Zhou Jinyue stood with his hands in his pockets, the stray strands of hair on his forehead slightly parted to the sides. His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, their dark depths profound and unfathomable. His thin, crimson lips bore a touch of vivid red, enchanting and bewitching, his features devilishly captivating.
Handsome beyond words.
But…
Under his gaze, Yu Wanli felt her scalp tingle and her entire body grow uncomfortable.
After freezing for two seconds, she snorted, lifting her chin proudly, putting on an act as if to say, “This rich lady isn’t afraid of you.”
Turning her face away,
she planted a loud kiss on Qiao Ling’s cheek.
“Hmph, off to apply medicine!”
With that, Yu Fupo left as if she had just won a battle, swinging her arms and swaggering away.
Though upon closer look, her hurried steps nearly caused her to twist her ankle.
Qiao Ling shook her head with a smile, calling out to remind her, “Go to the private room. Brother Huai brought the medicine.”
“Oh!” Yu Wanli touched the tip of her nose and turned into the private room.
Ignoring the someone in front of her who seemed to be in a bad mood, Qiao Ling stretched lazily and walked past him.
“Lingling—”
Her arm was suddenly grabbed, and Zhou Jinyue’s magnetic, husky voice carried a hint of faint grievance. “My mouth hurts. You bit it.”
Qiao Ling turned sideways, her beautiful eyes falling on his lower lip.
His lips were slightly red, and now, a small patch of crimson had subtly spread on the inner side of his lip, like a strawberry that had been bitten into, its juice seeping from the flesh, sweet and tempting.
Under the light, it glistened moistly, as if inviting someone to taste its allure.
The corners of Qiao Ling’s eyes lifted slightly. With her slender, pale fingertip, she pressed against his lips, gently lifting a trace of red with her soft pad, rubbing it delicately over his lip.
Her voice was lazy and amused. “Does it hurt? Brother, this is also your own doing.”
The lips stained with blood made the young man’s extraordinarily handsome face resemble a cold, arrogant vampire from television.
Qiao Ling withdrew her hand, lowered her long lashes, and walked past him into the private room.
Under the cool-toned light, the girl’s beautiful fingertip brushed over her lips, a touch of crimson adding a hint of enchanting allure to her delicate, striking face.
Outside in the hallway, the man’s indulgent low laughter spread from his throat. In the air, there seemed to be an indistinct murmur:
“A play on words…”
Pushing open the door to the private room, the strong smell of smoke and alcohol rushed at him. Zhou Jinyue frowned, his cold eyes sweeping over the group of unfamiliar women approaching him. As they automatically made way, he walked straight through.
Xing Xueyu’s incident wasn’t even a minor episode. The crowd was screaming wildly, the atmosphere reaching its peak.
At that moment,
Chi Nian, the star of this revelry, sat cross-legged on the sofa, counting on his fingers how many gifts he had received today.
Zhou Jinyue sat down beside Qiao Ling, draping his arm over the backrest behind her shoulder, his posture lazy and relaxed.
“Huh?” The young man’s puzzled voice rang out clearly.
The five of them looked over together, only to see the usually wild and unruly “cool guy” now grinning foolishly, his striking, untamed brow tinged with a faint pink flush. He swayed unsteadily as he walked from the sofa to stand in front of Zhou Jinyue.
His voice slurred as he asked, “Did you… go abroad and become… a heartless scoundrel! Where’s… my gift?”
Everyone, “…” Even drunk, he’s still money-obsessed!
Zhou Jinyue casually pulled a car key from his pocket and tossed it to him. “Your gift is at the entrance.”
“Huh?” Chi Nian looked at the familiar yet ordinary car key in his hand, curling his lip in disdain. “I already have a Lamborghini.”
Zhou Jinyue replied, “Limited edition.””Huh?!” Chi Nian immediately perked up, his amber-like light eyes sparkling with a brilliant glow. Like a beckoning cat, he pressed the car key against his cheek, rubbing it back and forth.
His money-loving nature was on full display.
Xie Songting rubbed his forehead, feeling it was too much to watch, and pulled him over by the hand. “Come here, sit down.”