"Take off your pants."

Under the dim light, Xiao Yiyi clenched her fists and stood upright on the bedside. Her body was trembling and her face was red. She stared at the man, who was still grabbing his underpants on the bed and urged, "Hurry up!"

The man's eyes twinkled and trembled. "Miss Xiao, this is... my first time."

"Cut the crap. Hurry up and take it off!"

Yiyi took a deep breath. Who wasn't the first time?

She was almost driven crazy. After two years of marriage, she had not seen her husband. She was locked in the villa like a canary all day long. The series of custom-made rules for her almost drove her crazy.

Under the unconventional attack, she decided to make herself a big shot, creating evidence of an affair and forcing her mysterious husband to divorce.

"Don't worry, I won't give you less money. Take it off and finish it soon."

As she spoke, she began to take off her clothes, but her pale fingertips were useless. She was so scared, but she pretended to be anxious and rushed into the bed.

Pressing down on the man, she was recalling the memory of the movies she had seen before. When she was about to take action, the door of the room cracked and was pushed open from the outside.

"Oh!"

Yiyi was pushed to the inside of the bed, and her vision was blurred. When she opened her eyes again, the man had already been thrown at the corner of the wall.

"Get lost!"

The steady and cold voice was so scary that the male prostitute trembled and left without saying a word.

The light flickered on the man's face, and Yiyi recognized him at a glance. She lay on her side, resting her head with one hand, and the end of her eyes had a trace of an unsuitable temperament. "Bo Si, I have spent money."

"Madame, stop messing around. Fourth Master will be angry if he finds out." Bo Si calmly took down the camera in the middle of the room and glanced at it. He helplessly said, "The car is waiting outside the hotel. I've sent the driver to send you home."

"It's really boring!"

It would be better if the man was really angry. It would be best to divorce her in a fit of anger.

Yiyi followed him out of the hotel, but she did not get on the car and chose a direction casually.

Bo Si even opened the door and anxiously shouted at her, "Madame, the master has stipulated that you must get home before 10 o'clock in the evening. Otherwise, you can't get the credits of a senior student."

These words successfully stopped her. After a second, she lifted her leg and took off a shoe, throwing it at him, "F*ck you!"

She didn't hit him. She swayed twice, turned around and left. She also took off the other shoe, untied the shoelaces, and threw it in her hand.

Bo Si picked up her shoe, crossed the road, got into a black car, and handed the camera to the man in the back seat.

"Fourth Master, this is Madame's."

Under the cover of half of the shadow, the man's facial features could not be seen clearly. He heard a low voice, "What is it?"

"Well... it seems that Madame wants to take something indescribable so that she can stimulate you... to divorce. In the past two years, Madame has been making troubles. This time, she has gone too far."

He was the Fourth Master's assistant, but he became Yiyi's bodyguard two years ago. He had to report her every move to Fourth Master. He was telling the truth.

The man snorted, and the breath came out from his nose. It was low and cold, "She has got guts."

"Do you want to have a look?"

"No, she doesn't have that courage."

Nan Jingshen got out of the car and followed the direction where Yiyi left. He caught up at a steady pace. The black car kept a speed and followed him.

When he stopped, he frowned and looked at the bar with flashing neon lights.

As he opened the door, the deafening music came to his ears.

...

Yiyi ordered a cup of intensive vodka and drank half a cup in one breath. She had never drunk alcohol before. The alcohol quickly jumped into her brain, and she suddenly felt dizzy. In this environment, she felt a splitting headache.

She held her head and staggered out, avoiding the writhing crowd on the dance floor. Every step she took was no different from stepping on cotton.

Without looking at the road, she plunged into the man's chest.

She raised her head and squinted her eyes, which were just like the flashing neon lights. The man's angular face was like a god. She was stunned for a moment, "So handsome."

She put her arms around his neck and said, "Make an offer, and I'll take you away."