Yu Qiao pushed open the door and entered.

Unlike the glamorous Ming Ge during the day, she was now wearing a simple white sundress and white sneakers, with no makeup on and her long, black hair cascading down her back. She looked incredibly pure.

She glanced back at the two boys being dragged away, and at what she had overheard on the way. She frowned, glanced at Pei Jin out of the corner of her eye, and then her gaze fell on Yu Lingze.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Yu Lingze's stiff face cracked instantly, a chill ran down his straight back, and his lips twitched as he frankly admitted, "Those were Pei..."

With a "bang," a long leg swept over and kicked Yu Lingze to the ground.

Before he could react, Pei Jin covered Yu Lingze's mouth, his dark, long eyebrows furrowing downwards in a warning tone: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Yu Lingze also works out regularly. Compared to others, he is tall and has well-defined muscles, but compared to boxer Pei Jin, he is nothing.

"..." Yu Lingze struggled to speak.

Pei Jin covered his mouth tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe. Soon, Yu Lingze's face turned red.

"Brother!" Yu Qiao's face turned cold, and her alluring fox-like eyes immediately flashed with ferocity. She strode over and slapped Pei Jin's hand away: "Let go!"

Pei Jin's hand trembled. Looking at the reddened back of his hand, it didn't hurt. Her hand was so soft.

The tips of her ears, peeking out from her jet-black hair, immediately turned red.

He suddenly released Yu Lingze.

Yu Lingze pressed his long fingers to his chest and coughed violently until his face turned red before he finally recovered slightly.

"You, you guys chat, I, I'm leaving first!" Pei Jin stammered, avoiding Yu Qiao's probing gaze, and ran away.

Because he was running too fast, his shoulder slammed hard against the door frame, making a loud bang. He didn't stop, and immediately turned around, slammed the door shut, and ran away.

Yu Lingze glanced at the tightly closed door, exhaled a breath of stale air, and said breathlessly, "What's wrong with Pei Jin?"

"Brother, do you and Pei Jin always play like this in private?" Yu Qiao pursed her pink lips. Her natural lip color was a delicate pinkish-red, like a beautiful pink peony.

"No." Yu Lingze rubbed his aching temples with his long fingers. Pei Jin's kick just now was merciless, and his knee hurt like it was being pricked with needles. "Pei Jin is acting crazy tonight. He came to the private room and told me he wanted some women."

"I ordered some for him, and then he ran to the toilet to vomit out of disgust."

"He didn't believe in superstitions and even asked for a man, but when he was faced with a man, he still rushed to the toilet to vomit."

Yu Lingze chuckled and shook his head: "I thought this guy was cured."

"Illness?" Yu Qiao keenly caught the word.

"Pei Jin has a psychological problem with women. If they get too close, he will either feel dizzy and vomit, or he will lose his mind and beat people violently."

"There's such a strange illness?" Yu Qiao was skeptical. She had been flirting with Pei Jin all day, but she hadn't seen him show any discomfort.

Yu Lingze snorted softly, then, thinking about the origin of Pei Jin's illness, his face gradually darkened, and he sighed slightly: "A mental illness."

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Qiao blinked curiously and leaned closer to Yu Lingze to ask.

A look of doting tenderness flashed in Yu Lingze's eyes. He raised his hand to push away Yu Qiao's head that was leaning forward, shook his head and said, "This is Pei Jin's personal privacy, and I can't reveal it."

"Alright, alright." Yu Qiao shrugged helplessly, turned around, and stared thoughtfully in the direction Pei Jin had hurriedly left.

If her brother didn't want to talk, then she couldn't get him to open his mouth.

But she really wanted to know what caused Pei Jin's mental illness.

Yu Qiao narrowed her fox-like eyes, her long, white fingers stroking her chin. Since her brother wouldn't say, she would find an opportunity to ask Pei Jin.

In short, she'd definitely sleep with a man like Pei Jin.

"Ah Qiao." Yu Lingze's voice turned cold as he suddenly realized that he had seen Yu Qiao at the high-end club at this time.

His dark fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a dangerous aura: "Did He Ye bring you here again?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

“He Ye brought me here!” Yu Qiao readily agreed, and when Yu Lingze raised his hand to grab her, she quickly dodged away.

