In the dim light, their eyes met.
A flicker of panic flashed in Qiu Mang's eyes, like a fawn that had stumbled into a trap, frantically trying to escape but finding no way out.
In the quiet room, only the rapid, heavy breathing of the two people echoed and mingled.
Looking at the man before her, Qiu Mang felt as if she had fallen into a deep, cold pool. She felt the dark depths of his eyes surging up like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing her.
Every nerve in her body was taut by this invisible pressure, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.
"Lu...Lu Yanting, what...what are you going to do?"
Qiu Mang mustered her courage and blurted out the words in a trembling voice, only to find that her weak cry in the silent darkness was like a candle flickering in the wind, adding to her fragility and helplessness.
Lu Yanting slowly raised his large, well-defined hand, pinched her chin, and with a slight force, forced her to tilt her head back and face him directly.
He leaned slightly forward, his thin, sensual lips parted slightly, and his voice was deep and seductive: "What do you think?"
Qiu Mang was in a state of turmoil. She took a deep breath and turned her face to the side with all her might, trying to avoid the gaze that was so intense it could melt her. She stammered, "I...I'm not ready yet."
Lu Yanting tightened his grip on her chin, seemingly displeased with her resistance. The next moment, he lowered his head and lightly kissed her lips, then pulled away slightly, his gaze fixed on her, a half-smile on his face: "What else do you need to prepare? Hmm?"
"My face is red and swollen right now, and I'm afraid it will spoil your fun." Qiu Mang had a flash of inspiration and casually came up with a seemingly reasonable excuse.
The man was amused by her words. "It's okay, the lights aren't on."
"I still have injuries on my face and need to rest properly," Qiu Mang said softly, her voice lacking any confidence.
Lu Yanting smiled wickedly, "Have you ever heard that exercise is better for physical recovery?"
As the man spoke, he was about to kiss her. Qiu Mang was startled and instinctively raised her hands, trying to push away the man who was like a beast in front of her. However, her meager strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Lu Yanting's mountain-like body, and she couldn't budge him.
"What? Didn't we agree on something? Are you trying to back out?"
Lu Yanting looked down at her, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
Qiu Mang bit her lip, shook her head frantically, her hair flying wildly with the movement: "No, it's just that I haven't gotten used to this kind of relationship yet, and I don't know what to do."
Lu Yanting seemed to have heard a satisfactory answer. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, trapping her between himself and the door.
The man chuckled softly twice. "In this kind of relationship... all you need to do is cooperate."
"Well, we haven't agreed on how much money you're going to give me yet?" Qiu Mang suddenly asked.
Lu Yanting lowered his eyes and gazed at her, a complex emotion flashing in them. After a long while, he spoke softly, "Don't worry, I will definitely not let you suffer any losses."
Qiu Mang pursed her lips, wanting to confirm another matter, and asked, "Then, will our relationship really end when you marry Xu Jingyan?"
A strange sense of irritation welled up in Lu Yanting's heart, as if his sore spot had been touched. He lowered his head slightly as punishment, bit Qiu Mang's already red ear, and gently ground his teeth, causing Qiu Mang's delicate body to tremble, and a tingling sensation instantly ran through her body.
"Does it have to be this time?" The man's deep, magnetic voice rang out, carrying a hint of displeasure.
Qiu Mang felt her mind go blank, as if all her strength had been drained from her body.
As the man spoke, he quietly moved one hand to her shoulder and gently hooked it, causing Qiu Mang's denim overalls to fall to the ground with a "thud".
Qiu Mang tensed up, her eyes tightly shut, and she cried out again in a trembling voice, "Promise me!"
She desperately wanted to know if this kind of life would ever end.
If there is an end, she is willing to let herself sink into this relationship for a short time until Xu Jingyan rescues her.
As if suddenly remembering something, a sly glint flashed in Lu Yanting's deep eyes, followed by a wicked smile that appeared on his lips.
“I can grant your request, but in return, you must grant me one more request.” His voice was deep and seductive.
“Okay! I’ll agree to whatever you say!” Qiu Mang said without hesitation.
Lu Yanting tilted his head slightly, gazing at her with a half-smile, "Very good..."
He deliberately dragged out his words, paused, and then continued slowly, "Then you have to promise me that from now on, no matter when, where, or what position... you have to listen to me."
He deliberately lowered his voice for the last few words, as if whispering in her ear, yet it carried an undeniable domineering air, like a heavy hammer that struck Qiu Mang's heart.
Qiu Mang's eyes widened; she couldn't believe her ears.
"So? Do you dare?"
Lu Yanting, like a hunter with victory in his grasp, looked at his frightened prey and his smile became more and more triumphant and arrogant. His smile contained both amusement at her reaction and satisfaction in controlling everything.
"I..." Qiu Mang thought for a long time before finally nodding.
Seeing that she agreed, Lu Yanting smiled slightly, "Very good, then, tonight."
He paused deliberately, his gaze hooking directly into Qiu Mang's eyes, "On the balcony, in front of the French windows."
His voice seemed to carry some kind of hint, causing Qiu Mang's heart to race and her cheeks to instantly burn.
Qiu Mang fell silent.
...
Three hours later, Qiu Mang finally dragged her exhausted body back to her room. She took a quick shower and then lay down to sleep.
Looking at her sleeping face, Lu Yanting took out a tube of ointment, carefully applied it to her, and then held her as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Lu Yanting went to work very early. At nine o'clock, Qiu Mang was woken up by a doorbell.
When she got out of bed, she realized that her legs were weak and she almost fell to the ground.
She dragged her aching body to open the door. As she opened it, she saw waiters in neat uniforms from a five-star hotel, their faces adorned with well-trained professional smiles.
"Ms. Qiu, Mr. Lu instructed us that you'll be working quite hard these next few days, and specifically asked us to make sure you get some nourishment. That's why we've arranged for him to deliver your meal." The head waiter bowed slightly and spoke respectfully and gently.
What do you mean by "these next few days will be quite tough"?
Qiu Mang rolled her eyes and cursed Lu Yanting several times in her mind.
After the first waiter finished speaking, he slightly turned to the side, and three more waiters carrying trays walked in behind him. They went straight to the restaurant, and soon the table was filled with light dishes and some nourishing soups.
Qiu Mang was dumbfounded. What was Lu Yanting trying to do? Did he intend to... do it every night?
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