Luo Jin leaned against the wall, taking the cigarette from his mouth. At this close distance, he unabashedly sized up the naked body of the young woman before him.
The mockery in his eyes was concealed by the darkness.
Tsk, the little girl’s young, but her figure’s pretty impressive.
He took another drag of his cigarette, and a mischievous urge suddenly stirred within him.
Zhao Jingwan was stunned for a long moment before she reacted. Seeing the man raise his hand as if to turn on the light, she cried out in panic—
“Don’t turn on the light!”
To her surprise, he actually stopped.
Hearing her terrified shout, Luo Jin slowly withdrew his hand.
He stepped two paces toward her, watching as the figure before him quickly crouched down, snatched up the bath towel, and hastily wrapped it around herself.
He chuckled softly. Everything that should and shouldn’t have been seen is already seen—what’s the point of covering up now?
“Luo Jin?”
Someone had called his name in her memory.
A low chuckle rang out, and the room’s light suddenly flicked on.
The glare was harsh, and Zhao Jingwan couldn’t help but turn her head and squeeze her eyes shut. Before she could even adjust to the sudden brightness—
Her chin was pinched, and she squinted uncomfortably.
“What did you call me?”
His low voice made her heart skip a beat. Facing this man, Zhao Jingwan couldn’t suppress the fear in her chest. She didn’t dare provoke him, so she answered in a small voice—
“Luo… Brother Luo.”
That’s what his men call him, right? That should be safe.
Seeing her immediately cave, Luo Jin genuinely thought this little thing was good at putting on an act.
Playing innocent, playing naive, playing weak—but underneath, she was full of little schemes.
“It was your men who locked me up here. I… we don’t really have any grudge between us. Could you be kind and just let me go? Please? I won’t go to the police. Once I’m out, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened, okay?”
Hearing her pleas for mercy, the man couldn’t help but sneer.
“Caving this fast? Not looking for your good friend anymore?”
“I’m not.”
She answered quickly enough. Luo Jin was somewhat surprised.
This little thing doesn’t seem like the type to sell out her friends.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have listened to him so obediently over a single video, willingly taking on a trumped-up charge and sending herself to prison.
“Really, I’m not looking for her. Let me go, and I’ll fly back home immediately. Everything that happened here—in… including what I saw at the club—I’ll forget it all…”
Zhao Jingwan racked her brain, spilling out every word of weakness and pleading she could think of.
She waited anxiously for the man’s decision. After a long while, he finally spoke slowly.
“Really?”
She wanted to nod, but her chin was still held in his grip. She could only blink, her gaze firm.
“Really, I promise. I don’t lie.”
Luo Jin watched her swear solemnly while telling lies.
Heh, unless I cracked my skull open, no one in their right mind would believe a word she says.
He studied her eyes, which couldn’t hide her thoughts. That clean, innocent face was indeed deceptive—she looked so simple and well-behaved.
His gaze drifted downward, from her eyes to the tip of her nose, her pink lips, and further down—her slender neck, her defined collarbones, and what the bath towel couldn’t quite cover…
Heat crept into his eyes as he spoke slowly.
“I can let you go…”
The girl’s eyes lit up, sparkling with hope.
“But…”
The gun in his hand rested against her lower abdomen, then slowly slid upward.
At his movement, Zhao Jingwan couldn’t stop herself from trembling all over.
“You’ll have to spend the night with me.”
Zhao Jingwan froze entirely, her expression unreadable.
Seeing her like this, Luo Jin was pleased. He lowered his head and whispered by her ear—
“Pleasure me well, and maybe I’ll let you and your friend leave together.”
He stayed bent over, tilting his head to glance down, catching sight of the girl’s heaving chest.
Clearly she was furious. His smile deepened.
Let’s see how long she can keep up the act.
Zhao Jingwan took a slow, deep breath, telling herself to stay calm, not to be afraid. Worst case, I die—no big deal.
She bit her lip, steeling herself.
“Fine…”
He hadn’t expected her to actually agree. Luo Jin raised an eyebrow, released his grip, stepped back, and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Then go ahead.”
Go… go ahead? How do I start?
Zhao Jingwan still had one hand clutching the bath towel around her, completely at a loss. She shuffled two small steps toward the man.
Seeing how awkward she was, not even knowing where to look, the man guided her.
“Take off your clothes.”
Her breath hitched. Whose clothes?
All she had on was this one bath towel.
Thinking it over, Zhao Jingwan decided to take off his clothes instead. That might buy her some time, right?
But what was she buying time for? She didn’t know. She couldn’t escape, and she didn’t want to be so easily violated.
Slowly, she released her grip on the towel and reached instead for the buttons on the man’s shirt.
One button, two buttons—painfully slow.
The man wasn’t in a hurry either. He just watched her sluggish movements with amusement, a playful look on his face.
They were standing very close. Zhao Jingwan had just showered and hadn’t used any body wash, yet she still carried a faint natural scent.
Luo Jin, for the first time in his life, showed such patience with a woman. His gaze lingered on the girl’s fair profile, watching her trembling lashes, each flutter plucking at his heartstrings.
But no matter how slow the movements, the buttons were eventually all undone.
Zhao Jingwan reluctantly lifted her head, only to meet the man’s dark eyes directly.
Their gazes locked, and her heart gave a violent lurch. That look, carrying an intense sense of intrusion,
made her want to step back.
As if anticipating her reaction, the man raised his hand to her waist before she could move, his large palm pulling her in with force.
The immense strength sent the girl’s body tumbling into his embrace.
Startled, Zhao Jingwan’s slender arms instinctively looped around the man’s neck.
The position was utterly ambiguous.
She flushed crimson in an instant, hastily withdrawing her hands and pressing them against the man’s chest.
Luo Jin’s shirt buttons were all undone by now,
so at this moment, Zhao Jingwan’s palms were pressing directly against the man’s bare chest with nothing in between.
The hard muscles burned her palms like a branding iron.
Her face grew even hotter, and she frantically moved her hands away,
finally left with no choice but to helplessly clutch at the towel wrapped around herself.
Held possessively in the man’s arms, her mind went completely blank from panic.
Luo Jin studied the person in his embrace, his gaze growing increasingly scorching.
The desire lurking deep within him was stirred up just like that.
Through the thin towel, they could feel each other’s body heat—so clearly, so fervently.
“Continue.”
His voice was hoarse, the desire laced within it unmistakable even to a girl untouched by such matters.
Zhao Jingwan felt she was nearing her limit.
She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t continue.
She clutched desperately at the edge of the towel.
“I… I…”
Luo Jin lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Too afraid to go on?”
She couldn’t speak. The man sneered coldly.
“Is that all you’ve got.”
He released his hold on her, and Zhao Jingwan immediately scrambled up and retreated to the side.
Luo Jin pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, making her stumble back several more steps in fright.
Then she heard the man say coldly,
“If you don’t want me to fuck you, you’ll sleep on the floor tonight.”
With that, he turned over and got into bed.
Zhao Jingwan stood there in a daze. Did this mean he was letting her off?
She breathed a sigh of relief. Sleeping on the floor was fine—still far better than being slept with by him.
All night, she slept fitfully, waking every so often to check on the man in the bed,
afraid he might take advantage of her while she was asleep.
The next day, when she woke up, she found herself alone in the room again.
The door was pushed open, and in came the long-haired man she had seen at the club last time.
“Miss Zhao, let’s go. The boss is waiting for you.”