When Lin Muchen arrived at the hotel, the entire place was plunged into darkness.
Lin Muchen froze.
What was going on?
Could the entire hotel have lost power?
But this was perfect, she wouldn't have to find the room card!
Given Feng Yuting's status, his room would undoubtedly be the presidential suite on the highest floor.
She struggled to climb the stairs.
Exhausted and panting, she lay on the bed, waiting for the drugged Feng Yuting to arrive.
But she waited and waited, and the person never came.
Meanwhile, Lin Muchen herself felt a heavy wave of fatigue wash over her.
Anyone would be dog-tired after climbing fifty flights of stairs!
Then Lin Muchen, completely exhausted, fell asleep.
She didn't even hear the system's repeated calls, and therefore missed its warnings.
"Host, a dangerous individual is approaching the host, you're doomed this time, Host! Run! Run!"
When Lin Muchen awoke, she wasn't in the hotel's presidential suite but in the villa's basement.
She looked up dazedly, her breathing rapid.
This is...
You...
In the pitch-blackness, she could only vaguely make out a shadowy figure standing opposite her.
This person turned to look at Lin Muchen!
His eyes were bloodshot! His handsome and beautiful face was filled with chilling murderous intent!
Lin Muchen felt her heart rate surge, and she couldn't help but murmur.
You...
Are Qianhe's younger brother.
And now, this delicate and beautiful boy stood gloomily opposite Lin Muchen.
Lin Muchen's heart sank. Four words came to her mind.
The situation is dire.
It's all over.
She tilted her head up, attempting to struggle and explain herself again.
Ling Qianhe, it's not what you think...
Ling Qianhe walked step by step towards her.
He leaned close to Lin Muchen's face, and then Lin Muchen heard his cold laugh escape his lips.
"It's not what I think..."
Lin Muchen, what do you think I think?
Lin Muchen stared blankly at Ling Qianhe's lips.
The young man's lips were like the most fragile flowers.
But now, he gripped Lin Muchen's chin, pressing his lips against her forehead. She heard his voice, deep and low, like a demonic whisper from hell.
"Lin Muchen."
"I told you, don't even think about leaving me."
"Lin Muchen, even if it means destroying you."
"I won't let you be with anyone else."
His words were chilling.
Lin Muchen shivered, attempting to salvage the situation.
"I'm not the promiscuous woman you think I am..."
But the young man opposite her reached out and held her shoulders and chin.
His eyes were so beautiful, narrow phoenix eyes with thick, dense lashes. When he looked at her, there was only fervent obsession in his eyes.
"Even if it means going to hell,"
"Lin Muchen, I want you by my side."
"Ahhh..." Lin Muchen gasped.
Ling Qianhe was too strong.
Her shoulder ached, feeling as if her bones were about to crack.
The young man still gripped her body tightly.
He lowered his head and bit Lin Muchen's shoulder with his canine teeth.
"Does it hurt?"
"I want you to remember this feeling."
"It's right that it hurts."
"I want you to hurt for me, always, don't think about leaving!"
He leaned down.
Then Lin Muchen was picked up by him, her slender legs clamping around his waist.
Her cheeks flushed crimson as he tightly gripped her chin and leaned down fiercely to kiss her lips!
He lingered on her lips, and Lin Muchen, with flushed cheeks, looked at him. The scent of mint and tobacco from Qianhe's younger brother enveloped her.
She bit her lip, her eyes dazed.
"You..."
She heard his light chuckle by her ear, devoid of any emotion!
"Can't handle this yet?"
"There are still many, many nights waiting for you!"