Heat...
Meng Wan was completely feverish, unbearable heat seeped from her pores, devouring her rationality.
Her consciousness gradually scattered.
Her naked body brushed against a cold skin, and she couldn't help but cling to it.
The other party was taken aback, and the next second, their body sank.
Pain swept over her accompanied by pleasure!
All night, she was like a boat adrift, sinking and floating, searching for the other shore.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Wan regained consciousness, and her body felt as though it had been ground down, aching all over.
Her memory gradually returned, and she rubbed her somewhat painful head.
She was drugged, and Luo Qingqing, the illegitimate daughter her father brought home, had plotted against her. The adversary had even arranged for several brawny men and installed cameras in the room, intending to ruin her reputation!
In her panic, she ran into the seventeenth ward designated for the young club masters to receive guests, and in a daze, she ended up sleeping with a man…
At this memory, Meng Wan paused, could it be, she had slept with a young master?
Suddenly, the sound of droplets striking the ground echoed in her ears.
She looked back and saw a semi-obscure figure in the glass door of the bathroom, causing her to abruptly sit up.
The bathroom door opened, and Huo Hanting, with his long and powerful legs, stepped out of the bathroom, treading on water stains.
His hair was slightly wet, holding a towel in his hand, he was drying his hair.
Around his waist, a white towel was wrapped, covering the vital parts.
Seeing Meng Wan staring at him after she woke up, Huo Hanting's voice was indifferent but slightly husky, "Awake?"
This question pulled Meng Wan back to her senses. She immediately went back to her bed, clutching a corner of her quilt and using it to cover her body.
"What's happened, has happened. If you're willing, I can marry you," Huo Hanting’s voice remained indifferent, slightly patronizing.
Upon hearing Huo Hanting's words, Meng Wan bombed out for a while.
She had slept with a rich young man, and now, he wanted to marry her?
Meng Wan didn't look down on this kind of flesh and blood business, but if she were to marry such a man, she really couldn't.
Last night's event, she could easily treat as a moment of indulgence…
"There's no need to marry me, just tell me how much money you want." Saying that, Meng Wan turned around to search for her purse.
"How much money?" Huo Hanting replied with a cold smile, "Can you afford it?"
The business tie-up that he had discussed with the financial tycoon from 'M' country last night, involved funds no less than several billion, this little woman seems to have a big mouth.
Meng Wan clenched her lips tightly, Huo Hanting was definitely an attractive man, seeing his confidence, could he be the top gigolo of this club?
The price of a top gigolo seemed to be a bit higher than that of a normal young master…
While Meng Wan was thinking, Huo Hanting timely retracted his cold expression, picked up a paper and pen from the table and wrote down a contact number: "You can think about it when you have the time, give me a call when you've decided."
Meng Wan took the note, which only contained a string of phone numbers without even a call sign.
Before she could say anything else, Huo Hantian had already left the room and closed the door behind him.
In the large room, Meng Wan was left alone, sitting on the bed, still holding the note that Huo Hantian gave her.
He hadn’t asked her for any money. Could it be that this "Duck King" was genuinely intending to mend his ways?
But she didn't want to be anyone’s fallback!
Twenty minutes later, Meng Wan came out of the club.
She wrapped her coat around herself tightly against the chilly air and walked toward the roadside to hail a taxi in her high heels.
Suddenly, a Rolls-Royce whizzed past her and pulled up at the entrance of the club.
A stylish beauty with large curls got out of the car.
A luxury car and a beautiful woman, an eyecatching combination.
Meng Wan instinctively glanced in their direction.