They surrounded me right after the breakup.

At 1:30 a.m., the music in the private room finally stopped.

There were more than a dozen empty wine bottles lying haphazardly on the coffee table.

The Louis XIII bottle rolled to the edge of the carpet.

The Macallan 25 was still dripping its last few drops of liquor from the neck.

The ice in the ice bucket had long since melted into half a bucket of lukewarm water.

The rim of the crystal glass was marked with varying shades of lipstick.

The cigar ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.

The scent of ebony and agarwood in the air was completely masked by the smells of alcohol and tobacco.

The female celebrities on the sofa were slouching.

The nation's goddess kicked her high heels under the coffee table.

She curled up on the sofa armrest, her long hair covering half her face.

The mascara smudged into two dark shadows.

He was still muttering to himself about where the next event would be.

Chen Zeshan sank into the sofa, his shirt pulled out from his waistband.

His beer belly bulged out of his belt, and his face was oily.

He raised the cigar in his hand toward Jiang Han.

"President Jiang, from now on we're brothers."

Wang Jing was so drunk he couldn't stand up; he leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Jiang Han drank quite a bit tonight, a mix of foreign liquor and baijiu.

Anyone else would have collapsed by now, but he is unusually lucid.

My heart wasn't racing, and my temples weren't throbbing.

Even when the smell of alcohol rises, you can still tell which glass's aftereffect it is.

He looked down at his outstretched palm; his fingers were steady.

Is this also a function of the system?

The system's enhancement at the time only had a few words: Unlimited, oh ho ho ho.

When he threw Lao Zheng to the ground on the training field, he already understood that what needed to be strengthened was far more than just bedroom skills.

Now even alcohol can counteract it.

His body's response threshold to external stimuli has been completely overclocked.

He can fight and endure, and can stand soberly in the midst of alcohol while watching the people around him limp and weak.

Jiang Han suddenly felt that the system had been too casual in choosing its name.

What do you mean by "unlimited"? It's clearly an unlimited battle mode.

Just as he was about to put the cup down, the two girls who had just been chosen stood up from the sofa.

They don't need to ride back to their dorm tonight, and they don't need to squeeze into the taxi they came in.

Xiaoyu picked up her jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then bent down to help her teammate button it up.

Her teammate is called Xiaolu, and she's a few months younger than her.

I kept secretly watching Jiang Han while I was dancing.

His face was already flushed red from the alcohol.

The two walked to Jiang Han's side, one on each side, and each put their arms around his arm.

"Mr. Jiang, we'll take you home."

The implication is self-evident.

They knew perfectly well what was going to happen next.

No one forced me; it was entirely voluntary.

Jiang Han put the cup on the coffee table, stood up and straightened his shirt collar.

His hand went around the back of the little fish's neck and gently pinched the tip of her ear.

It slid down the deer's back and paused for a moment at her waist.

Then he withdrew his hand and followed the two towards the door.

The three of them left the lobby, where the red brick wall at the entrance appeared dark in the night.

A black Mercedes was parked on the side of the road, its headlights already on.

The driver stood beside the car door and respectfully opened the rear door.

He then handed the gold-embossed room key to Xiaoyu's finger.

The entire process was incredibly smooth.

……

The car drove through the streets of Jingzhou late at night, with neon lights outside the window forming a ribbon of light.

Xiaoyu leaned on Jiang Han's shoulder, her fingers clenched tightly around his forearm.

The little deer sat on the other side, looking down and playing with the loose threads on her skirt.

The vehicle was parked at a famous five-star hotel in Jingzhou.

The pillars of the porch are entirely gilded.

Waiters in black uniforms, white gloves, and with straight backs stood on either side of the revolving door.

Crystal chandeliers hang from the dome in the lobby, casting a cascade of light onto the marble.

The ground is made of a single piece of natural stone.

The reception desk was located deep in the lobby, with several impeccably dressed receptionists standing behind it.

But the little fish and the little deer did not go that way.

They didn't even glance at the front desk.

Check-in information is completed automatically in the background, without the need for ID cards, facial recognition, or any signatures.

From the car door to the elevator, no one asked them who they were, nor did anyone stop them to register.

The rules are set for ordinary people.

Here, Jiang Han is no longer an ordinary person.

He won't leave any information about staying overnight.

It was just two young girls who stayed at the hotel for one night.

That's it.

The elevator mirror reflected the figures of three people, with Jiang Han standing in the middle.

Two girls were clinging to his arms, one on each side.

Upon entering the room, the lights in the suite's entryway were already on.

On the coffee table were chilled champagne and crystal glasses.

The bedroom curtains were half-open, and the night view of most of Jingzhou unfolded beneath my feet.

Jiang Han walked to the window, took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

A soft, squishy voice came from behind me.

"President Jiang, the bathtub water is ready, and the temperature is adjusted."

The little fish squatted by the bathtub and reached out to test the water temperature, splashing water that wet the edge of her skirt.

The two women helped Jiang Han take off his shirt, their fair fingers brushing against his shoulder.

The time spent there was longer than when we were in the car.

Xiaolu took the shirt and hung it in the closet.

Jiang Han patted the edge of the bathtub.

Not a single word needs to be said.

Xiaoyu's face flushed instantly, before she could even speak.

The little deer had already lowered her head and started unzipping her skirt.

Jiang Han stepped into the bathtub; the water temperature was just slightly hot.

He leaned against the tank wall, his head resting on the waterproof cushion.

I heard rustling sounds from two people behind me.

Then, the water rippled twice.

Steam filled the bathroom.

The fair skin glowed with a rosy luster under the combined effects of alcohol and water temperature.

Nineteen is indeed an age when one is like a budding flower.

However, this bud had already suffered unimaginable damage before it could bloom.

Playing around with it is fine.

I think it's better to forget about bringing it home.

Jiang Han leaned against the water and lit a cigarette.

"Hiss... Huff..."

You don't need to apply the shower gel yourself.

There's no need to press the thighs yourself.

Everything is done for someone else.

Just enjoy it.

half an hour.

Xiao Lu folded the towel and placed it behind Jiang Han's neck.

They wrung out another hot towel and placed it on his forehead.

As the steam rose, Jiang Han opened his eyes and saw a young face flushed red from the steam.

After the water in the bathtub cooled down, Jiang Han stood up and pulled a bath towel off the shelf.

One person took the towel and dried his back, while another person squatted down to dry his calves.

Jiang Han doesn't consider himself a good man in the traditional sense.

He bent down and picked up the little fish in his arms, and the other person naturally wrapped their arms around his neck.

Water dripped from the girl's hair onto the bedroom carpet.

Jiang Han placed the small fish on the bed and pointed to the side...

Large, dark water stains spread across the silk pillowcase.

The girl's eyes sparkled in the dim light.

The blanket slipped to the foot of the bed and no one paid any attention.

Outside the window, the lights of Jingzhou stretched out like a golden net, silently spreading in the darkness.

Tonight, President Jiang will be discussing another big deal worth hundreds of millions.

……