6/Warning

The word 'looking' permeates almost all of Chen Mian's memories from childhood to the present.

Even before her mother passed away, she always liked to tell her that Chen Mian should be polite and look people in the eye when she talks to them.

Later, her mother, who demanded that she be polite, couldn't stand Chen Song's rudeness any longer. She left without even taking her luggage, exchanging money for a divorce certificate with Chen Song.

After that, Chen Song also liked to tell her to "look." He said that blood ties cannot be severed, and that she was born to be filial to her father. He told her not to look around, but to look at her father and tell him where the money was.

Later, when she was running errands for Chen Yin, the young lady sat on the steps, swinging her legs and smiling at her. The sunlight overhead was dazzling. She said, "Chen Mian, where are you looking?"

As if a cycle had come to an end, countless people demanded that she look at them.

Only Shen Yu was arrogant, saying, "You can only look at me."

Everyone wants to be unique. Others' relationships might be tinged with romance, but Chen Mian knew that for Shen Yu, it was more about possessiveness. He was warning her, drawing a line between them, and anyone who tried to cross that line would be punished by the rules.

If Shen Yu were willing to be more patient, and willing to give more of that superficial, romantic kind of treatment.

He might say, "Chen Mian, don't look at others, it will make me unhappy."

But Shenyu did not.

Chen Mian has walked this corridor from childhood to adulthood.

Watching Chen Song go downstairs every day cursing and swearing, and then come back drunk, cursing that the ground is dirty and no one cleans it, cursing that the motion sensor lights don't turn on and no one repairs them, cursing that the building is so dilapidated that it can't be demolished.

Living in this stairwell is like being a stinking fish in a sewer, filled with stench and filth, leaving no room to even breathe.

Then the Sinking Domain appeared here.

His shirt was clean, and every inch of his frame exuded an air of pampered luxury.

Chen Mian guessed that Shen Yu would never know how many times it would take to stomp his feet to light up that lamp in the corridor.

Chen Mian thought that Shen Yu would never bother to find out how to excuse himself from a school field trip.

She lowered her eyes, realizing that the moment when the two of them were closest was when they were entangled in bed.

At that time, Shenyu could be Shenyu, but Chen Mian was no longer Chen Mian.

Did you bring any money?

After a long silence, Chen Mian's indifferent voice suddenly woke up the dozing motion-sensor light.

Warm light spilled over, gilding Shen Yu's black hair as if it were dyed with a thin layer of gold.

Shen Yu took money out of his bag; his wallet was always bulging, with a thick stack of red hundred-yuan bills.

Back then, online payments weren't as prevalent. His slender fingers hovered over the edge of the red banknote, but he didn't move. He smiled and said to Chen Mian, "Do you know what it means to ask me for money?"

“I’m not as bored as Chen Yin, paying you to do things.”

"I'm paying for it for one reason only."

Chen Mian looked at Shen Yu and smiled, "So what brings you here?"

The driver was waiting outside the alley.

He took the money and did the job, but aside from being in charge of Shenyu's entry and exit, he didn't care about anything else.

They never asked about the relationship between Shen Yu and Chen Mian, nor did they say a word like Shen Yu's parents, who lived thousands of miles away.

Even though Shen Yu reached under Chen Mian's skirt in the rearview mirror, he simply turned on the dashboard and the car stereo, focusing on driving his car.

The car wasn't heading towards Shen Yu's house.

Chen Mian looked out the window at the scenery when her skirt was lifted up, revealing white lace trim.

When the slender fingers stretched the elastic band, they sank several inches into the skin.

Chen Mian didn't move, but asked Chen Yu, "Chen Yin is pursuing you, isn't she?"

Shen Yu touched her most tender spot, and when he penetrated her, he felt Chen Mian's body tremble slightly, but her expression remained calm.

"Perhaps."

Shen Yu felt that such intimacy was too distant, so he grabbed Chen Mian's arm and pulled her into his arms, making her sit on his lap.

