Chapter 4
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Sichen Fleming gave a low grunt, hung up the phone, and looked down at the girl desperately standing on tiptoe to press against him, his breathing growing heavier...
This little thing had zero kissing skills to speak of!
Although it was his first time too, for some reason the moment he touched her, he ravaged her like a battle-hardened demon.
An extreme attraction acted like a magnet, wildly churning his blood like creeping vines growing rampantly within his body. He was inexplicably addicted, clinging...
Possess her!
Sichen Fleming heard the voice in his heart.
At this moment, he could no longer hold himself back. His large arm clamped her waist tightly, fiercely entwining with her.
So tight that their bones almost fused together...
The man turned passive into active. It wasn't his first time being drugged; every time he was drugged, he would push away all women without hesitation...
This impulse didn't seem to be from the drug. It felt as if his body chose to desire her...
In a trance, countless scenes of Ran Xuan giving him aphrodisiacs flashed in his mind...
This little thing—who sent her to his side?
Sichen Fleming couldn't even distinguish why he was so obsessed with Yimo Qiao.
Knowing full well this might be a trap, he couldn't help jumping right in.
His burning lips kissed all the way to her earlobe, his warm breath lingering in her ear, sending shivers through her:
"Ran Xuan?"
It was Chinese sounds that Yimo Qiao could understand. He actually called out another person's name to her in Chinese?
Yimo Qiao thought this was the person he loved. She tried with all her might to push him away, but was quickly pinned down, successfully pushed over by him, unable to get up ever again...
His strong, muscular arms wished to rub her into his very bones...
She carried a light peach fragrance on her body, igniting wildly in his heart like opium...
Only then did Sichen Fleming realize that the attraction brought by a woman felt like this...
He had never touched a woman before, yet he was extremely satisfied with this frail frame! So satisfied he was going mad!
This pitch-black, starless night... passed even longer than any before.
The girl seemed to have fallen into an inescapable nightmare, as if passed out in an illusion...
At 5:30 in the morning, morning fog swirled around Queen's Mountain like a fairy tale. Not far away on Queen's Street, several passersby were arguing noisily...
In the quiet dawn, it sounded particularly sharp...
A black SC Maybach engraved with the "Sichen" totem drove past, stopping steadily beside a sewer drain. Seeing this, passersby shut their mouths and fled in panic.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Albert put on white gloves as he stepped out of the car, skillfully opening the rear compartment and dragging the unconscious girl out.
She was very light, and with Albert's immense strength, Yimo Qiao tumbled directly onto the ground during the drag.
The girl remained motionless, her face pale as paper, looking just like a corpse.
She was thinly dressed, and her exposed skin was covered in injuries.
Her neck held not only his wild bite marks, but also red strangle marks—a clear sign that he had lost control of his strength during the act...
Not only that, her collarbones, shoulders, and legs were covered in deep hickeys...
It was hard to imagine how many times she had fainted, how many times she couldn't breathe, and how many times she had been ravaged last night...
The hem of her dress still carried bloodstains. Sichen Fleming understood that her virginity was gone.
Albert picked Yimo Qiao up and tossed her into the sewer drain without hesitation.
Hearing the "thud," the man in the back seat kept his head down, his handsome face dark and cold, impossible to read any emotion, as if reflecting...
Didn't he have erectile dysfunction? Wasn't he impotent?
Didn't he repulse women? Couldn't he get it up?
Why when it came to her... everything changed... getting so out of control...
His mind couldn't help recalling her crying and begging for mercy, cursing him while pleading with him, filled with terror, trembling and sobbing...
His lustrous thin lips were bitten blood-red.
He was addicted; he had never intended to let her go in the first place...
This crazy night.
He couldn't forget it...
He actually couldn't forget it...
He was relishing it!
He wanted it again!
He should go find a top-tier beauty to vent! Yet whenever he thought of other women, his heart felt utter repulsion.
Damn it!
It was all her fault!
Sichen Fleming turned his head angrily, glaring at the girl being washed away by the sewer.
Pressing down the window with long fingers, the man's incomparably noble figure emerged, commanding Albert coldly:
"Block off the sewer. I want her dead inside!"
"Yes, sir."
Yimo Qiao snapped her eyes open—
As if last night's nightmare hadn't faded, her body hurt as if split apart, trembling violently in pain and terror!
She was woken by the cold, followed by a pungent, indescribable stench that choked her.
In the narrow sewer, a faint vent blew in stinky, harsh wind from far away, burning her eyes so bad she couldn't open them, tears streaming down.
It was terrifyingly dark here. Under the feeble light, she could even see a pile of bones nearby, sunk into uneven mud, impossible to tell if they were human or animal. Strange noises echoed by her ears from time to time.
Where was this...
Hiss...
It hurts so much...
Just as she was about to get up, Yimo Qiao collapsed right back into the foul mud, the uneven ground slippery and sticky.
