In the middle of the night, the corridor seemed endless. Luo Xintong, who was donning high heels, walked haphazardly with intermittent footsteps echoing behind her.
Upon spotting a slightly ajar door, she darted in immediately.
Her frail figure leaned tightly against the door, her heavy breathing and beads of sweat trickling down her forehead implicitly portrayed her abnormal physical condition.
It was undoubtedly unusual for Luo Xintong to appear in this unfamiliar place at this hour.
She felt uncomfortably feverish, and the next second, a hint of gloominess shadowed her face.
Being a regular patron across different bars, Miss Luo vaguely deduced the substance wreaking havoc within her body. She subconsciously bit her lower lip, not anticipating the extraordinary strength of the drug. Just after a short span of running, she felt as though her head was about to explode.
Thereafter, a towering figure appeared behind her. Intuitively, Luo Xintong sensed danger. As she abruptly turned, confronting a pair of jet-black eyes, she barely had time to collect her thoughts; however, she felt a vague sense of familiarity.
The man was dressed casually in a white shirt, his top buttons undone. His breathtakingly handsome face was inexplicably alluring at this moment.
She involuntarily licked her lips, as if the man before her was her prey.
In the instant their eyes crossed, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist: "How did you get in here!"
No one knew he was back in the south city. Though he vaguely remembered the woman who dared barge into his territory, she broke into a smile, "Aren't you the one from Luan City... Mu, Mu what... Ting?"
The first time Mu Yuting encountered her, she was only sixteen years old. A real beauty brought to Luan City by her grandfather...
However, before Mu Yuting could delve into his memories, the woman in front of him suddenly pounced forward, toppling him onto the couch behind.
"You get up!"
Mu Yuting was slightly aggravated. No one had ever dared to invade his territory so brazenly. Yet, this little woman did it for the second time and even dared to lay her hands on him at first encounter.
Over the past few years, he had been engrossed in his work, constantly rejecting women who threw themselves at him. His refusal to acknowledge his desires led those around him to question his orientation.
However, today, he had bumped into this little lady. It's often said that women are delicate as water, yet this woman's body was unexpectedly soft…
Her name, Luo Xintong, was indifferent to his cursing.
Mu Yuting was about to throw her out, restraining her hands and feet. Nobody who had intruded on his territory could be spared. Yet at that moment, the girl proved her surprising strength, managing to grip his wrist in return and bent over to kiss his lips the following second.
She was still as fierce as ever, just expressing it in a new way.
Suddenly, he was caught up in an unusual feeling, a sensation that swept through his entire being. It was the first time he'd experienced such an intense reaction to a woman, and he surprised himself.
Had this young lady come of age? He calculated that she must be approaching the right age.
An idea he had never had before stormed into his mind. Mu Yuting flipped over, and the little woman beneath him gave nothing more than a kiss before showing a hint of dissatisfaction. As their breaths entwined, the air in the room was filled with an unimaginable and sultry ambiance.
Her once-close-fitting cocktail dress was disheveled due to their struggle, allowing his gaze to delve even deeper.