, did I go too far yesterday?” Luo Ying poked her head out of Lu Zhao’s arms.
“Yes, you were a little overboard.” Lu Zhao nodded.
Luo Ying felt extremely embarrassed. She reached out from under the blanket to grab her clothes. She needed to calm down now.
She had drunk too much last night and had even raped Lu Zhao.
Lu Zhao watched the woman hurriedly put on her clothes. His eyes narrowed.
What was she doing? Was she unhappy with this outcome?
Did she really not want him to touch her that much?
“You don’t want me to touch you?” Lu Zhao sat up and slowly threw the question.
Luo Ying was in the middle of getting dressed. She froze. She felt a dangerous presence looming behind her.
Her next words could seal her fate.