"No need!"
The man waved the girl aside, "Don’t mind , go!"
Jun Ting probably knew what was going on; he seed to have been drugged with a colorless and tasteless aphrodisiac.
Who?
Yuan Yuqi?
The man’s strength was too much; the girl was directly thrown to the ground. By the ti she got up, the man had already rushed out of the private room, nowhere to be seen—
...
Yuan Yung arrived at the Phoenix Pavilion, looking for the private room Yuan Yuqi had ntioned. This place was high-end, and she had never been to such a setting, so it was very unfamiliar.
She wandered inside for quite a while but couldn’t find it; she was about to go downstairs to ask the waiter for help when an unfamiliar hand dragged her into a dark alcove.
Yuan Yung was so frightened her heart almost stopped suddenly. Realizing the other party was very dangerous, she wanted to call for help and escape.
But, the other party seed to be a trained martial artist; even in the dark, they understood her intent and completely trapped her in their arms.
The alcove had the sll of laundry powder, sowhat damp.
Yuan Yung realized this must be where laundry supplies were placed; at this mont, her back was pressed against the wall by the other party. She reached behind, and sure enough, felt sothing akin to a mop.
But soon the other party turned her entirely around and pressed her against the wall; naturally, the mop in her hand fell to the ground.
Her only weapon was just like that... gone.
"Bastard, what do you want to do?" Yuan Yung felt her face being squeezed out of shape.
"I’m sorry, I really... feel too... uncomfortable... just for a while... it’ll be fine, I’ll stop imdiately..."
"I’m sorry, I’ve never done this kind of thing before. If you’re... uncomfortable later... I’ll stop."
"You can have any amount of money, I..."
Then she clearly heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled.
This bastard actually intends to...
Wait, this is not right.
The voice sounded so familiar, like...
"Jun Ting, is it you?"
The man’s movent suddenly stopped; just now, he felt his head was dizzy, his whole body burning, so he assud the other person was just a woman...
He couldn’t care about much at the mont.
But the voice just now was clearly...
"Yuan Yung, how is it you?"
In an instant, he lost all feeling, like soone had poured icy cold water over his head, chilling him to the bone.
Just now, he almost...
Damn!
Once Yuan Yung was freed, she turned around and slapped the man hard, "Scoundrel." Then she dashed out through the door.
Jun Ting was stunned for a mont before he reacted; then he took off after her, "Yuan Yung, wait, let explain; things aren’t how you think they are."
The woman was walking very quickly ahead, her anger consuming all her reason. She didn’t stop to think carefully.
She had only one thought in her mind; if she hadn’t recognized him earlier, or he hadn’t recognized her, would sothing irreparable have happened?
The thought alone frightened her.
Just imagining it made her feel sick, goosebumps rising all over her body.
Jun Ting had never been so embarrassed before, chasing a woman while getting dressed.
He had never been this anxious either; at this mont, he was preoccupied with one thing, how to explain it to her clearly.
But for such things, no matter how you explain, it may never be clear.
He rushed forward, opening his arms to block her, "Yuan Yung, wait."
"Wait for what!" The girl’s nose was red from the cold, "Jun Ting, I didn’t expect your private life to be this unchecked; how many tis have you done things like this!"
"You make feel so dirty, utterly filthy."
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