Chapter 3
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Yimo Qiao's voice was extremely weak. His aura crushed her like a wild beast devouring a small bird!
How did this man speak such standard Chinese?
Could he be a Eurasian mix? Was his mother Chinese?
Yet the light was dim, and the man was backlit. With Yimo Qiao's vision blurred, no matter how she looked, she couldn't see his appearance clearly...
Sichen Fleming flicked the ash off his cigarette, his low voice lazy: "Did you watch earlier?"
"What?" Too nervous, Yimo Qiao hadn't reacted yet.
"..." Cold eyes fixed upon her.
"I... I watched..."
"Did you learn?"
"..."
How could she learn?
Learn from that woman earlier and scream wildly? She didn't know how to do that, nor did she have the shame to do so...
Yimo Qiao was sweating profusely from guilt, desperately trying to recall how that woman started the opening move.
Damn it, her vision was blurry, and there were gauze curtains blocking the view, how could she see clearly!
At any rate, just from the sound she knew they were doing it! And doing it fiercely and wildly!
"..." He glared down icily at the small lump on the floor.
"I learned..." Forget it, agree first!
"Then let's begin."
"Don't you want to rest first? It must have been exhausting earlier, right? I'll go pour you another glass of water..."
Yimo Qiao's teeth chattered with fear. She originally wanted to tell him she regretted it, but it seemed there was no room for backing out now!
"I want it now." His voice carried a bone-chilling coldness that seeped into her marrow.
"Then... okay... Please wait a moment, let me think about how to do it..."
Now, not only did she fail to drink the medicine, but he ended up drinking it instead. Who knew what would happen to a foreigner taking this drug? If something went wrong with him, she wouldn't even know which wilderness she'd die in!
Right now, all she had left was the pill Albert gave her! She had to take it!
Seeing that he didn't seem to be paying attention to her, Yimo Qiao swiftly tossed Albert's pill into her mouth—
Sichen Fleming took in all these subtle movements, turning his head to extinguish his unfinished cigarette.
"What are you secretly eating now?"
Yimo Qiao didn't reply, preparing to swallow it. A warm, large palm suddenly clamped onto her jaw.
"Mmgh!" Yimo Qiao hummed in pain, her eyes wide—
Help! His grip is so strong!
"Spit it out." Bending his tall frame slightly, the man's breath swallowed her whole.
"..." Yimo Qiao shook her head wildly in terror.
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
Sichen Fleming pressed closer dangerously, his deep blue eyes fixing on her slightly dry lips.
"I..."
"If you dare swallow it, I'll slit your throat." The man's low voice carried an indisputable dominance.
Timidly, Yimo Qiao spat the pill out.
Sichen Fleming stared at the tiny pill on the floor.
"Heh!" He laughed out of anger, the dark shadow in his deep eyes impossible to disperse. "Could it be that sleeping with me gives you no feeling at all?"
Bah! Sleeping with another woman just a moment ago and switching to the next one right after!
Who would feel anything for a dirty scoundrel like him?
Yimo Qiao complained internally!
Yet she shook her head pitifully: "No... I'm just afraid I won't do well and make you unhappy."
The man raised an eyebrow, seeing through her without exposing her: "So you really thought of everything, huh?"
"You promised me that as long as tonight is over, you'll send someone to help me get my passport back and give me money. I don't need much, just enough for me to leave this country..."
Yimo Qiao softly restated her purpose once more.
"Depends on your performance."
Sichen Fleming sized up the person in front of him, giving a neutral response.
She had a petite build with a small frame, small all over, flat in front and back, likely under 165 cm in height. Kneeling there, she looked like a tiny, underdeveloped lump.
Her skin was neither dark nor white, a typical natural Asian complexion.
Perhaps due to the abuse she suffered in Baiser City, her skin was dry and lusterless.
Her body bore traces of brutal beatings, covered in shocking bruises and welts; just looking at her exterior, one could tell how much pain she was in.
Tsk.
Sichen Fleming frowned coldly.
This was not his type at all. A world of difference compared to the stunner earlier, plus she was covered in injuries. Watching her fool around would definitely be boring.
Better just have Albert send her back home, treating it as doing a good deed for China, saving this little thing from crying and begging him again.
The man withdrew his gaze, preparing to get up and call Albert to take her away.
Who knew—the tiny thing on the floor thought he had lost his patience!
She steeled her heart! Screw it!
She'd just do it like those idol dramas!
