After dawdling for half an hour, Xia Yanxin finally walked out of the changing room awkwardly…
Long Yutian, however, was very patient.
His long legs crossed, he twiddled the black Dragon Ring on his thumb…
The moment he saw Xia Yanxin emerge, the dark light in his eyes suddenly brightened.
Although she had changed into the white uniform, she still draped a long white bath towel around her, wrapping herself up tightly.
“Take it off…”
He watched her with interest.
Her pretty face turned crimson, like a boiled shrimp, the redness spreading from her ears down to her neck.
Her delicate jade hands clutched a corner of the towel, gripping it tightly, then loosening, then tightening again, her fair and slender feet rubbed together nervously.
Her long, lustrous hair, slightly damp, stuck to her pale and graceful neck.
She was like a white mandrake flower about to bloom.
Pure and fragrant, exuding an alluring scent.
His wicked lips curved upwards, “Little demon,” indeed a rare beauty, her shy coquetries stirring up a man’s blood, awakening desires that writhed restlessly within him…
She bit her moist, blushing lip decisively.
After making up her mind, her delicate hands slowly released their hold, and the towel drifted to the thick cashmere carpet.
Her crystal-clear skin, under the tight uniform, was even more enchanting…
At that moment, his blood boiled, his body painfully swollen.
After attending the Heaven-Earth Gala so many times, this was the first instance she made him feel an urgent need.
Without a single move, this little woman had already breached his prized self-control.
He couldn’t wait to see what performance she had prepared.
He wanted her now, to press her beneath him, and ravage her fiercely!
His hardness pressed against her lower abdomen, and despite her fierce internal resistance, a strange current surged through her heart.
“Wait a minute…”
She shouted out loud, dodging his hot lips with her hands.
“What is it?” His voice carried a hint of frustrated desire.
“That…
This is too unromantic.
Look at us, we don’t even know each other, doing this is no different from animals.
How about we drink some wine, then chat while doing that sort of thing…” Xia Yanxin chuckled awkwardly, her facial muscles stiff as she strenuously managed to squeeze out a smile.
He propped his weight with his hands at her sides, his gaze dark and intense as he hovered so close.
She watched him anxiously, feeling the force of his presence.
“Fine!” He readily agreed with a wicked smile; “After all, we have all the time in the world!
We can slowly play in various ways!”
Xia Yanxin quickly wriggled out of his embrace and ran toward the kitchen.
The mini kitchen had a liquor cabinet with four shelves stocked with premium foreign liquor, the labels all in French, none of which she could understand.
She pondered which bottle to select.
Suddenly, she noticed a red bottle that had been specially placed in the outer layer and already opened.
Hesitant at first, she still reached in to pick another bottle and uncorked it with a bottle opener.
Originally two different bottles of wine, she poured them into two separate glasses.
For Long Yutian, the Mandara tonight was indeed an unexpected delight.
Though her stature wasn’t as tall and voluptuous as other models, she had a delicate and slender frame, a tiny and exquisite body, and moved with a lightness and vivacity, more like a dish of delectable crunchiness.
Watching her walk out, the flush on her face contrasting with the two glasses of red wine in her hands, he smiled in satisfaction.
“The wine is here…”
She handed him the slightly darker glass, but he seized her hand and pulled her into his embrace.
She landed on his lap, and the red wine sloshed out, spilling over her clothing, the rose-colored wine staining a darker trace, igniting the flame in Long Yutian’s eyes.
“Babe, so nervous?
Do you have a guilty conscience?” he teased with a wicked smile, squeezing her hand, his reddish eyes still sharp.
Xia Yanxin’s heart throbbed, fearing her secrets laid bare; yet she managed to maintain a strained smile on her face:
“Hehehe…
What are you joking about?
Why would I be guilty!
I’m just an escort girl!
As long as I can make Young Master Long happy, I’m willing to do anything!” She tried to make her smile appear genuine and natural, her little hand holding the glass up to his lips…
“Really?
Why do I feel you’re not an escort, but more like a spy who has infiltrated our ranks?”
Xia Yanxin’s heart skipped, her smile freezing on her face, fearful of his penetrating gaze; “What are you talking about, Young Master Long?
I, I’m not…”
Long Yutian suddenly grasped her chin, his eyes growing darker.
In his other palm, a black micro-camera appeared.
“Now what is this?”
This was the one she had hidden in her bra padding.
When she had gone to take a bath with Monica, she had stealthily hidden it in the trash bin, not expecting Monica to find it…
Suddenly, she felt that everything was going wrong.