Chapter 1 Did I Sleep in the Wrong Place?
"Baby, be good."
The man's gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold glint in the dim light.
His long, slender fingers, as if straight out of a comic book, slid across the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up to conceal the flushed, excited look in the corners of his eyes.
One by one, the shirt buttons popped off his fingertips, and his previously calm demeanor suddenly turned into impatience.
"Honey, can you take my glasses off... okay? Hmm?"
"Baby, do you love me?"
His tall and slender figure knelt at her feet.
The low, husky, and sexy bubble sounds seduced her remaining will.
She gradually lost herself amidst his hoarse, labored moans.
......
"don't want--"
Su Ruan suddenly sat up and clutched her heart.
No, the speed is too fast and too intense; she simply can't handle it.
He was breathing rapidly, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his whole body was soaked in sweat.
She quickly got up, got out of bed, and slipped away.
"ah--"
With a startled cry, Su Ruan fell to the ground.
Oh no, my legs are too weak to walk.
She gritted her teeth, reached for the pistol bag carelessly tossed on the ground, pulled out a tri-fold folded bag, and called her best friend, speaking in a low voice.
"Little Bowl, come quick to the rescue!"
She abandoned her position, struggled to her feet, and shakily put on her dress.
With his belt undone and tucked in front of him, he limped out of the room, carrying his bag and sandals in his left hand and leaning against the wall with his right.
Looking back at the mess on the upper half of the bed, the twisted and deformed sheets testifying to the madness of the previous day and night, she gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath.
brute!
How many years has it been since you last ate meat?
She was so exhausted that she felt like her bones had been torn apart and her skin had been peeled off.
She stumbled into the elevator with great difficulty, but as soon as she stepped out, her legs gave way and she almost knelt down on the spot.
Fortunately, her best friend appeared in time and caught her as she fell.
"My goodness! Ruanbao, you've really turned into a spineless wimp after just one day?"
Before Su Ruan could reply, Song Feiwan noticed her neck and the bruises all over her chest, not a single unblemished spot.
It was absolutely appalling.
"You...you...you really slept with Model Bro?"
Song Feiwan screamed, drawing the attention of the people passing by.
Su Ruan quickly covered Song Feiwan's mouth with her hand and looked around nervously, "The wind is strong, let's get out of here!"
As soon as she spoke, Su Ruan realized that her voice was hoarse and her throat hurt as if it were being scraped by a razor blade.
After a difficult journey, the two finally managed to get back into Song Feiwan's bright red Ferrari. Song Feiwan couldn't hold back any longer and asked...
"Didn't you say you'd just take advantage of the situation a little? Why are you asleep already?"
Su Ruan picked up the remaining half bottle of water from Song Feiwan and gulped it down, finally feeling much better in her throat.
"I should be asking you that! Where did you find this Seven-Times-Roger? His abilities are ridiculously strong. I almost died in bed with him!" Su Ruan complained in a hoarse voice.
"Huh? That can't be right? I heard that guy only sells cleavage!" Song Feiwan's mouth dropped open in astonishment. How come the beast her best friend was talking about wasn't the same person she had chosen?
"Let me show you the photo, it's this beast." Su Ruan took out her phone and flipped through her photo album, which contained a candid shot of a man sleeping.
Su Ruan proudly showed the photos to her best friend, and Song Feiwan took them and stared at them closely.
"Wait, who is this person?"
"The guy you picked is a model!" Su Ruan replied, bewildered.
Song Feiwan's hands trembled as if she had suffered a stroke. She grabbed Su Ruan's shoulders and shook her violently, "Su Ruan, you old hag, I give up. You fucking slept with the wrong person!"
ah?
Su Ruan felt as if she had been struck by lightning. "Slept in the wrong place? What do we do now?"
Song Feiwan was so angry that her eyes were seeing stars. She picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"You know this person?" Su Ruan asked in surprise.
Song Feiwan glared fiercely at the person on the phone, then launched into a tirade of abuse.
"Li Yuyang! You bastard! If you hadn't kidnapped me yesterday, my best friend wouldn't have been bullied by that beast! You wait, I'm going to skin you alive..."
Su Ruan touched her nose, moved her body back, and moved away from the battlefield.
So she was criticizing her arranged marriage partner. She thought her best friend was all-powerful and knew even the big dog she slept with!
"Feifei, you're being unreasonable! Yesterday, it was clearly your best friend who pounced on him, kissing and nibbling at him. The guy was the one who was forced..."
Listening to the warm voice on the other end of the phone, she was indeed not the same type as her big wolfhound.
"Ahem. Actually, I think the person I slept with last night was pretty good..."
Su Ruan muttered softly, and Song Feiwan accurately caught Su Ruan's voice amidst Li Yuyang's long-winded rambling.
She slammed down the phone and stared at Su Ruan in astonishment.
"What do you mean? You've got your eye on that model guy from yesterday?"
Su Ruan's face gradually turned as red as a monkey's bottom under Song Feiwan's gaze, and her eyes darted away.
"Hmm...that pretty boy has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and he's incredibly strong. What if he could protect me closely in the future?"
"Physical strength, cunning, good..."
As Song Feiwan pondered these four words, his gaze toward Su Ruan gradually became lewd.
She moved closer to Su Ruan and suddenly ripped open her collar to peek inside. The battle scene there was even more brutal than the exposed marks. She clicked her tongue and muttered to herself.
"Tsk tsk tsk... You've got pretty good stamina. What? Did you enjoy yourself?"
Su Ruan raised her hand to cover her chest and cried out in surprise, "Big Yellow Girl, where are you looking?"
Song Feiwan rolled her eyes at her, "We've showered together before, what part of you haven't I seen?"
Although Su Ruan thought this made sense, she felt that it was something that only domineering CEOs in novels would say.
However, it wouldn't make a difference if it were applied to my best friend, this mature and domineering woman.
"Little Softie, tell me, is doing that kind of thing really that great?"
Song Feiwan then approached Su Ruan and asked curiously.
"It's really great... but..." Su Ruan gave her best friend a knowing look.
Seeing Su Ruan's expression that could only be understood but not explained, Song Feiwan clicked his tongue and started the car.
"Come on, let me treat you to a spa and relax."
The car roared to life and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.
At that moment, a Bentley Mulsanne slowly drove up to the hotel entrance. Its black body was understated yet luxurious, and a black wolf logo flag was inserted in the position of the winged B emblem on the front of the car.
As the bigwigs who were leaving the hotel and preparing to get into their cars saw this vehicle, they immediately looked panicked and moved away.
The Howling Moon Black Wolf Flag is the emblem of the Rothd family, the first noble family in the Eagle Alliance Kingdom.
Legend has it that this mysterious family is not only a top-tier conglomerate in the world, but also has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.
The heirs of this family are all madmen, the kind of madmen that even the mentally ill would admire.
Anyone who offends this family will not have a good ending.
The car door opened, and two long, straight legs emerged first, followed by a breathtakingly handsome face, as if sculpted.
The man, of East Slavic descent, is a handsome man from a fighting nation who topped the global rankings of gods, possessing a fatal attraction that blends strength and melancholy.
Her slightly wavy golden-brown hair and the noble air about her brows accentuated her elegance.
His deep brown eyes seemed to harbor the ruthlessness of Siberian fir, and wherever his gaze fell, everyone was but an ant.
He glanced down at his clothes; the well-tailored custom suit accentuated his toned waist and upright posture.
As she stepped forward on the red carpet, her pace quickened unconsciously, and a pleasant smile played on her lips, reminiscent of the perfectly proportioned gods in ancient Greek mythology.
As he happily rode the private elevator to the top-floor suite, only to find the woman gone the instant he opened the door, his joyful expression suddenly turned sinister.
He took out his phone and sent a message to someone, his nonchalant voice carrying a dangerous undertone.
[Baby, you're being naughty! Are you going to shake it off right after you're done?]
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