At any rate, she had never kissed a man before. Kissing a foreigner in this life wasn't a loss! What did a first kiss matter!
To go home!! She was fighting with everything she had!!
Yimo Qiao desperately composed herself and stood up resolutely!
Her slender hands suddenly grabbed his robe collar. Caught off guard, the man was forced to bend down—
The girl stood on tiptoe and kissed those impossibly handsome thin lips—
"Looking to die?!—Get off..."
Sichen Fleming instinctively pushed her away, but the instant their lips touched, a numb, electric current surged through his blood, racing continuously toward his heart—
"..." The man's body stiffened, his eyes darkening.
Her fragrance was exceptionally elegant, like a teasing mist that seemed to emanate directly from her skin.
Body scent?
Strange.
The moment she pressed against him, his blood was actually expanding...
His body actually loved this feeling so much...
Snapping back to reality, Yimo Qiao quickly released him, keeping her distance in panic, her voice raspy:
"I'm sorry... I just wanted to... Ah..."
Before Sichen Fleming could recover, he dominantly scooped her up, his large arms forcefully embedding her into his chest—
The girl trembled violently, pinned against his chest, her arms restrained by his single hand, unable to budge—
Her boneless frame was as soft as pudding. It felt as if the moment he loosened his grip slightly, she would melt away. Thus, he pressed her even tighter into his arms...
Wishing he could crush her bones—
Yimo Qiao pressed against his chest uncomfortably, struggling frantically like a trapped cat!
Yet the more she resisted, the deeper he sank! His body loved it so much!
Uncontrollable!
His breathing turned heavy as he leaned down—
Attacking her until her defenses completely collapsed!
Surrounded by scorching breath, Yimo Qiao let out faint whimpers of pain...
Flustered and lost, her body went limp and shuddered in his arms.
The girl's black eyes brimmed with tears, clearly forgetting that she was here to spend the night with him in the first place—
"Why are you shaking so hard?" Suppressing the burning heat, Sichen Fleming reluctantly freed her lips.
His eyes, usually cold and bottomless, actually flushed with an intense, wild craze.
"You set up the drug yourself, and now you're scared?"
Yimo Qiao pushed him away reflexively. While adjusting her slipping shoulder strap, she knelt on the Persian rug, crying in terror:
"I-I'm sorry, I... I'm scared..."
Seeing her terrified to this extent, the man suppressed the turmoil inside: "Forget it. Get out."
Truly crazy. He had never kissed anyone before...
Why was his body so completely out of control!?
The man picked up his phone to make a call. Whether intentionally or not, he actually spoke in Chinese: "Bring a different woman in."
"Sob..."
Yimo Qiao knelt in regret, her hands trembling into fists resting on her knees.
Her head was hung so low her expression was barely visible...
Crystal tears fell drop by drop. Stubborn and aggrieved, she wiped them away again and again...
Tonight was her final deadline.
If she missed tonight, her chances of returning home would vanish into thin air.
She was overseas—in The Queen's Empire. She had been drugged in a shady taxi and taken to the most chaotic city in the world—Baiser City.
All documents proving her foreign identity had been destroyed...
This place was separated from her homeland by a vast distance.
She wasn't fluent in English, nor could she understand German or Spanish. She couldn't understand anything, couldn't even make an emergency call, and had been beaten until she was covered in scars...
And the only person who could understand her—was this man of unknown identity in front of her.
In her impression, the lords of Baiser City bowed and scraped before him as if meeting a president. His presence stood out sharply against those thugs.
Like a Western deity descending upon hell, carrying a natural, forceful, top-tier dominant alpha aura—
Albert had told her that his name translated to Chinese was Sichen Fleming. He refused to disclose anything else, and she herself had merely been brought to this city by him on a whim.
Without Sichen Fleming, she would have long been gang-r***d by those thugs... and met a tragic death...
So no matter who he was! She wanted to live! She wanted to go home! She would rather be slept with by one foreigner than a gang of them!!
Yimo Qiao continuously cheered herself on. She got up and rushed in front of him, grabbing his collar once again! And pressed her lips against his once more!
"..."
Her soft, dry lips touched him again, making the man's heart beat violently out of nowhere...
Without any pretense, he parted his lips, feeling her bring a sensation like creeping vines growing wildly over his skin through his blood—
The person on the other end of the phone hadn't hung up yet. Hearing the wet sounds, they froze for a moment:
"Uh... Boss, do you still need..."
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