After washing up, Yu Lingqian tossed her onto the bed and turned back to the bathroom, and soon the sound of water filled the air.
The bare Mu Anran burrowed into the covers and wrapped herself up like a silkworm, only her flushed little face peeking out.
In the bathroom, the dripping water sounded like it was hammering against her chest, making her palms start to sweat nervously.
Although she had been drugged, she vomited soon after swallowing, so the effects of the drug were bearable for her.
Yet, the moment the sound of water stopped and the man pushed the door open to step out, Mu Anran felt the heat that had just subsided surge up again—
He was only wearing a white towel around his lower half, droplets of water trickling down the eight-pack abs, the barely visible lines of his lower abdomen making one’s blood race.
Yu Lingqian seemed to relish Mu Anran’s astonished gaze.
He strode over to her, extending his hand to caress her delicate lips, staring at her bare but innocently beautiful face, “Have you made up your mind?”
Mu Anran thought he was going to take back his words after showering, which panicked her.
The more anxious she became, the less she knew what to say.
All she could do was clumsily reach out, slowly climbing onto his robust shoulders, her lips trembling pitifully, “I—I really need the money—uhm—”
Mu Anran hadn’t even finished saying the word “money” when she felt her lips being sealed.
He devoured her lips like a madman, storming the fortress within her mouth and sparing no wickedness.
A buzz ran through Mu Anran’s head: Was he angry?
Why?
Her brief distraction only intensified the fierceness in Yu Lingqian’s eyes.
He grasped her little face, “It seems I am not trying hard enough, you still have the mind to be distracted, huh?”
The towel that had been a barrier between them was abruptly pulled away, his slightly cool body soothing the heat within her.
Yu Lingqian stirred up waves of fire on her body, and under the lingering effects of the drug, Mu Anran soon fell like a crumbling mountain…
That night, Mu Anran felt as if she had been thrown into the ocean, now sinking to the seabed, now tossed atop the waves.
The man on top of her was like a violent storm, tormenting her nearly to death.
From weeping pleas to screaming for mercy, her voice grew hoarse, and ultimately she was left unconscious from his actions…
Looking at the little figure beneath him, eyes tightly closed and with a trace of lingering desire, Yu Lingqian nodded and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Once you enter my ‘Hell’, no matter whether alive or dead, you can never escape.”
In her sleep, Mu Anran seemed to sense something, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.
***
Five in the morning, the sky still dark.
“Ding ling ling, ding ling ling—”
A jarring ringtone suddenly exploded, startling Shen Muchen awake and causing him to fall off the bed.
He reached for his phone and without looking, pressed the call button, bellowing, “Who is that blind to call me, seeking death?!”
After a brief silence from the other end of the line, a deep and dangerous voice responded: “It’s me.”
Shen Muchen was stunned, glanced at his phone screen, and nearly threw his phone in shock.
He reflexively knelt down, holding the phone upright, “Boss, please give your orders.”
“Bring your medical kit, and get here within ten minutes!”
“Medical kit?
Boss, are you hurt?” Shen Muchen exclaimed.
“Just come here, and no more talking.
Dudu dudu…”
“Hey, hey, boss, don’t hang up, you haven’t told me where you are yet…”