He dashed out of the private room in a few quick movements, poked his head out, and made a mischievous face at Yu Lingze: "Brother, I'm going home! You should go home early too! Don't go too wild, be careful! Your kidneys will get weak!"

"You little devil!" Yu Lingze's face darkened.

The next second, the door was slammed shut.

wrong!

Yu Lingze suddenly realized what was happening.

Fair skin, black hair, fox-like eyes, small face—these descriptions seem so familiar!

…………

Yu Qiao left the corner of the private room where Yu Lingze was and came to the lobby, which was a hall specifically for guests to drink and dance.

Bright lights and dazzling lights, extravagant and decadent lifestyle.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of red wine are used to wash hair; wealthy people are seen everywhere scattering red RMB notes into the air; frenzied and excited men and women are sticking close together, twisting their waists and shaking their heads...

Yu Qiao's pretty face was full of deep thought. Following the winding path of the exit in her memory, she squeezed into the crowd. A group of drunk men frequently turned their fiery gazes toward her.

"Hurry up, it's this woman, who goes first, you or me?"

"What are you asking! I got him drunk first, so if anyone's going to do it, it'll be me!"

"Shorty, you went first last time, now it's my turn!"

"Wang Mazi! Don't push your luck. If it weren't for me, with your meager alcohol tolerance, how could you possibly win over any pretty girl?!"

"..."

The two men's chattering and vulgar remarks reached Yu Qiao's ears.

Yu Qiao slowly raised her eyes and saw two burly men with a drunk woman between them, rushing hurriedly towards the toilet.

Oops!

Yu Qiao had a bad feeling. Judging from the two hooligans' words, they must have deliberately gotten the girl drunk and then forcibly dragged her into the toilet to rape her.

Liu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Now that she had seen it, she couldn't just sit idly by!

Yu Qiao twisted her neck and wrists. Perfect timing! It's been a long time since I've fought, so I'll stretch my muscles today!

"Damn, this woman should only be eighteen years old, she's so young!" The short man's eyes gleamed with malice.

Wang Mazi chuckled twice, then reached down and touched the chest of the girl who had been drunk and turned into a corpse: "This is really her!"

"I've already touched your genitals, hurry up!"

Seeing the two men slip into the toilet together, she was about to close the door.

Yu Qiao stuck one foot in and casually tied her hair into a high ponytail: "Hey! You scoundrel, how dare you bully a girl on my turf? Did you even ask your sister Yu Qiao beforehand!"

"??!"

Suddenly obstructed, the dwarf and Wang Mazi flew into a rage.

"Where did this brat come from!"

Wang Mazi's gaze lingered on Yu Qiao: "Oh, you have a pretty good figure. What... little sister, do you want to join us?"

"Let's all fuck your fathers!"

Yu Qiao sneered, clenched her fist, and slammed it hard into the dwarf's eye socket.

Just as the dwarf let out a scream, Yu Qiao swiftly kicked him hard in the crotch.

"Your name is Wang Mazi?" Yu Qiao smiled sinisterly, raising her fist and smashing it into Wang Mazi's eye socket: "Today, Sister Yu Qiao will make you a rotten pockmarked man!"

"Damn it..." Wang Mazi cried out in pain.

Her eyes darted around, and she screamed, "Shorty, pull this bitch's hair!"

“You dare to steal…” Yu Qiao immediately turned around.

Suddenly, I was kicked hard in the lower back.

Yu Qiao cried out in pain. This foolish man even knew how to use a feint.

With a "bang," Wang Mazi punched Yu Qiao hard in the back again, and the short man also came over and shoved her hard.

The expected pain didn't come; instead, a hand pressed down on Yu Qiao's shoulder.

"Bullying a woman?"

A rambling, hoarse voice rang out.

Yu Qiao paused for a moment, then looked up.

Her hair was a hazy blue, but she wasn't a tacky, flamboyant style.

He had excellent bone structure, fluffy hazy blue hair, captivating phoenix eyes with upturned corners and a faint red tint, a high nose bridge, and very pale lips.

His skin was very white, the kind of white that had never seen the sun, almost sickly.

He exuded a damp and eerie aura.