Qin Bai stalked towards to the king sized bed and didn't spare any time to switch the lights on. Instead of that, she used dim lights from the full moon reflecting through windows to guide her. She threw Qin Shimei on the bed, not giving her a second glance and quickly exited the room.
Meanwhile, Xing Jian was in his black Lamborghini waiting at the front entrance of the hotel. Twelve minutes later, he spotted Qin Bai walking to the car seductively, making his lower part heat up impatiently. Qin Bai sat in the passenger seat, and turned to Xing Jian with a mischievous smile. "Did you give him the key card for the room?"
Xing Jian replied with a hoarse tone, "Yeah, he should be on his way up there."
Qin Bai gave him a seductive smile as she says, "Good. A street rat fucking one of its kind would be an interesting site to watch."
Qin Bai glanced at Xing Jian's handsome face. He is currently focusing his eyes on her big boobs. Qin Bai chuckled sweetly. She looked down at Jian's little brother that is showing how hard he is getting turn on. To add more fuel to the fire, she bends over slightly to Xing Jian and exposing more cleavage while at the same time, teasing Xing Jian's crotch with her left hand and caused him to breathe heavily. He pressed the gas pedal quickly to leave the hotel. He couldn't wait any longer to greedily eat her up.
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In a dark and quiet room, were sounds of sweet whimpering and soft moaning. Qin Shimei was still conscious on the bed, but her vision was getting foggy. Her body was intensively heating up, her face flushing, her alluring eyes full of lust and yearning. Qin Shimei kept twisting her hips seductively while her left hand was massaging her clit and her right hand moving her black silk cardigan. While Qin Shimei was busy fiddling around, a small voice was heard.
Xiao Bao anxiously called out to Qin Shimei, "Goddess snapped out of it! Hurry up and g...." Xiao Bao was quickly interrupted by Asura's cold, deep voice, "Shut up! Someone is coming!"
Asura had an in-depth thought, Why does this energy feel familiar and dangerous?
Qin Shimei didn't know who was talking or where the voice came from. She was too intoxicated to the point she was losing her self control. Her right hand was under the creme color top and inched closer to her left breast to remove the shirt, but before her hand lightly lifted away from her soft breast...
*Bang*
The door was ruthlessly kicked open. Qin Shimei flinched from the loud noise causing her to squeeze her left breast lightly. A soft moan escapes from her plump lips, making her sweet juice gush out more from her already wet cave.
A dominating aloof and drop-dead handsome man with black hair and red glowing eyes stood from the entrance. When he heard a soft moan coming out from the bed, the whole room turns deadly cold, and the edges of the big full windows form flake-like spiderwebs of ice, even when breathing you can see your breath.
An assistant named An Zing with black hair and light blue eyes was standing behind the tyrant man. He had his head down the whole time while standing four feet away from the entrance. He was sweating anxiously from his forehead. An Zing wanted to voice out his complaint but can only do it in his head, Ah! Boss, why do you have to kick the door when you have the card key!
An Zing was too focus on complaining in his head that he did not hear the sweet moaning sound coming from the room.
The tyrant man slightly turned his head to look at his assistant behind him.
This time the whole floor got colder; it is like the tyrant man can hear An Zing's complaint from his head.
The man gave An Zing a cold glare. "Get out!"
An Zing lifted his head and saw a cold glare staring at him. He felt a cold shiver running down his spine. "B-But b-boss, we have a mee...."
*Bang*
The door slammed in front of An Zing's face. He turned and trudged over to the elevator feeling embarrassed. "Man, I don't want to hear those old geezers complain." He let out a heavy sigh.
Once An Zing stepped in the elevator, two figures appeared from thin air and stood near him. The one on the left is An Zhu, who had gray hair with gold eyes and seemed like a sixteen year old teen, while the one on the right side was An Jin, who had brownish red hair with grey eyes and looked more to be in his early twenties.
An Jin gave An Zing a mocking sneer, "Complaints? Who told you to get the boss pissed off when he was already in a bad mood?"
An Zing turned to An Jin and gave him an ugly glare. "What the hell did I do?"
An Jin smirks back at An Zing and glanced at him like he was talking to an idiot. "Heh...it's not what you did, it's what you said."
An Zing pointed his finger at An Jin, shouting, "An Jin, I didn't say anything so don't try to start a fight!"
An Jin snorted and turned to face the elevator door, not wanting to explain any more to a person who does not have a brain. "Tch...idiot."
An Zing was about to shout back, but was interrupted.
An Zhu, who has been quiet the whole time finally spoke up, "Um, An Zing."
An Zing was even more irritated because he was interrupted and turned to An Zhu, but before he can lash out at him, he saw An Zhu pointing at his head while whispering out loud, "You were complaining in your head. Boss can hear you..."
It's as if someone poured cold water on him. An Zing's finger that was pointing at An Jin dropped by his side. An Zing felt like his soul floated out from his body. At the same time, he wanted to cry, but no tears come out. He wanted to speak, but his throat got stuck. He wanted to grab his hair and scream, but his arms won't listen. All that was shown was a gape-mouth, wide eyes, and a pale face.