Lin Zhiyi was trapped on the man’s thighs, the large palm around her waist resting precisely on the patch of skin her short top couldn’t cover.
The warm fingertips rubbed heavily against her as if to punish, soon leaving a reddish mark around her waist.
"Wearing so little? Aren’t you afraid of the cold?"
Her breath hitched, she struggled to whisper, "None of your business, let go."
Remembering how he had deliberately put her in danger just moments before, anger swelled in her eyes.
Gong Chen’s lips curved upwards slightly as he grabbed her fist, opened her palm, and pinched the reddened nail marks in the center of her hand.
"If I don’t take care of you, it’ll be me you’re pinching next."
"You... So you think it’s funny to do this to me over and over? What do you want to do to humiliate me this time? Bow and scrape to your clients like a hostess?"
Lin Zhiyi’s pent-up emotions surged, pulling her hand back, not feeling the pain as she clenched it tight again.
Gong Chen looked down at her, his eyes a swirling storm of snow that quickly returned to calm.
It seemed nothing could make his stoic heart fluctuate.
"Humiliate? If I really wanted to humiliate you, you might not be up for it."
His gaze signaled her.
Lin Zhiyi looked up, and across from them, a man and a woman were now huddled together.
The woman was very accommodating, feeding the client a few sips of wine before starting her tricks, taking off his gemstone ring and slipping it down her neckline.
"Boss, if you can’t find it, it’s mine, okay?"
"Is that so? Then I’d better search thoroughly."
Smiling, the client reached into the woman’s neckline, and after some playful struggle, he didn’t find the ring but merrily took a men’s bracelet instead.
It must have been worth a six-figure sum.
She really deserved to earn this money.
Suddenly, the man’s heavy breath mixed with the heat of the strong liquor brushed past Lin Zhiyi’s ear.
"Could you do that?"
"..."
Lin Zhiyi’s cheeks flushed red in an instant, subconsciously clutching at her neckline.
Feeling the tension in the man’s thighs under her, she wanted to stand up but was pressed down firmly by him.
The warmth of the man’s thighs through his trousers pressed against her skin, and even though she appeared calm on the surface, her eyes were filled with panic.
Unable to resist teasing her, Gong Chen’s fingertips wandered to the waist of her skirt: "Could you?"
Lin Zhiyi glared at him, "You, you bastard!"
Her overly naive reaction seemed out of place in the private room.
Gong Chen lit a cigarette, watching her through the thin smoke.
The girl on his legs, like a tender willow branch, curvy in all the right places, was a handful in his palm, her fair legs wrapped in a halo under the light, dazzling to behold.
Even the client was staring straight at her.
Narrowing his eyes, Gong Chen stubbed out the cigarette forcefully, tightening his grip on her waist a notch.
Like guarding his prey from being touched by others.
Still, the client couldn’t help but stand and walk over to Lin Zhiyi.
"This woman, why won’t you play along? Shall I teach you?"
"Come, have a drink to relax, don’t spoil Third Young Master’s mood."
With that, he handed a glass of strong liquor to Lin Zhiyi.
His gaze roaming freely, she felt a chill across her body.
Lin Zhiyi’s clenched fist tightened and loosened, her mind racing for a plan.
She couldn’t expose herself, nor could she flatter men like that woman did.
As the standoff continued, the client squinted his eyes, his gaze wandering over Lin Zhiyi.
"What’s with that reaction? You don’t seem like someone from a bar, could it be..."
At his words, Lin Zhiyi’s blood churned, fearing the waiting server by the door would notice something.
Then she felt a man’s palm on her back, pushing her lightly.
A cold, impatient voice followed, "Overact and you’ve gone too far, drink it."
Lin Zhiyi looked at him incredulously, her nostrils flaring as she breathed hard to suppress her trembling body. frёewebηovel.cѳm
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