The next moment, the man holding Jing Mo’s hand stood up from the sofa.
Seeing him rise, Jing Mo hurriedly straightened up.
But it wasn’t until he looked down at her that she finally realized—
Oh my God!
This man was so tall!
This body of hers was 172 centimeters tall—she’d measured before going out—and her heels added another five centimeters. Yet this man was still quite a bit taller than her. Good grief, was he nearly 1.9 meters tall?
Since the man had stood up and was still holding her hand, the distance between them had narrowed considerably. Only then did Jing Mo get a clear look at his face.
The man before her had striking, sharply defined features. His eyes were especially bright, his nose was high-bridged, and his thin lips curved slightly upward. His features were unusually pronounced, and he had a distinctly mixed-race look. Could he be mixed-race?
Jing Mo had to admit that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
Wait, no—the book described its male lead, Chi Yan, as a gorgeous man too. She just didn’t know if he was as handsome as this one. After all, she hadn’t seen the male lead in the book yet. She had a rough picture of Chi Yan in her mind, but seeing was believing.
The man was also sizing Jing Mo up. The woman in the red dress was beautiful—he had to admit it. He’d seen plenty of beautiful women, but there was something strikingly bold about her beauty. She was very unusual.
And her eyes were lovely. They reminded him of Alice.
As he looked into her eyes, the man—who had been about to throw her out—suddenly changed his mind. Instead, he regarded Jing Mo with open interest.
Looking at the impossibly handsome man, Jing Mo licked her lips. How could she pass up a man like this?
“Handsome, will you have a drink with me? Big Sister has money.” Jing Mo looked up at him, her red lips curving into a smile.
At her words, the man let out a scoff.
This woman had some nerve. She actually dared to ask him to have a drink with her? He’d never met a woman this bold before. Was she putting it on to get his attention? (Oh, this is way too much like a domineering CEO! I got goosebumps writing those lines!)
The man narrowed his eyes, seeming to consider whether Jing Mo meant what she said.
“Oh, come on.” Taking the initiative, Jing Mo grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the sofa.
The man didn’t resist. He let her lead him back to the sofa.
Jing Mo saw that the table was covered with drinks. She poured herself a glass, then poured one for the man too.
“Come on, handsome. Cheers.” Jing Mo pressed the glass into his hand, then clinked hers against it.
With that, she downed her drink in one go.
“Cough, cough.” The moment the liquor hit her throat, Jing Mo regretted it. It burned going down.
What was this stuff? Why was it so strong?
Seeing her choke, the man pressed his thin lips together. She couldn’t even handle one drink, yet she’d asked him to drink with her?
Jing Mo rubbed her chest. When she saw that he still hadn’t drunk his, only watching her, she immediately lifted his hand and brought the glass to his lips. “Drink, drink!”
Without hesitation, the man opened his mouth and downed the drink.
Jing Mo was very pleased to see how obliging he was.
She poured half a glass for each of them again.
This time, Jing Mo had learned her lesson. She didn’t dare gulp it down; instead, she held the glass and sipped carefully.
The man watched the woman who had just downed her drink so boldly now sip from her glass like a kitten drinking water. Every so often, her face twisted a little—probably because the liquor burned.
He couldn’t help laughing at the sight of her.
When Jing Mo heard him laugh, she immediately took offense.
“What are you laughing at?” She set down her glass and glared at him, eyes wide.
The man shook his head. “Nothing. Shall we keep going?”
At that, Jing Mo gave a soft snort and picked up her glass again.
They took turns drinking. After a few glasses, Jing Mo’s head grew increasingly dizzy, and she became much bolder.
“Handsome, you’re so good-looking. I bet you’ve got a great body too. Let Big Sister feel your abs, okay?” Jing Mo looked at him with a hazy smile.
At her words, the man raised an eyebrow. This woman was getting bolder by the minute.
When he didn’t answer, Jing Mo took it as a yes.
She put her hand straight on his stomach, feeling the muscles through his shirt.
Oh!
The firm feel of his stomach made Jing Mo’s eyes light up.
Growing bolder, she ran both hands over his abdomen, feeling for the individual muscles.
At last, Jing Mo confirmed it: this handsome man had an eight-pack.
Quite satisfied, she drew her hands back. Not bad, not bad. Great abs.
When Jing Mo had taken her hands away, the man raised his brows slightly.
“Finished already?” His voice was deep and resonant.
At that, Jing Mo’s heart stirred. Had she made him feel so good that he wanted her to keep going?
“Of course not. With a body like yours, how could I be done after just one feel?” Jing Mo replied with a cheerful smile.
“Oh? Then go on.” The man lifted his chin toward her.
Jing Mo’s eyes lit up even more.
“That’d be so embarrassing.” Even as she said it, her hand was already pressing against his pectorals.
Feeling the incredible springiness beneath her hand and the raised lines of muscle, Jing Mo let out a small gasp.
Honestly, she’d met plenty of handsome men when she used to go clubbing, and quite a few had great bodies. But there weren’t many who were both this handsome and this fit.
Thinking of that, she pressed harder.
After all, every extra feel was a bonus. Jing Mo grew more and more shameless.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside. “Momo, are you in there? The male models I booked for you have arrived!”
At Guan Xue’s voice, Jing Mo’s hand paused.
“Ah, I forgot about that.” Jing Mo took her hand off the man.
“Well, I had a great time tonight. I’ll transfer you the money.” Jing Mo started feeling around for her phone.
Then she smacked her forehead. She’d left her phone in the other private room.
“Handsome, sorry, I don’t have my phone with me. Could you wait here while I go get it?” Jing Mo looked up and blinked at him.
The man had heard the voice outside too. She’d even booked male models? This woman certainly got around.
“Sure.” He nodded nonchalantly.
Hearing that, Jing Mo swayed to her feet, but nearly fell as soon as she stood. The man reacted quickly and caught her by the waist.
His hand was very cold. Even through the thin fabric, it made Jing Mo shiver.
She quickly steadied herself, and only then did the man let go of her waist.
Jing Mo mumbled a couple of things, turned, and stumbled over to push the door open. Then she left.
By the time Jing Mo returned with her phone, the private room was empty.
“Huh? Where’s the gorgeous guy?” Jing Mo stared blankly at the vacant room. He was gone already?
“What gorgeous guy? Momo, you must’ve imagined him.” Guan Xue peered into the room. There was nobody there.
“I didn’t imagine him! I even felt his abs—and his big pecs!” Jing Mo mumbled, gesturing a few times.
Guan Xue’s eyes lit up. “So? How did they feel?”
Jing Mo gave a cheeky grin. “Amazing, obviously!”
“Too bad he’s gone now.” Jing Mo shrugged, a little regretful. She hadn’t gotten his contact information. Otherwise, she could look him up again next time.
“All right, all right. Let’s go back and feel the male models I booked for you. They’ve all got eight-packs.” Guan Xue put an arm around Jing Mo and turned to leave.