In S City, within the presidential suite.
An Xiao Xian lay sprawled on a large, soft bed, her exquisite and curvy body barely covered by a sheet of white gauze, her proud silhouette faintly visible underneath.
Heat—
She was overwhelmed by the stifling heat.
Her body was blazing, making her twist restlessly, and she slightly opened her red lips, panting heavily. "Is there anyone around? I need some water…"
"Bam—" The door to the room was abruptly opened and then shut.
Illuminated under the dazzling crystal chandelier light, a tall and upright man walked in, his slender hand undoing his tie. He seemed utterly unstable, his body swaying as he walked.
Casually shrugging off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal smooth skin, eight-pack abs, and a defined Adonis belt— his appearance was akin to a perfect masterpiece sculpted by a craftsman.
He was Jin Feng, a king in the business world holding countless lives within his hands, controlling their futures with the power he held.
Jin Feng kicked off his shoes irritably and staggered into the bedroom.
He had drunk too much tonight, he needed a good night's sleep.
A faint scent permeated the air.
Is there someone else?
He lifted his head in surprise, looking towards the bed.
A woman with a black mask comes into view.
Her lustrous black long hair is scattered messily on the white sheets.
She impatiently tugs at the garment as thin as a cicada wing draped on her body.
"Who... who's there?"
The arrival of Jin Feng alerts An XiaoXian of imminent danger. However, she finds her voice to be raspy and weak. Her throat is dry, sore, thirsty, hot, and uncomfortable. She feels as if death is close by.
"You're just a gift; You're not worthy of knowing my name," his magnetic voice is cold and melancholic, exuding mockery.
His slender fingers trace a graceful line across her cheek. The touch of her skin, soft as silk, is irresistible for him.
Her heart rate suddenly accelerates and An XiaoXian finds herself inexplicably leaning towards him.
His cold presence provides a much needed relief against the heat burning within her body.
"Oh, are all you women so cheap?" The taunting words of Jin Feng echo in her ear, sending chills down her spine.
Cheap?
What does that mean?
An XiaoXian is slightly delirious, unable to differentiate between dreams and reality. Her eyelids feel heavy as lead.
Her body is getting hotter, as if she is being burned alive by molten lava.
Gradually, her sweat oozes out of her each pore forming particles the size of soybeans. They refract sparkling light under the crystal chandelier, densely packed, resembling a white wine sauce and exuding an intoxicating fragrance.
"I can't understand what you're saying, sir. I feel hot and uncomfortable, please help me." The unbearable pain was intensifying, and An Xiaoxian gasped as she appealed to Jin Feng.
"How do you want me to help you?" Jin Feng asked word by word. A playful smirk lingered on his thin lips as his fair hand aimlessly traced circles on her delicate collarbone.
"Mmm, just like this..."
An Xiaoxian responded with cloudy consciousness, as captivating to the man as a blossoming poppy flower.
Jin Feng couldn’t resist anymore, he lowered his head, kissing her red, burning lips. The sweet taste was so delightful he couldn't help himself.
His kisses deepened and quickened.
Jin Feng ignited An Xiaoxian's most primitive passion, and she continued responding to him, giving him complete control.
She didn't know how long it had been, but exhausted, An Xiaoxian finally passed out.
