Chu Yuan lowered his gaze to see the woman at his feet, wearing a strappy nightgown, her soft chest pressed against his calf.
The low-cut neckline revealed a hint of snowy cleavage.
The nightgown barely covered her hips, leaving a pair of beautiful legs completely exposed.
Such a beauty could not be found even on the Renjian Hao, which boasted the world’s finest cruise ship treasures.
Chu Yuan had just left the gambling table early for no other reason than a sudden onset of his chronic headache.
This was a hereditary illness passed down through his family, and he was a case of skipped-generation inheritance.
According to the family records, those afflicted with this disease never lived past thirty.
Once medication could no longer suppress it, he would descend into madness, losing all clarity of mind.
He was now teetering on the edge of that madness.
In the elevator, he had nearly lost consciousness several times.
As he stepped out, he caught the scent of orchids floating in the air.
The life-threatening headache vanished, replaced only by a deep longing.
Now, the fragrance of secluded orchids lingered at the tip of his nose, embodied by the woman lying at his feet.
Chu Yuan raised his eyes to the several waiters bowing at a ninety-degree angle. “What are you doing?”
The lead waiter replied, “This young lady is drunk. We’re taking her to the medical room to rest.”
Ye Jiuting protested, “I haven’t been drinking. They’re bad people. Sir, please take me away, anywhere is fine. I will repay your kindness.”
Afraid of being abandoned, she clung tightly to the man’s leg.
The waiter said, “Mr. God of Gamblers, we apologize for not handling this drunk guest properly and blocking your way. We’ll take her away immediately.”
With that, two waiters immediately stepped forward, each grabbing one of Ye Jiuting’s arms.
Ye Jiuting turned pale with fear and looked up, pleading to the God of Gamblers for help.
“No… Mr. God of Gamblers, save me.”
Her eyes reddened, brimming with tears.
Trembling uncontrollably from fear, she seemed as fragile as a small animal, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
Ye Jiuting frantically tried to stand up but failed several times.
Instead, her chest repeatedly rubbed against Chu Yuan’s calf, sending waves of tingling electricity through her.
Her shoulder strap slipped down, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulder.
Far from appearing disheveled, it only enhanced the vivid, alluring scene.
Chu Yuan gazed at the orchid-like woman at his feet—beautiful yet not seductive, pure as snow.
Just as those filthy hands were about to touch her skin, he bent down and picked Ye Jiuting up.
“I’ll take her with me. Tell your boss to come find me if he wants her back.”
The waiters halted, bowing in unison, not daring to utter a word of protest.
They could only watch helplessly as Ye Jiuting was carried away by the God of Gamblers.
Ye Jiuting leaned against Chu Yuan’s chest, trembling with lingering fear.
Afraid of being left behind, her pale fingers clutched his clothes tightly.
The pleasant woody scent enveloped her, flowing through her body like a clear spring.
So comforting!
Her body trembled involuntarily.
“You’ve been drugged. I’ll take you to the clinic.”
Gambling ships were already a dark corner of this world, and situations like Ye Jiuting’s were all too common.
Chu Yuan immediately assessed her condition.
“No, please. Hide me, lock me up—anything, as long as no one sees me.”
With the enemy hidden and herself exposed, going to the clinic now would be nothing short of delivering herself to the schemers.
As for the drug, as long as she endured the initial, most intense wave and drank plenty of water to metabolize it, she would be fine.
Ye Jiuting struggled to suppress the restlessness in her body and looked up at the man’s face.
What met her eyes was a young man.
His features were sharply defined as if carved by a blade, with brows and eyes like a painting, a high-bridged nose, and lips shaped like a diamond, tinted a healthy shade of pink.
He resembled the male lead from a manga—bold, vivid, and utterly captivating.
The air was filled with the alluring, woody scent of a man.
The scent of hormones triggered a chemical reaction with her drug-ravaged body.
A tidal wave of heat consumed her like a wild beast.
Flames meeting fuel ignited instantly.
Reason was burned to ashes.
Her actions spiraled out of control.
Ye Jiuting wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
He turned away, and her kiss landed at the corner of his mouth, where she tasted a faint hint of mint.
That flavor was like opium, addictive and irresistible.
She wanted more, craving another kiss, but he forcefully pulled her away.
She began tearing at his clothes, weeping like a rain-drenched pear blossom.
“I’m sorry, I’ve lost control… I can’t stop…”
Chu Yuan kicked the door open and placed her in the bathtub.
He turned on the showerhead, and icy water cascaded over her head.
The clash of fire and ice did nothing to sober her up—instead, it intensified her uncontrollable urges.
“Soak in the cold water for a while. I’ll go find a doctor.”
Chu Yuan’s voice was deep and magnetic.
To Ye Jiuting, every word from his lips was a temptation.
She grabbed his wrist and pressed herself against his chest.
“Don’t go. I need you.”
She began tearing at her own clothes, revealing her graceful figure.
Aroused, her skin flushed with an enticing rosy hue.
Chilly droplets traced the curves of her body, drawing involuntary, pleasurable moans from her lips.
“My body is burning, my heart is itching… someone tampered with my medication…”
Ye Jiuting rambled incoherently about her suffering.
Afraid he might leave, she used her body weight and all her strength to pull him down, dragging him into the bathtub.
“I’m clean. This is my first time… I won’t give you any diseases.”
Ye Jiuting kissed the man’s lips, fumbling with his clothes, her actions desperate and chaotic.
She wrapped herself around him, limbs entwined, writhing as she pleaded with near despair.
“Mr. God of Gamblers, save me… kiss me… hold me…”
Chu Yuan disliked one-night stands, and he especially disliked women who threw themselves at him without a clear background.
But at this moment, his excruciating headache gripped his nerves like a virus.
His body, too, was drawn to her uncontrollably, yearning to draw closer.
It was as if doing so would somehow cure his condition.
Like magma meeting an iceberg, the explosive force shattered all his rules in an instant.
He flipped her over, pinning her in the bathtub, and gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Woman, look closely. Who am I?”
“You are the God of Gamblers,” Ye Jiuting said clearly, uttering his name.
The next second, her lips were sealed, her breath stolen away.
The man’s ragged breaths whispered in her ear, his voice like a seductive siren, stripping away the last shreds of her reason.
Ye Jiuting’s soul seemed to leave her body, leaving behind only a ravenous, insatiable shell.
When his kiss withdrew slightly, she clung to him like a parched fish, desperate for more.
She was in agony, her body aflame, unsure how to ease the torment.
Frustrated, she left five bloody scratches on his chest. “Sir, I beg you… don’t torment me anymore.”