C6

Xia Chun's pupils violently trembled, her brain felt as if it had been struck by lightning. She looked at Xia Meng in disbelief, her shoulders trembling. "You're going to use my body to help you pay your debt?"

"Little girl, don't be so uncomfortable. Your father will make you feel good tonight. We don't want to touch that f * cking trash anymore!" The leading man approached Xia Chun with a sinister smile.

Xia Meng's eyes flashed with sinister light, she gouged out the man, then laughed: "Masters, you guys play, I will not disturb you anymore."

"Xia Meng!" Xia Chun shouted out, but the only response he had was to close the door.

Looking at the door that was swaying left and right, Xia Chun felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

She knew that Xia Meng always harbored hatred towards her parents when she was transferred to Central Africa by Qi Yunzhe, but she never expected that Xia Meng would push her into a wolf's den.

The revelry began. The wretched men in the room whistled, their eyes burning with desire, wanting nothing more than to see through her.

"Don't... "Don't come near me!"

Xia Chun's eyes were filled with despair and helplessness when facing this hoodlum who was closing in on her.

"Hahaha, just look at these tears. They're so pure it's unbearable! Tonight, we brothers will have to enjoy it well! " The man lunged at her, nudged her neck, and tore at her clothes impatiently.

"Oh, don't touch me! Help! " Xia Chun shouted for help as she grabbed the bottle of red wine on the cabinet and returned to her room. Without hesitation, she smashed it onto the man's head.

The sound of a bottle exploding could be heard. Everyone was startled, and the air immediately became quiet.

Blood flowed down from the top of his head as the man wiped it carelessly. Half his face was scarlet like an asura from hell. He angrily slapped her in the face.

"Slut!" What are you pretending for! Bring me the strongest wine! I will make you beg me on your knees! "

Immediately after, Xia Chun was pressed down onto the leather couch by her subordinate, locking her head down, her mouth was pried open by the spoon, and a large bottle of strong alcohol was gulped down.

He felt as if a hole had been blasted in his brain, and a pungent smell filled his nose.

The bullies' disgusting smiley faces and neon lights were spinning in their eyes. Their consciousness fluctuated between weak and strong. Their heads were on the verge of splitting apart as they pulled her into the abyss with their hands.

A cold voice resounded in his head: "Weak trash!"

Whose voice? Just as the question rose in Xia Chun's mind, she lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was filled with fear and despair. That pair of eyes was frighteningly cold and filled with a ruthless killing intent, causing him to shiver.

Xia Chun raised her leg and kicked the man on top of her flying, then went forward to grab hold of his neck. She lifted up her leg, and then said with her red lips: "You're courting death."

He exerted a little force with his fingertip and the man's throat suddenly burst open. Fresh blood gushed out from his mouth.

The room once again fell into a deathly silence. Everyone couldn't help but retreat, as if they had seen a ghost! Their faces were ashen as they ran away.

He kicked the man who was drenched in blood away uninterested, Xia Chun turned and saw the wine on the table. Her eyes lit up: "It's been a long time since I last drank."

Just as she was about to drink it all in one gulp, her cold, scarlet eyes gradually faded. Her head felt heavy and Xia Chun forced herself to bring the bottle of wine to her lips.

Before he could finish his words, his vision turned dark and he fainted.

Not long after, Qi Yunzhe arrived at the box and saw Xia Chun lying on the sofa, holding onto half a bottle of vodka, her hair all sticky on her skin.

"Take him away!" He angrily ordered his assistant, looking around: "Mu Sen, go and investigate!"

Back at the villa, he decisively threw the woman into the guest room and was about to leave when his clothes were suddenly grabbed.

Qi Yunzhe frowned, his eyes looking down at the pair of eyes that were filled with bright and resplendent tears, looking at him hazily.

The next second, the woman's ice-cold hands grabbed his arm, and then her whole body slipped into his embrace, tightly hugging his waist.

The man's gaze was deep and his expression was cold to the point of turning black.

Xia Chun's brain had already been engulfed by alcohol, the fear in her heart couldn't be dispelled after a long time. She had thought that she would never see him again.

The arms around her tightened even more. This feeling of reality gave her a new life …

The softness of his chest pressed against the man's body. In that moment, Qi Yunzhe only felt a slight dryness, the heat slowly subsided. The wet body of the woman in his arms continued to squeeze him.

Under the slender and glossy neck of the swan, the V collar of its clothes were spread out. The proud white lines of its work were all caught in the black pupils.

Qi Yunzhe suppressed the dryness in his body, heated up, and ordered ruthlessly with his thin lips: "Let go!"

"No, I'm so scared …" The sound of a woman's teeth chattering came from her arms.

Following her words, she subconsciously buried her head into his neck and breathed on him. The man pursed his lips and breathed heavily through his nose.

His thoughts exploded as he pinched the woman's lower jaw and fiercely kissed her. The strong scent of alcohol entered his mouth along with a faint trace of sweetness.

Emotions were intertwined between their teeth, making it hard for the two to part.

Flames continued to rise within the man's body. His slender fingers lifted the front of her drenched shirt. His small face was filled with droplets of water that captivated her. His blurry eyes were filled with a red glow.

It sounded like he was crying.

A faint smell of blood spread out from his mouth, only then did Qi Yunzhe realise that he had been bitten off by him.

Damn it! What was he doing!?

Qi Yunzhe suddenly stood up, and stopped looking at her, afraid that his desire and desire would intertwine once again, and decisively slammed the door, ordering the servants to take care of her.

In the master bedroom, a man was standing against the wall.

His cold and straight back made him look like an iceberg.

Her slender fingers lightly traced the woman on the wedding dress. Her eyes were filled with burning flames, mixed with feelings of love and shame.

How could he have been bewitched just now?

Even if she begged him, he shouldn't stay. His mind flashed with the fragrance, as if her sweet taste was still lingering in his mouth, along with the faint fishy smell.

The man slowly closed his eyes, wanting to hide his emotions. He sealed everything in the depths of the abyss, and when he opened his eyes again, his black pupils had already recovered their coldness.