Something seemed to be squirming nearby. Frightened, she backed away repeatedly, only then realizing her entire body had long been covered in filth, as if she had already merged with the waste here.
The stench made Yimo Qiao's head spin, completely drained of strength from hunger...
Covering her nose, she breathed heavily, taking a long time to regain clarity.
So Sichen Fleming had thrown her here after using her...
He lied to her.
These foreigners really couldn't be trusted. But since he had thrown her outside, she should be able to walk out on her own strength!
But where was this? It looked like a sewer?
Did Meyork City have sewers like this?
She had seen movies; she remembered Meyork City's sewers didn't look like this. Why was it different?
Logically, a place like this should have manholes.
With weak legs, she stood up, stumbling several times before finally finding a manhole cover.
However, the manhole cover here was extraordinarily firm. No matter how hard she tried, it didn't budge in the slightest.
Before long, she collapsed from physical exhaustion.
The girl quickly crawled up, forcing herself to stay calm.
Swept away by unknown sludge, Yimo Qiao tumbled further and further away...
Manhattan.
Inside an American-style conference room, CEO Lark was speaking animatedly.
Sichen Fleming leaned back in the main seat, sleeping soundly. Albert didn't wake him either, and no one else dared make a sound. They seemed to treat him like an invisible person, though Lark occasionally worried his voice might disturb his rest.
He had a dream. He dreamt of a girl.
He dreamt that he loved her more than life itself, but she didn't seem to love him back, or couldn't love him, constantly saying harsh words that hurt him.
Yet Sichen Fleming gripped her tightly, refusing to let go.
The girl stabbed his chest with a dagger, stroke after stroke, blood gushing out...
With every stab, her tears would fall, her expressionless face tinged with heartache.
She felt heartache! She really loved him after all!
His huge frame bent down, holding her small body in his arms. The security brought by the size gap, his solid, burning chest wrapped around her, suffocating yet warm.
This time he held her gently, not daring to exert fierce force like in the past...
The man's burning breath sprayed over her skin. He belonged exclusively to her...
"Sichen Fleming... let me go..." Her voice was helpless and reluctant, "I don't like you, not even a bit..."
Hearing this, Sichen Fleming felt a piercing pain in his heart, his blood rushing backward, his emotions manipulated by her...
She didn't know that this single "don't like you" hurt a thousand, ten thousand times more than that dagger.
He bled more and more. In the end, the girl couldn't bear it and tightly clutched his wound.
Crying and throwing a fit, completely at a loss.
Sichen Fleming could no longer restrain himself. He swiftly snatched the dagger, tossed it onto the ground, and fiercely welded her into his arms—
His large hand rested on her waist, his tall nose buried in her neck, terrified he wouldn't be able to coax her again.
In this instant, all pain and insecurity vanished...
His paranoid possessiveness finally understood in this moment—her mouth saying no while her heart loved!
"It doesn't matter, I love you," he whispered to her. "No matter what, I love you..."
Chasing to love her! Chasing to pamper her!
Loved her when pushed away! Loved her when she ran! Loved her when she tortured him! Loved her no matter what! Loved her with wild extremity!
As long as it was her!
He would risk his life—loving her to death!
Who was she?
The man couldn't see her face clearly...
He had never said "I love you" to any woman...
Sichen Fleming woke up abruptly, realizing it was only a dream.
Why did the heart-wrenching pain feel so real, as if he had truly loved in that dream...
The man looked down at the spot where the dagger had stabbed him in the dream. Right now, his heart was pounding violently, as if terrified of losing the girl from his dream.
Seeing the man in the main seat wake up, the powerful Wall Street tycoons and leaders from all sectors straightened their backs.
They all looked toward him with awe in their eyes, secretly guessing if they had disturbed his sleep.
"President..." Lark smiled apologetically. "Did we disturb your rest?"
"How long was I asleep?" Sichen Fleming recovered his thoughts, asking chillingly.
Lark checked his wristwatch: "Three hours."
"..." Sichen Fleming felt agitated by the dream, lowering his head to rub his temples.
Why did he have a dream like that?
Did that little thing die in the sewer and turn into a vengeful ghost to seek love from him?
Ridiculous!
How could he possibly love someone like that!
Faintly, he caught that delicate peach fragrance again. The scent reminded him of last night...
In an instant, his body shuddered. Just smelling it gave him a reaction.
Heh.
No wonder he had a dream like that.
Night.
To stop thinking about that dream and that night, Sichen Fleming drank until he was dead drunk.
Lark had specially arranged nearly a hundred curvaceous beauties, but the moment they entered the presidential suite, they were all blasted out.
Albert stroked his chin, walking out in confusion.
Lark stood aside nervously like a child who had done something wrong, bowing slightly with a smile: "Mr. Dayo, did the ones I picked not suit his taste?"
"Are there any Asian girls with long black hair?"
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