Chen Mian glanced down at Shen Yu's school trousers, grabbed Shen Yu's arm, closed her eyes briefly as his fingers pushed her deeper, and said breathlessly, "In that case, it'll cost extra."

"What?" Shen Yu chuckled as he reached inside Chen Mian's body.

It's strange, Chen Mian is cold as if he has no heart, but his body is really warm. When he put his finger in, the tight warmth enveloped him, sucking on his finger and kissing every inch of his skin between his fingers in the narrow passage.

He poked her sensitive spot with his finger and asked, "Like this?"

He lowered his head again and kissed her neck. "Still like this?"

Chen Mian narrowed her eyes, biting her lower lip and trying to hold back her breath as he acted recklessly.

The toes were all curled up.

The voice was like a taut string: "Going to karaoke will cost extra."

Shen Yu bit her neck, his words muffled, "How much more?"

His breath was hot, and it burned her skin, making her shiver.

Her body told her she wanted to snuggle into Shen Yu's arms.

But reason made her answer Shen Yu, clenching her fists, "A price that I feel is worth offending Chen Yin for."

Chen Mian isn't stupid.

While pretty girls receive plenty of attention, they also face a lot of malice.

For example, there are always some foul-smelling eyes watching over you, prying into your private parts and judging you with dirty thoughts.

Being beautiful yet poor allows the decimal point in the price to go infinitely forward. Chen Mian encountered more than one self-proclaimed rich boy who waved his banknotes and asked her how much it would cost for a night.

Both she and Shen Yu knew that Chen Yin was just a decoy.

Five hundred or a thousand is not the reason why Chen Mian stays by Chen Yin's side.

Chen Yin is a thin veil covering the banknotes of the Shenyu region.

Chen Mian has no money.

So everyone in Suizhong knows that Chen Mian is running errands and doing odd jobs for Chen Yin to earn money.

She gripped Shen Yu's sleeve, feeling the pulse beating on his wrist right at her fingertips.

"Shen Yu, how much money are you willing to offer for me to feel it's worth it?"

The car stopped in front of the "No Open" KTV at this time.

You Huai, who was making a phone call at the door, spotted Shen Yu's car at a glance. The cigarette he was holding trembled, and the butt fell to the ground.

The door of the convenience store behind her was opened, and Chen Yin complained unhappily, "How come I can't even find the yogurt I want to drink?"

After not hearing You Huai's voice, she kicked his shoe in annoyance, "What are you looking at?"

At this moment, You Huai thought Chen Yin was probably a fool. He pointed to Shen Yu's car, and the driver in the driver's seat opened the door and got out. The door closed, but the people in the back seat did not get out. The car body swayed slightly as if by illusion.

"Look at your brother Chen having sex in the car."

Desire pushes deeper and deeper in waves.

Chen Mian leaned on Shen Yu's shoulder, with red banknotes scattered on the chair.

She squinted, and as Shen Yu's fingers pinched her waist, she counted softly, "One hundred, two hundred, three hundred—"

Shen Yu, who had just withdrawn his hand from her body to undo his belt, immediately smiled. He used his hand, which was covered in Chen Mian's body scent, to lift her chin and meet her hazy eyes.

"Have you counted it all, Chen Mian? Is this little bit of money enough for me to have a real gun?"

The number five hundred was thus broken up by the action.

Chen Mian wrapped her legs around Chen Yu's waist, her underwear pulled down to her ankles and hooked around. The boy's chest vibrated like a drumbeat, and her hand remained there, feeling the vigorous life force, like the thunder she heard through the window every night.

Even at this critical moment, she could still argue with Shen Yu, saying, "If it's not enough, add some more."

"You counted it clearly, and it's still not enough? Are you trying to cheat me out of my money?"

"Then let go, and let me finish counting first."

"Ask it if it can wait." Shen Yu pulled Chen Mian's hand and touched his erection.

