"What?"
"Holy crap!"
"What's going on here?"
The trio who were about to ask for money stared, dumbfounded.
"Hey! Hey! Lend us some money?" Ye Ming waved at the three stunned individuals.
"I..."
The peroxide-haired youth tried to find words to describe the situation. But after a long silence, he found himself speechless.
It seemed that education was still important.
Otherwise, even robbing someone was difficult.
"Damn it, brother, you're a tough one."
In the end, the peroxide-haired youth could only utter a "damn it" to express his current feelings.
"Boss, should we give him some?" Red-haired asked at this point.
"I..."
The peroxide-haired youth felt utterly lost for words.
How was he supposed to lead this teammate?
"If I were you, I would..."
Before Ye Ming could finish speaking, a fiery figure emerged from Zui Hong Chen behind him.
Ye Ming sensed it and turned his head, seeing the alluring figure in a rose-red qipao.
She was still as beautiful, as enchanting. With every movement, every smile, she seemed to possess an endless allure that drew people in.
This!
This was Ji Hongying.
"Sister Hong, the person you asked for!"
At this moment, the three ruffians respectfully walked up to Ji Hongying.
"Oh! I didn't expect those three to be your people." Seeing the situation, Ye Ming was somewhat surprised.
"There's no other way! Sister was afraid you wouldn't know anyone when you arrived, so she sent people to keep watch!" Ji Hongying gestured to the three, and they retreated.
"Oh! What if I never came?"
Ye Ming stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Ji Hongying.
Instead of flinching, Ji Hongying also stepped forward, accelerating their approach.
"If you didn't come, Sister would have to spend the night alone in an empty room!" Ji Hongying said with a smile as she walked.
A moment later, their distance had narrowed to almost nothing. If Ye Ming took another step, they might experience a non-elastic collision.
But in the end, both sides stopped tacitly.
Yet, even so, their proximity allowed them to feel the heat from each other's breaths.
Ye Ming felt the woman's unique scent and Ji Hongying's distinct charm. Combined, Ye Ming felt an unnamable fire burning within him, a desire to consume the woman before him.
Ji Hongying, on the other hand, had flushed cheeks. Especially upon sensing Ye Ming's potent pure yang energy and an unknown mystery about him, her body seemed to yearn to break free from her control and melt into his embrace.
Fortunately, both managed to restrain themselves.
But neither wanted to back down.
Ji Hongying placed her delicate hand on Ye Ming's sturdy chest, her breath warm as she whispered, "Since you're here, aren't you going to accompany Sister for a while?"
Feeling Ji Hongying's provocation, Ye Ming was not to be outdone. He reciprocated by wrapping his arm around her slender waist and looking into her eyes, "Alright!"
And so, they entered Zui Hong Chen.
Inside Zui Hong Chen, the atmosphere was indeed lively.
Men and women in various attire were laughing and chatting, toasting each other, and thoroughly enjoying themselves.
However, the scene in Zui Hong Chen was not as chaotic as outside bars; everything was orderly, and no one exhibited excessive behavior.
This was quite unusual.
But when everyone saw Ji Hongying enter Zui Hong Chen with a strange man holding her by the waist, their mouths seemed to be stuffed with eggs, their faces filled with shock.
The scene fell silent.
No one present was unaware that Ji Hongying was a rose with thorns. Those who had any ill intentions towards her invariably ended up at the bottom of the river or their bodies dumped in the wilderness.
Yet, now, someone could hold her in his arms. And Ji Hongying seemed to have no objection.
She even appeared somewhat docile.
This...
This was somewhat disruptive to their perception of Ji Hongying.
It wasn't until the two went upstairs that the crowd slowly came back to their senses.
"Holy crap! Did I see that right?"
"Is... is that still the poisonous rose?"
"Awesome! Putting everything else aside, I'll toast that guy."
"Does anyone know who that man is?"
"I don't recognize him! But doesn't he look a little familiar?"
"I have the same feeling."
...
The top floor of Zui Hong Chen was Ji Hongying's private space.
Currently, Ji Hongying was sitting on Ye Ming's lap on the sofa, her hands around his neck, the atmosphere thick with unspoken intimacy.
"How do you like the private space Sister prepared for you?" Ji Hongying's warm breath caressed Ye Ming's ear.
Feeling the incredible elasticity of Ji Hongying's hips and the warmth radiating through the fabric, Ye Ming couldn't help but admire her.
She was truly a tormenting enchantress.
"Of course, I'm satisfied. But what do you want by bringing me here?" Ye Ming asked, restraining his desires, his gaze fixed on Ji Hongying's delicate earlobe.
"Of course, it's whatever you want to do!" Ji Hongying continued to tease, shifting her body slightly, allowing Ye Ming to feel her soft curves in multiple places.
Ji Hongying played so provocatively, seemingly unconcerned about being consumed by the fire.
"Hiss!"
Ye Ming gasped sharply. In that instant, he had almost lost control.
But faced with Ji Hongying's provocations, how could Ye Ming let her run wild?
He flipped over, throwing Ji Hongying onto the sofa, and then pounced on her, pinning her beneath him.
At this moment, Ye Ming's eyes held a hint of madness as he stared intently at Ji Hongying, his voice hoarse, "Be careful not to play with fire and get burned!"
Feeling the pressure from all sides, a flicker of panic flashed in Ji Hongying's eyes. But she quickly masked it.
Some things, she couldn't escape.
"Then burn me!"
Ji Hongying said, ignoring Ye Ming's warning and tilting her head upward abruptly.
Catching Ye Ming off guard, their lips met.
Finally, at this moment, Ji Hongying succeeded in igniting the flames of Ye Ming's uncontrolled desire.
"Mmm!"
Ye Ming no longer suppressed his desires. Embracing Ji Hongying, their mouths intertwined, everything becoming a whirlwind of passion.
Before long, Ji Hongying's qipao began to slip, and her proud breasts were compressed by Ye Ming into various irregular shapes.
Finally, as Ye Ming was about to venture into forbidden territory, Ji Hongying's body trembled subtly. At this point, she was clenching her teeth tightly, and tears had welled up in her eyes at some unknown moment, glistening like fine pearls.
This sight made the already unrestrained Ye Ming snap back to reality, his eyes gradually clearing.
Looking at the woman struggling beneath him, Ye Ming suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
"Why?" Ye Ming stopped his actions, his voice low.
Hearing this, Ji Hongying looked directly at Ye Ming. Her eyes devoid of emotion, she said, "I hope you'll continue."
This sudden shift left Ye Ming flustered.
He remained silent, got up, covered Ji Hongying with her scattered qipao, and then, with his back to her, said in a deep voice, "Calm down first. We'll talk properly next time."
With that, Ye Ming left the room.
After Ye Ming departed, Ji Hongying gazed at the bright light of the ceiling. The reflections of tears in her eyes blurred her vision.
Finally, she couldn't hold back. A faint sob echoed in the air as two streams of tears, like fine pearls, cascaded down. She curled into a ball, hugged her knees, and buried her head within them.
At this moment, Ji Hongying felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness.