Chapter 9 Restraint and Indulgence

Pei Yuning was like a delicious lamb thrown into a pack of wolves. A dozen male models were trying their best to show off their charm to her.

Some wore special waist chains to seduce her to untie them; some put cute stickers on their half-naked abdominal muscles and let her tear them off for fun; some wore cat ear bells and pretended to be innocent and meowed like a cat next to her; some blushed and became shy when they saw her, and then pretended to be cool and motionless on the sofa; some held a small cake to celebrate her staying away from the scumbag...

There were too many to handle, Pei Yuning raised his head and looked at Song Qingyi for help. But all he saw was a full Adam's apple and full chest muscles.

Song Qingyi was standing on the sofa, laughing so hard that she raised her phone to record a video and posted it on her Moments, then set it so that only Shang Heng could see it.

It took Pei Yuning more than ten minutes to walk from the door of the private room to sit on the sofa. It was so difficult to describe it as "arduous".

A male model with a puppy-like appearance poured a glass of champagne and raised it to Pei Yuning's lips to feed her.

Pei Yuning didn't like having too much physical contact with unfamiliar people, so he took the wine glass and drank it himself.

The blushing and cool male model sitting in the corner stood up, picked up the fruit plate from the table, and handed it to Pei Yuning without saying a word.

Pei Yuning looked up at him and found him to be quite handsome.

But every man she met today would be involuntarily compared to Shang Yanci.

The conclusion reached is very consistent: none of them can compare to Shang Yanci.

So much so that she misses him a little now.

Pei Yuning picked up a peach, which was juicy and very sweet.

The male model sitting next to her kept talking to ease the atmosphere, but Pei Yuning thought he was too noisy, so she asked him to go to Song Qingyi's side.

She looked up at the male model holding a fruit plate in front of her, and raised her delicate chin slightly: "You sit here."

The blushing and cool male model sat next to her, put down the fruit plate, and with red ears, quietly poured her wine.

The male models who wanted to hook up with Pei Yuning were helpless against her, so Song Qingyi didn't force them and asked them to come over and play the King's game.

The surroundings were mostly quiet, but there were still a few male models who refused to give up. They sat next to Pei Yuning, waiting for the slim chance.

Cupid seemed to have heard Pei Yuning's thoughts. Her phone vibrated slightly. She picked it up and opened it.

Shang Yanci: [Night Addiction has a new brandy on the fourth floor today. Bring Miss Pei to try it next time we meet. I think you will like the taste.]

Pei Yuning read the message once and again.

Shang Yanci is also in Night Addiction now?

Pei Yuning stood up from the sofa and looked at Song Qingyi who was having a great time. "Qingqing, I have something to do. I have to leave first!"

Song Qingyi heard the coquettish tone at the end of her voice and raised her head. She saw Pei Yuning's black curly hair blown by the wind and the hem of her burgundy skirt through the vertical seam of the private room door that was about to close.

Looking away, Song Qingyi inadvertently saw the quiet male model who had been sitting next to Pei Yuning tonight.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand in the air, and slowly retracted it as the door of the private room closed. He lowered his head to look at the place where Pei Yuning was originally sitting, wondering what he was thinking.

Pei Yuning walked into the lounge and saw Shang Yanci sitting on a sofa by the window.

He was wearing an indigo-colored custom-made suit tonight, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose bone. His slightly wrinkled brows looked very sexy.

Gentle and smooth like jade, elegant and reserved.

The two incompatible auras create a unique charm in him.

Pei Yuning, wearing high heels, was graceful and elegant as she slowly typed a reply in the WeChat chat box with Shang Yanci.

Shang Yanci had been on the chat page between the two of them and had not exited. At this moment, his message was pushed to the top, and a new message appeared on the chat page from the other party.

Pei Yuning: [Look up.]

The moment after seeing these two words clearly, Shang Yanci raised his head and stretched out his slender white fingers to gently push the frame of the lens.

Pei Yuning appeared in his eyes, tilted his head and smiled, his clear eyes were clear and bright, as if the Milky Way was flowing in them.

Shang Yanci stood up, put his phone on the table, raised his hand and motioned her to sit down and chat: "Ms. Pei was also in the lounge just now?"

Pei Yuning sat on the sofa opposite him, and it was only then that she noticed that there was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the table.

The glass of wine in front of her is whiskey. There are no lip marks on the edge of the glass, but it is not ruled out that the other person's lipstick will not stick to the glass or fade.

Noticing where Pei Yuning's gaze was, Shang Yanci called the waiter to take away the wine glass in front of her and replaced it with a brand new dry wine glass.

Shang Yanci poured a proper amount of brandy into the glass in front of her and said slowly in a low, mellow voice, "My friend's wife has a curfew, so he drank half a glass and went back."

Although Pei Yuning did not ask anything, she felt that Shang Yanci's words were meant for her, and that changing the words might be more appropriate -

He was "explaining" it to her.

He is indeed an intelligent and considerate gentleman.

I looked at the clock hanging on the wall and it was only eight o'clock in the evening.

The slight discomfort in Pei Yuning's heart instantly disappeared with Shang Yanci's explanation.

She took a sip of the brandy in her glass and replied to his first question: "I was on the third floor just now. I came up after seeing your message. This brandy tastes really good. I like it."

A red lip print appeared on the edge of the wine glass. Shang Yanci took a look and restrainedly looked away: "I heard that the private room on the third floor is very interesting."

"Really?" Pei Yuning didn't think deeply about the meaning of his words and shook his head. "I don't think so. It's very boring."

The plump red lips were soaked in brandy, like the heart of a Freud rose soaked in nectar.

Shang Yanci had a hard time controlling his gaze from falling on her. His previous self-control seemed to have fallen into a damp swamp, and he watched himself slowly sinking clearly.

He let his eyes stare at Pei Yuning wantonly and rudely through a thin layer of lenses.

And she was totally unaware.

Shang Yanci asked casually, "There are many high-quality male models on the third floor tonight. Did you see any of them before Miss Pei came up?"