He hadn't even taken his pants off yet, and their private parts were pressed together. When Chen Mian was pulled down by the hand, he inevitably touched himself.

Her face was red, but she stated in a flat tone, "It seems impossible, but what does that have to do with me?"

She looked into his eyes, her expression cold and ruthless, and said, "It's you who can't stand it, not me."

Shen Yu laughed immediately upon hearing this.

He grabbed Chen Mian's hand and made her touch his wet vulva.

"Has anyone ever taught you that when you're pretending, you at least have to be consistent with your superiors and subordinates?"

Chen Mian remained silent, as if she had truly understood what Chen Yu had taught her.

People were coming and going outside the car window. Shen Yu mischievously jerked his leg, causing Chen Mian to fall into his arms.

He touched her back and said, "You're still not shrewd enough. You should have said how much extra money you'd want to pay to have sex with me on a busy, crowded street."

Chen Mian readily followed suit, asking, "Shen Yu, how much extra money do you want for fucking me in a busy downtown street?"

Shen Yu smiled and leaned in close, kissing her earlobe as if rewarding her for being obedient. "Be smarter, you'll ask how much it costs to exchange for a kiss."

"..."

Chen Mian looked up and distanced herself from Shen Yu.

The point where the two bodies are touching is where desire is poised to erupt.

Their gazes met, but indifferently.

"Chen Yu, the money you have is only enough to make love to me, not enough to kiss me."

*

Chen Mian was taken home at nine o'clock in the evening.

The apartment building was still dark. She opened the door and immediately heard the sound of stir-frying coming from the kitchen.

"Chen Mian, why are you only coming back now?" Chen Song sat on the sofa, shirtless, with his legs propped up on the low table, smiling at her.

Chen Mian felt a chill run down her spine, and she took a step back.

He lowered his voice and said to Chen Song, "I have no money left."

Chen Song didn't believe Chen Mian was broke. Chen Mian was beautiful, and he didn't know what she did all day. There was always money in her room. When he got drunk and couldn't help but want to hit someone, Chen Mian would take money out of her bag and give it to him.

He stole 10,000 from Chen Mian's desk yesterday, played cards all night, and lost it all.

I went there again today, waving a bottle of liquor, but I was kicked out after only a few rounds.

Without any reason, he cursed and wanted to make a move, but was intimidated by the burly boss.

He swung his legs home, sat on the sofa, and waited for his money tree while waving his phone.

No money? Chen Song didn't believe it.

As he pulled off his belt and walked towards Chen Mian, the sound of the kitchen range hood suddenly stopped.

Song Ai came out carrying the dishes, wiping her hands as she said to Chen Song, who was about to start eating, "I'll give you the money."

Chen Mian opened the door to the room and went inside.

With her eyes closed, she slowly slid down the door and sat on the floor.

Outside the door, Song Ai's scream pierced the darkness.

The man's angry roar still echoed in my ears, "Where the hell did you get the money? Did you go out and steal it?"

It was as if the bowls and chopsticks had all been smashed onto Chen Mian.

Her face was pale, her face buried between her knees, and her body trembled involuntarily.

My phone vibrated in my pocket at that moment.

It was a message from Shen Yu.

—Is that enough now?

A chill ran up my spine.

Chen Mian felt a lump in his throat.

In residential buildings with poor sound insulation, you can even hear neighbors talking in the hallway.

—Again, they're making moves?

—This has happened so many times, who can stop it?

some.

The person in charge was sending a WeChat message, the indifferent tone seemingly mocking Chen Mian's worthless persistence in his eyes.

The shadows of the trees sway beneath the old residential buildings.

A Bentley was parked there, and the boy leaned against the car door, pressing a lighter and watching the flame leap up and then go out.

He looked languid and didn't even look up when he heard the sound of a chair being smashed upstairs.

Until the phone in my hand lit up.

The person who smiled and told him at the karaoke bar entrance that he didn't have enough money to kiss him replied to him.

—Shen Yu, why don't you just die?