The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

Upon reaching the basement level, the deep bass vibrated so loudly that the floor resonated, and the flashing purple-red laser lights cut out countless moving figures in the dim space.

Sitting down in the semi-open private room, with the long sofa close together, Yu Lian didn't notice anything amiss. Her guard lowered as she observed the intimate behavior of the men and women in the venue.

The music was so loud that it wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear what the person next to them was saying. Qi Sui touched Yu Lian's earlobe with his lips.

"What would you like to drink?"

Yu Lian was curious about everything and was looking around when she heard him ask a question. She subconsciously turned her face to the side, the distance between her four lips measured in millimeters.

Chi Wang, who had just come from the bar, saw this scene and almost crushed a pink gradient drink in his hand. After taking a closer look and confirming that they hadn't kissed, he placed it on the table in front of Yu Lian, looking annoyed.

"drink."

"Wine?" Yu Lian asked, tilting her head up.

The pale purple light cast a glow on the girl's face, making her appear even whiter and more radiant. Her bangs and eyelashes were clearly visible, and her eyes looked moist, as if she had just been caught in a rain shower.

Chi Wang looked away from her, his feigned indifference immediately shattered: "What are you thinking? You can drink? Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't..."

Realizing he had said too much again, he pursed his lips in annoyance.

"Juice, why are you asking?"

"To be precise, it's a syrupy drink." Qi Sui smiled, picked up the wine glass, flicked the straw with his fingertips, and brought it to Yu Lian's lips. "Try it? It has extra pomegranate syrup."

Yu Lian lowered her head, her lips just touching the straw, when she suddenly caught sight of Chi Wang staring at her with a complex look of resentment and anticipation, his eyes narrowed.

She had only sucked half the liquid into the straw when she hesitated and spat it out: "Did they drug me?"

Chi Wang snapped, "What are you saying? Am I that evil?"

And then there's the ambiguous accusation against her.

Do you think everyone is as evil as you?

Yu Lian glanced at him for a second, then pointed to herself with an exceptionally pure and innocent face, like a newly blossoming gardenia.

"Me?"

What makes you say that? How can you say something so incisive and insightful?

Could it be that when they met at the restaurant last time, he really believed she was the one who caused the chaos?

Chi Wang looked at her face, but couldn't say anything.

She seems like a wolf with a baby face.

She's so cute, yet she does all sorts of bad things.

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The level of insults they use is also quite extreme.

They don't even care about animals.

Chi Wang is good at his studies and has a great figure. In particular, he has a face that looks like he would die of a sexually transmitted disease at the age of eighteen, but he is very naive in his views on relationships.

He has a happy family. His parents have been in love for more than ten years, from their first love to their marriage. The family education he received taught him that love is faithful, flawless, unwavering until death, and cannot be tested.

It's as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Therefore, he has a very concrete concept of his other half; she must be that kind of person. He must have a relationship that lasts from the very first one.

From a young age, he has been thinking and watching, searching for fragments of personalities he might like in cartoons, idol dramas, and novels.

He was trying to piece together a girl he liked.

Emotionally stable, speaks gently, has a kind and gentle heart, is resilient, not fragile or dependent, has clear life goals and works hard to achieve them, and also…

Chi Wangyu was speechless for a while, so Yu Lian turned around and glanced at Qi Sui, who was enjoying the show, before taking the cup into her own hands.

The thin stem of the cup wasn't long enough for the two hands to be separated, so Qi Sui gently rubbed his soft fingertips against her knuckles before letting go.

"He criticized me," Yu Lian complained.

Her thinking was rather simple: Qi Sui was Chi Wang's cousin, and she was Qi Sui's boss and mistress, so she should enjoy consumer rights.

When Chi Wang heard her being so cold to him but so dependent on Qi Sui, as if Qi Sui were some kind of good person who could uphold justice for her, he was so angry that he wanted to grind his teeth to dust, his jaw muscles bulging.

Another ideal type is someone who doesn't have any intimate contact with men other than him.

Looking at it this way, none of Yu Lian's points match.

Qi Sui leaned back on the sofa, glancing at her with a slightly sly look in his eyes, the light casting a suggestive and teasing glint in his gaze: "So what can I do, Master? I sell my body, not my strength, so I can't fight back. But if he makes you angry, you can get your revenge on me."

He paused, then repeated it meaningfully.

"On. My. Body."

Yu Lian felt a chill.

Another chilling symptom is drowsiness.

He looked at Qi Sui in disbelief, as if he were seeing some monster: "What did you call her?"

"Master." As if afraid that Chi Wang might not hear him clearly, Qi Sui drew out his voice and repeated it, his eyes curving up. The deep V-neck of his black silk shirt, which was not buttoned, was wide open as he leaned against the wall, revealing a patch of cold white.

