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Shi Yao's current appearance was exceptionally alluring. Her tender and red face was scarlet from the alcohol, and her seductive eyes were holding onto the other party's tie with her hand. Her chin was pressed against the man's chest, and her smile was teasing and lazy.

Mo Jintu lowered her eyes, his slender body suddenly tensed up as the bloodthirsty coldness in her phoenix eyes swept across. "Woman, you're dead for sure!"

"Are you sure?" Mo Jintu lifted her chin with his long fingers and looked at her condescendingly like a king waiting for her worship.

Shi Yao smiled sweetly, and rubbed her chest like a little kitten, "Do you want to try?" Her soft voice was extremely vague, like an electric current, she had been caught off guard and it passed through the bottom of Mo Jintu's heart.

Woman, you asked for this yourself. You can't blame others!

The man smiled charmingly, bent down, and carried her in his arms as he left in large strides.

In the lengthened version of the Rolls Royce, Shi Yao was unceremoniously stuffed inside, and before she could even protest, a figure pressed down from above. The scorching hot breath landed on her face, and a kiss fell down from the sky.

Mo Jintu suddenly realised that her taste was actually this sweet with an unbelievable amount of magic. It made him addicted, and made him want to try even more.

When Shi Yao woke up, it was already midnight.

A heart-wrenching pain arose in her head, and before her eyes was a strange scene. Shi Yao rubbed her temples, and her expression slowly stiffened.

This is... What was going on?

The bedroom was simple but elegant. It was not the familiar warm room. The hard thing under his head was definitely not a pillow. There was a steady heartbeat in his ears and an unfamiliar yet elegant fragrance lingering around his nose. Even worse, where did that hand on his waist come from!

The aching pain in his body was calling out to his master's indulgence, and his wandering memories slowly returned to the cage.

Last night, after Qi Qi left, she drank up all the wine by herself, then grabbed a man who looked pretty good and asked him to dance with her, then …

Heavens, could it be that she really …

Cautiously getting off the bed, she didn't want to face the embarrassment of meeting the eyes of an unfamiliar man the next morning.

Carefully putting on her clothes, Shi Yao once again made sure that the person on the bed was not awake, then tiptoed out of the room and went downstairs.

Behind her, the originally sleeping Mo Jintu suddenly opened his eyes. The cold within his phoenix eyes was exceptionally bright, and the corner of his mouth curled into a bloodthirsty ruthlessness.

Woman, it's impossible for you to escape my grasp!

Shi Yao stumbled down the stairs. Because she did not dare to disturb anyone, she could not turn on the lights. With limited vision and a strange environment, she couldn't remember just how many times she had bumped into him, and how many times she had almost fallen. Fortunately, she had managed to reach the door of the living room, and victory was in sight.

However, the moment she came knocking on her door, Shi Yao couldn't help but want to curse her.

What kind of person would install a two-way password on the door of his house? Without the code, she couldn't get out.

I can't give up! Shi Yao encouraged herself as she searched through the entire living room. Finally, she found an open window in the bathroom on the first floor. Freedom was waving at her. Shi Yao, go ahead, as long as you leave this place, everything that happened tonight will be like a nightmare.

Stepping on the toilet lid, Shi Yao struggled to flip the window in an extremely indecent manner. Who knew that the moment she landed on the ground, a large group of professional bodyguards dressed in skintight black clothes suddenly rushed out from the darkness.

"Who is it that dares to assassinate Mr. Mo?" One of them shouted and threw himself over his shoulder.

Shi Yao was fiercely smashed onto the ground. Without even a chance to retaliate or refute, she was captured by all kinds of people and locked in the little black room.