At this moment, Huo Jingmo was sitting in the Bugatti Veyron, holding the young girl in his arms.
His Adam’s apple had been kissed by the girl’s tender lips, causing his entire body to stiffen as his large hand tightened around her slender waist.
He asked the driver in the front seat, his voice low and hoarse, “How much longer until we reach the hospital?”
The driver focused on the road. “Thirty minutes.”
Huo Jingmo fell silent.
Seeing that he was ignoring her, Lin Nianxi felt a bit wronged.
After all, he had taken her all night long just last night.
Was he already tired of her after having his fill?
But she was truly suffering.
Under the influence of the drug, every blood vessel in Lin Nianxi’s body felt as if ants were crawling inside. Her entire body was hot and burning, as if she were immersed in lava, and the temperature was still gradually rising.
She desperately needed something to relieve it.
Lin Nianxi wrapped her slender, pale arms around the man’s neck and, supporting her soft, boneless body, straddled his lap.
Her fair, slender legs rested against the man’s deep black suit pants.
The contrast of black and white created an extreme visual impact.
Their noses were almost touching.
Their hot breaths intertwined.
The driver in the front seat kept his eyes fixed ahead, silently raising the partition between the front and back seats, isolating the two spaces.
It also blocked any sounds that might come from the back.
At this moment, Lin Nianxi lifted her tear-filled almond-shaped eyes and looked at him pitifully. The moment she sat down, she felt the man’s arousal.
After last night, she clearly knew what that was.
So he was affected too.
Then why wouldn’t he help her? Why was he so cold?
The more Lin Nianxi thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Setting aside her shame, she leaned close to the man’s ear, her voice soft and sweet. “Mr. Huo, you’re clearly affected too…”
“Help me…”
The girl spoke in a soft, pleading tone. Without thinking too much, her small hands began to fumble across the man’s chest.
Through the thin fabric, she could feel the firm, powerful muscles beneath.
She loved it.
Her small face gently pressed against the man’s chest, burying itself in it as she softly inhaled.
She loved Mr. Huo’s scent.
“Good girl,” Huo Jingmo’s voice grew even hoarser. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his large hand gently stroked the girl’s smooth hair. “Thirty minutes isn’t enough.”
Lin Nianxi understood what he meant.
She remembered their first time—he had taken a long, long time.
At least over an hour.
And before she could rest for a while, he would start again…
But she was truly suffering.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
She lifted her pitifully soft, pale face, her small hands fumbling across the man’s body. “Then hurry up, okay… I really can’t take it anymore…”
Her hand inadvertently brushed against the man’s metal belt.
And what lay beneath it…
She tilted her pitiful little face upward, her fingers instinctively squeezing.
The man groaned softly, his deep, dark eyes locking onto hers. “Naughty girls must be punished.”
As he spoke, his large hand lightly patted the girl’s full, rounded buttocks.
The motion was neither too light nor too heavy, producing an ambiguous sound.
In the next moment, the man’s long, slender fingers gently grasped her chin and kissed her fiercely.
The man’s kiss was as overwhelming as a tidal wave, leaving Lin Nianxi breathless.
He pried open her lips, his tongue tangling with hers.
She was like someone parched from walking in the desert for too long, suddenly stumbling upon an oasis.
Tilting her small face upward, she clung tightly to his neck, responding to him with clumsy yet fervent passion.
The girl’s soft, delicate body rubbed against the man’s embrace.
The faint floral fragrance from her lingered around him.
Huo Jingmo felt as though he were the one who had been drugged.
He was captivated, even addicted, to this girl ten years his junior.
The man’s kisses grew increasingly fervent, trailing from her slightly swollen, reddened lips down to her slender, pale swan-like neck.
As each scorching kiss landed, it left behind a crimson mark.
The marks from the previous night had yet to fade, overlapping in varying shades of red like blooming plum blossoms against her snow-white skin.
Ambiguous, enchanting.
The man’s kisses descended to the girl’s delicate collarbone, his long fingers slipping beneath her collar to gently cup the soft, supple curve.
His hand could not fully encompass it.
