The Quagmire of Desire: From Gambling Addict and Village Flower to Movie Queen

After posting this, Liu Yue almost burst into tears.

She bit her lip hard, afraid that she would cry out loud.

In the living room, Xiao Hui was sitting on the sofa playing on his phone, and he didn't notice anything unusual.

The wardrobe door was closed tightly, and it was so quiet that it seemed like there was nothing inside.

Liu Yue squatted in the toilet for more than ten minutes before daring to come out.

She was wrapped in a bath towel, her hair still wet, and cautiously glanced at the wardrobe door, which was still closed.

Xiao Hui looked up at her: "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, I probably ate something that upset my stomach," Liu Yue forced a smile.

"Then you lie down and rest, I'm going to take a shower." Xiao Hui stood up and walked towards the wardrobe.

Liu Yue's heart jumped into her throat again.

Just then, Xiaohui's phone rang.

"Hey, Brother Lin? Okay, I'll come down and get it right away." Xiao Hui hung up the phone and said to Liu Yue, "Brother Lin said you've finished editing some photos and asked me to come down and get a USB drive to take a look. You can rest first."

After saying that, he opened the door and went out.

The door clicked shut, and Liu Yue collapsed onto the bed as if all her bones had been removed, gasping for breath.

Tears streamed down her face as she muttered, "Damn...you scared me to death."

The wardrobe door creaked open, and Liu Sheng walked out naked, his expression calm, even grinning: "See, I told you it was nothing."

Liu Yue glared at him, her eyes filled with tears: "Get out! Get out right now!"

Liu Sheng calmly put on his pants and shirt, then sat down on the bed and reached out to touch Liu Yue's face: "Why are you angry? I was working pretty hard just now, and you enjoyed yourself too."

Liu Yue slapped his hand away: "Do you know he almost opened the closet!"

"So what if it's open? At worst, I'll have a drink with your boyfriend and we can become friends," Liu Sheng laughed. "He's not your husband, what are you afraid of? Besides, you were shouting so loudly just now. If he was listening at the door, your shout would have given you away, wouldn't it?"

Liu Yue was so angry she couldn't speak, so she could only throw a pillow at him.

Liu Sheng caught the pillow, stood up and walked out. When he reached the door, he turned back and said, "I'll still be at the resort tomorrow. Come find me if you miss me."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left.

Liu Yue sat alone on the bed, trembling all over, unsure whether it was from anger or lingering fear.

The room still smelled of the previous odor, so she quickly opened the window to ventilate the room, then hurriedly tidied up the sheets, put the pillows back in their original positions, and wiped away all the evidence that could be exposed.

After doing all this, she squatted down by the bed, buried her face in her knees, and started to cry.

She didn't know when she became like this.

She clearly liked Xiaohui, and she knew she shouldn't be doing this, but every time that photographer messaged her, she couldn't control herself.

If the other person says a few nice things, she can't help but want to meet him. And once she meets him, she can't help but sleep with him.

She felt like a broken faucet that couldn't be turned off.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Liu Yue quickly wiped away her tears and cleared her throat: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Xiaohui. Open the door, I forgot my card."

Liu Yue took a deep breath and ran to open the door.

Xiao Hui came in with a USB drive and noticed her red eyes. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Have you been crying?"

"No, my stomach hurt terribly just now, and tears even came to my eyes." Liu Yue lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Xiao Hui pulled her into his arms and hugged her: "Does it still hurt? Should I take you to see a doctor?"

"It's okay now, it doesn't hurt anymore." Liu Yue leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling a mix of sadness and bitterness in her heart.

Xiao Hui ruffled her hair: "Then you should go to sleep early. I'll take a shower and come keep you company."

As he spoke, he took off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Liu Yue looked at him and suddenly said, "Xiao Hui, could you please stop being so nice to me in the future?"

Xiao Hui was taken aback: "What nonsense are you talking about now?"

"I'm serious." Liu Yue's eyes reddened again. "I'm not good, I'm really not good. I feel guilty that you're so good to me."

Xiao Hui laughed, walked over and kissed her forehead: "Did you take the wrong medicine today? Go to sleep, don't think too much."

After saying that, she took her change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Liu Yue listened to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, slowly lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind blank.

She knew that as long as she wasn't discovered, she would continue.

She can't control herself.

In the hotel corridor, Liu Sheng walked out of the elevator with a cigarette in his mouth.

He was in a good mood and whistled as he walked toward his room.

Just as I turned the corner in the corridor, I bumped into Liu Meiling, who was leaning against the wall smoking.

Liu Meiling, a cigarette dangling from her lips, squinted at him with a smile: "Hey, photographer brother, out for a stroll so late?"

Liu Sheng paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Couldn't sleep, came out for a smoke. What about you?"

"I can't sleep either." Liu Meiling exhaled a puff of smoke, her eyes sweeping over him. "I think I saw you coming from that direction just now, the direction seemed to be our hotel rooms?"

Liu Sheng's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and said, "I went to the wrong place. My friend's room is over there. I just got lost after going around in circles."

"Oh, I see." Liu Meiling smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

But her eyes clearly said: I don't believe you for a second.

Liu Sheng chuckled and walked away quickly.

Liu Meiling watched him walk away, stubbed out her cigarette, and turned back to her room.

Sun Xiaoyan was leaning against the bed scrolling through her phone when she saw her return. She asked in a low voice, "Who did you run into?"

"Who else could it be but that man who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night?" Liu Meiling took off her coat and lay down on the bed. "That girl is really bold. Xiao Hui is still here, and she dares to call people into the room."

Sun Xiaoyan was silent for a moment: "Are you planning to tell Xiaohui?"

Liu Meiling shook her head: "What should I say? Would he believe me? In Xiaohui's eyes, we're just two older cousins. Are our words more important than that female classmate's?"

Sun Xiaoyan sighed: "So we just watch her act like this?"

Liu Meiling sneered: "Whether she does it or not is her business, we'll just watch. Besides, everyone has their own dirty secrets, and we have no right to interfere."

Sun Xiaoyan opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Yes, they themselves aren't exactly clean either.

In the next room, Xiao Hui came out after taking a shower, his hair still wet.

He saw that Liu Yue was already "asleep," so he quietly turned off the light and lay down next to her.

Liu Yue had her back to him, her eyes open, staring into the darkness.

Xiao Hui hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "Goodnight."

Liu Yue closed her eyes, tears silently sliding down her cheeks and dripping into her pillow.

All she could think about was the photographer's hands, his scent, and the pleasures that Xiao Hui could never give her.

She called herself a slut.

But my body won't allow it.