Chapter 118

Tang Feng was driving when Mao Anyi, seated in the back, suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, her scorching breath hitting the nape of his neck and ear.

“I… I can’t take it anymore… help… help me… please…”

Her voice brimmed with seduction, making Tang Feng’s heart pound furiously.

It was clear that the drug had fully taken effect, and he needed to help her detoxify as soon as possible—not a moment to lose.

Soon, he found a hotel, but considering Mao Anyi was a public figure, casually taking her in to check into a room would probably make the news the next day.

He had no choice but to park the car, dash to the shopping mall next to the hotel to buy a mask and sunglasses, then to the nearby pharmacy for a pack of medical silver needles and antiseptic.

Back in the car, he helped her put on the mask and glasses, deeming there to be no issues, and then supported her as they entered the hotel.

“Hello, I’d like to book a room.”

Tang Feng approached the front desk and handed over his ID card to the receptionist.

The receptionist, a woman, glanced up after taking the ID card and her gaze flickered with scorn, clearly having mistaken him for a lowlife opportunist.

Working at a hotel, she often saw this type.

Some men with ill intentions would loiter outside nightclubs, specifically targeting drunk girls.

They even had a specific term for it: “corpse picking.”

These girls who frequented nightclubs were often very liberated, and even if something happened while they were drunk, they mostly wouldn’t make a big deal about it.

The man before her was likely a member of the “corpse-picking crew.”

However, she didn’t ask further questions and immediately proceeded to register them for a room.

“I… I really can’t stand it anymore… hurry… help me…”

While the receptionist was processing the check-in, Mao Anyi’s drug effect had completely erupted, clinging tightly to Tang Feng.

Especially because she was a professional host, her voice was very charming.

Accustomed to her serious news broadcasting, hearing her say such temptingly seductive words now was simply too much for Tang Feng to bear.

A young couple, also processing their check-in, looked over with peculiar expressions.

In particular, the man made no attempt to conceal his envy of Tang Feng.

Even with sunglasses and mask, Mao Anyi’s figure, attire, and aura betrayed her as a spectacular beauty.

What man could resist such a woman?

Tang Feng felt a bit awkward. Having paid the deposit, he quickly took the room card and hurried upstairs with Mao Anyi in tow.

They were a good distance away, yet the whispers of the couple could still be heard.

The boy said, “Can’t you learn a thing or two from them? You’re like a dead fish every time.”

The girl replied, “My fault, is it? I too wish I could respond, but you’re just not up to it, alright?”

“Nonsense, I am quite ferocious, you know?”

“Ferocious? Compared to Xiaoli’s boyfriend, you’re nothing.”

“Bullshit, Xiaoli clearly said I’m fiercer than her boyfriend… hey, wait, how do you know her boyfriend is fiercer than me?”

“I… I’m just relaying what Xiaoli said, can’t I? Why do you ask me, how does Xiaoli know you’re fiercer than her boyfriend?”

“And you’re blaming me? You’d better explain clearly today, do you have some unspeakable secret with her boyfriend?”

“Why blame me for your inadequacy?”

“Dare to make a cuckold out of me, I’ll kill you…”

“You dare pull my hair? I’ll fight you…”

As Tang Feng listened to the couple’s argument, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat schadenfreudic; another couple seemed headed for a rift.

He was staying on the third floor, in a couple’s suite with a dominant pink color scheme.

The moment they entered, an ambience of romantic intimacy emerged.

No sooner had Tang Feng helped Mao Anyi onto the bed than his phone rang—a call from Song Lele.

“Tang Feng, Xinling and I have arrived. Where are you?”

“I… I’ve run into some trouble and might arrive late. If you’re hungry, go ahead and eat,” he replied.

“What’s the problem? Do you need help?”

“It’s not necessary, I can handle it myself. I’ll come over after I’m done.”

“Alright, then we’ll wait for you a bit longer.”

After a brief exchange, they ended the call.

Just as Tang Feng set his phone aside, Mao Anyi once again latched onto his neck.

“Help me, please?”

A single tear fell from the corner of her eye, indicating that she still retained a sliver of reason and shame.

But the urge caused by the drug was like ten thousand ants crawling inside her. She simply couldn’t bear it any longer.

To be honest, with a beauty like Mao Anyi, lying on the bed with sultry eyes, and once being the woman of his dreams…

Tang Feng indeed felt an impulse to take her then and there.

And afterwards, he could say it was to save her, believing she wouldn’t blame him.

But he didn’t want to be that despicable.

Though he wasn’t the type who required mutual affection before having relations…

He would never take advantage of someone in their moment of vulnerability.

With his current power and his limitless future potential, even by using honest means, he could win over any woman.

There’s no need to do something that goes against his conscience just for a moment of pleasure.

Casting all these distracting thoughts aside, he took out the silver needles he bought from the pharmacy and began to sterilize them.

He then slowly approached Mao Anyi, hesitating as he observed her continuously writhing body.

He had previously exchanged for proficiency in Medical Skills from the system, which included knowledge of Western medicine as well as a wealth of Chinese medicine. Acupuncture was part of it.

However, he had never actually practiced it before, and now suddenly facing the task of applying needles to someone proved a bit daunting.

As he wavered, Mao Anyi’s last bit of rationality faded.

She began tearing at her own clothing and scratching her body incessantly.

In no time, swathes of pale skin were exposed.

The sight was overwhelmingly beautiful.

Tang Feng’s eyes were immediately glued to the scene.

Perhaps… to be a beast just this once?