The pink hair was perfectly concealed by the hanging braids.

Chi Wang heard it clearly, both times. His lips trembled, wanting to question why they were playing such a big game in front of him again. Last time it was that gray-haired guy messing around, this time it was Qi Sui acting like a master and servant, treating him like some kind of dark web censor, putting everything in front of him. He didn't say he wanted to see it, did he?

Unable to get any answers.

Based on the order of the people present at the restaurant that day, it should be his turn next time.

He shouldn't have had such expectations, but it was his turn.

He's handsome too, and he can role-play any character she likes, even...

He swallowed all his words, left resentfully, and decided to ignore it: "Gu Yitong wants you to take her to do something else, stop lingering here all the time."

Qi Sui didn't care about Chi Wang's departure. He fed Yu Lian a green grape and teased her casually, pretending to be affectionate as if it were soaked in honey water, while looking at her.

"Want to go play something else? Your good friends have all asked me to do this, Master."

Yu Lian ate green grapes, the drink in her hand remained the same size, but the straw was bitten flat and covered in teeth marks. Every time she heard Qi Sui call her "master," she would squint her eyes, unable to get used to it but forced to admit it.

It felt great.

The upper floor of the club has a variety of functions, including card games, karaoke, arcades, and billiards. Yu Lian had seen the floor signs when she took the elevator and was also a little curious.

"What's fun about it?"



What a huge bed. Big enough for five Yu Lians to lie down in.

The sound of running water in the bathroom was soft and gentle; the water flow wasn't strong, and you could clearly hear that the sound was different depending on which part of the body was being washed. Yu Lian was curled up on her side, her legs tucked in, occupying only a small corner, not daring to move at all.

Why don't you dare to move? Someone deliberately left the bathroom glass cover open, making it completely transparent. As soon as she turns around, they can see her showering live in high definition.

It's really...

She'll watch even if no one knows she's watching. But if someone knows she's watching, she'll respect men.

The other thing Qi Sui mentioned that he could do was play with him.

Yu Lian was also momentarily bewitched by lust. It was all because the cold light in the elevator made his face look too handsome and tempting that she forgot how to say no.

I really forgot. My mind is completely blank. I've even forgotten how to shake my head; I only remember how to nod.

The sound of water stopped, and the sound of drying hair only lasted a moment. Then, a weight pressed down on the other side of the bed, and another person's breath invaded the room. Yu Lian held her breath and turned to look.

His gray bathrobe was tied with only a loose belt, and as he got into bed, the fabric slipped down his shoulders and neck.

The front of the robe was completely open, bunched up at the waist, and the taut chest and abdominal muscles were shadowed by the bedside lamp.

He lay flat on his back, looking at her sideways, his hair and eyelashes still damp with moisture. He appeared completely submissive, yet the emotion in his eyes wasn't entirely one of submission, but rather a hint of mockery.

"It's all clean now, you can play with it as you like."

"Or should I try a more comfortable position?"

Yu Lian was almost overwhelmed by his teasing; she felt the air conditioning was set too high and she was unbearably hot.

She sat up, reached out to pull his robe tighter, and, as if out of nowhere, her Chinese instinct to save a courtesan awakened, she looked at him expectantly. Her tone was surprisingly sincere.

"Why don't you just stop selling it?"

The sitting posture involves bending the legs, with the skirt flared out, covering the buttocks but not the thighs. In this posture, the most flexible part of the body rubs against the sheets. The thin fabric, meant to provide insulation, is compressed and clings tightly to the body's contours.

If there is water, the depiction will be clearer.

Qi Sui looked at her, his eyes darkening.

Her voice still held a hint of a smile: "Are you sure you want to say this now?"

What's going on now?

Before Yu Lian could frown and retort, his hand squeezed into her thigh from under her knee, his fingertips finding an unpressed spot and touching it as if to confirm.

"Strange." He seemed to be thinking about something. His hands and forearms were covered in a slippery, warm feeling. He didn't know if it was because he was uncomfortable from being pressed down or something else. He suddenly turned his wrist, and Yu Lian's thigh was lifted up a little by him.

"It's not here yet, is it?"

"Nothing? Don't..." Suddenly touched, Yu Lian's waist went weak, and she hurriedly pressed his hand down, but she could feel his fingers still moving.

Gently, intermittently, it scratches.

"After what you just said, I thought you could get away with it so easily."

He traced the shape of the fabric with his fingertips, then slowly withdrew his hand, still having the leisure to straighten out her disheveled skirt.

His tone suggested he was genuinely puzzled.

So, it hasn't arrived yet.

"How could you say something like that, only to bring it up afterward?"



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