Once? Not enough

Chapter 4 ： Take it off. Hurry up

Amy blushed instantly.

Her head buzzed and her body began to freeze.

She didn't expect that the man on the phone who seemed so fierce actually looked so gentle and clean. Just standing there simply, he was so handsome that it was hard to take one's eyes off him. However, the cold and detached aura around him made her not dare to approach.

He seemed to have just finished taking a bath. His short hair was still a little wet, and his eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a bit of coldness and laziness.

Amy nodded with a red face and said, "It's me."

"Follow me."

The man spat out these two words and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Amy stood up uneasily, her head buzzing as she followed.

...

Here was designed as an upscale apartment with two units per staircase. Once out of the elevator, Evan unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

"Click", he pulled the door open, and his voice was a bit casual.

"Come in."

Amy gulped and carefully stepped inside.

For her, the room was very large, probably about two hundred square feet or so. The interior furnishings were simple, with very single grey and white tones, and the details revealed a low-key and reserved taste. It was said that the houses here were extremely expensive, and the people who lived here were all high-end talents. Judging from the luxurious facilities in the downstairs lobby, ordinary people didn't know how many years it would take to be able to afford it.

Amy stood at the entrance hall, cowering like a little mouse.

Evan closed the door, pulled open the cabinet in the foyer and threw her a pair of disposable slippers. Amy obediently took off her shoes and put her feet in them.

Walking to the living room, the man sat on the sofa, his body slightly leaning back, his legs crossed, in a very lazy and casual sitting posture.

His deep eyes looked up and down at her body, with undisguised and blunt inquiry. Amy felt like an item to be valued for slaughter.

If the man didn't speak, she didn't dare to move freely.

She stood honestly in the living room with her head hung low.

Until the man spat out three words.

"Take off your pants."

What?

Amy stiffened.

"Don't you know what an inspection is?" Evan raised his eyes to look at her. "If you don't test it, how do you know if you're a virgin or not."

Amy bit her lip, her body filled with an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

Her hands were on her belt, and she couldn't stop trembling.

Her head was a mess, buzzing, and she couldn't make much noise, but she felt her head was deafening.

Evan's gaze was on her, his pupils were dark and penetrating, and he even changed his position, staring at her every movement in that blunt and casual way.

Amy's heart was pounding wildly, her face was hot and burning, it seemed like all the blood in her body was rushing to her head, and her hands were rubbing restlessly.

Evan, playing with his water glass, opened his mouth to tell her about the procedure.

"After the egg retrieval, you will have to bear discomforts such as abdominal distension, nausea and vomiting, enlarged ovaries, and difficulty in breathing. The worst case is contracting infectious diseases such as hepatitis B, syphilis, and AIDS. But as a college student of University A, you should know better than me, so I don't need to remind you?"

Amy's face turned white as a sheet.

Her hands shook even more.

"Take it off. Hurry up. I'm in a hurry."

Evan set his water glass on the coffee table with a thud, his emotions unfathomable.

Amy's hand clenched twice on her belt, holding on to the clasp for too long to let go.

In the next second, she suddenly shrank back, "I'm backing out. I'm sorry. I'm leaving."

She panicked and twisted her head to run outside, trembling and pulling on the door handle, but she couldn't open it.

The door wasn't locked.

Amy's heart was in her throat.

At that moment, Evan slowly approached her, his body long and tall, and effortlessly pressed her against the back of the door.

He kept approaching, his handsome face less than a centimeter away from hers, signalling his strong sense of oppression.

"Want to back out? It's too late."

"You said you would sell, and you said you wouldn't sell. How can something be so casual in this world?"