Huo Jingmo had to admit that every inch of this young girl’s skin perfectly aligned with his aesthetic preferences.
He adored her body.
And it fit him perfectly.
The girl nestled against him, her soft body trembling delicately, soft gasps escaping her lips.
“It’s so uncomfortable…” she whimpered, like a little kitten.
“Little greedy cat,” the man’s voice was hoarse, sensual, “I’m here.”
In the next moment, the girl’s dark pupils suddenly grew unfocused, and she slumped weakly into the man’s embrace…
An hour passed.
The car had already arrived at the entrance of the top-tier private hospital under the Huo Group.
But the driver dared not rush them, parking instead in the hospital’s underground garage to wait.
Lin Nianxi looked as if she had been pulled from water, drenched in sweat, with beads of perspiration dampening the fine strands of hair on her forehead.
Exhausted and limp, she collapsed into the man’s arms.
Huo Jingmo carried Lin Nianxi, wrapped in his suit jacket, and strode quickly into the emergency hall.
The girl had been thoroughly worn out, now drifting between consciousness and sleep, with broken tear tracks still glistening at the corners of her eyes, like a porcelain doll pushed to its limits.
“Give her a comprehensive examination.”
Huo Jingmo placed the girl on the soft bed of the VIP ward and issued the order to the awaiting team of specialists.
“Understood. We’ll need to start with a blood draw for this young lady,” the doctor said, stepping forward with a syringe.
As the cool alcohol swab brushed the back of her hand, Lin Nianxi flinched, her eyes fluttering open in a daze.
Seeing the sharp needle, she instinctively shrank back, her eyes instantly reddening.
“It hurts… no needles…” Her voice trembled with tears, like a frightened kitten.
Huo Jingmo’s heart tightened.
He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his embrace, his large hand cradling the back of her head and pressing her small face against his broad chest.
“Good girl, don’t be afraid,” his deep voice softened to an almost soothing tone, “If you don’t look, it won’t hurt.”
His broad hand covered her eyes.
The nurse worked deftly, inserting the needle and drawing blood.
A slight sting followed, and Lin Nianxi let out a muffled groan, her body tensing.
“All done,” the nurse withdrew the needle and pressed a cotton swab to the spot.
As soon as Huo Jingmo released his hand, Lin Nianxi caught a glimpse of the tube of bright red blood. Her face instantly paled, her vision darkened, and she slumped weakly into the man’s arms, closing her eyes.
“What’s going on!” Huo Jingmo’s handsome face tightened, the air around him dropping to freezing point.
The doctor broke out in a cold sweat, quickly checking: “Mr. Huo, please calm down! Miss Lin fainted due to hemophobia, combined with extreme physical weakness. She’ll wake up after resting for a while—it’s nothing serious!”
Hemophobia…
Huo Jingmo looked at the pale, fragile girl in his arms, his brow slightly furrowed.
Half an hour later, the test results were delivered to the hospital room.
The attending doctor stood at the foot of the bed, trembling as he reported: “Mr. Huo, the aphrodisiac components in Miss Lin’s body have been completely cleared.”
He paused, carefully choosing his words: “However… Miss Lin suffers from long-term malnutrition and severe anemia. And…”
Long-term malnutrition, severe anemia…
Huo Jingmo’s heart sank a little.
How much suffering had she endured before?
“And what?” the man’s voice was low.
The doctor steeled himself and said: “Moreover, due to… excessively frequent and intense sexual activity, Miss Lin has obvious tearing injuries in her lower body. She’s young, and her body can’t withstand such intensity. She needs proper rest, regular medication, and absolutely must not engage in intercourse again in the near future.”
Huo Jingmo stiffened.
He looked at the girl on the hospital bed, her brow tightly furrowed.
Last night, she had entered the wrong room, and he, having tasted the sweetness, took her again and again.
Just now, to counteract the drug, though he tried to restrain himself, he still hurt her.
She was only twenty in nominal age, gentle, soft, and timid.
She couldn’t withstand such intensity…
Regret and self-blame surged in Huo Jingmo’s eyes.
The self-control he had prided himself on for thirty years crumbled completely before this young girl.