Yaoyao couldn't care less about the man's terrifying words anymore. All she wanted was to escape his terrifying grasp.
In a moment of distraction, the man suddenly spun her around. "Ugh..." She instinctively covered herself with her hands, tears flowing freely.
"Damn, that's the exact response I wanted," the man said, enjoying her helplessness, rather than feeling any sympathy.
With a powerful hand, he forced her hands apart.
On the verge of exposure, she begged softly, "B-big brother, I... I have 'nothing,' it's not fun, please go serve someone else, okay?"
She didn't mean it that way, but to the man, it sounded like an invitation. He had grown bored of the countless women who threw themselves at him, but this fresh challenge... he was eager to try. "As your male attendant, my job is to serve women like you, with 'nothing'." He smirked, pulling away the last piece of her cover.
"Ugh..." Yaoyao closed her eyes in despair.
His long fingers slowly moved down her body. The more she trembled, the more intense it became.
"No..." As the man's hand got closer...
Yaoyao's heart raced, her lips parting in nervous, helpless sounds.
"Heh." Seeing her panic, the man smiled wickedly and deliberately moved away.
Whoosh... Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief. But in an instant, a chill ran through her, a sensation like never before.
Opening her eyes, she looked down, and to her horror, the man...
"No... mm, don't kiss me!" She pushed against his head, her face flushing a deep red.
"Hmph? You're such a hypocrite..." The man raised his head slightly, his eyes scanning her with a wicked grin, his fingers deliberately tormenting her.
"Mm..." She didn't know what to feel, only that she was overwhelmed with shame and humiliation.
"Hey, hey, little thing, you're already getting into it so quickly, aren't you? You'll be begging for more soon." He gave a mocking warning, then lowered his head again to kiss her lightly.
"Please, stop! Don't continue!" As she spoke, she could feel the man stop.
Was he finally going to let her go? She glanced at him cautiously.
At that moment, his deep gaze was fixed on a deep scar on her left shoulder. His expression was different now, like a wolf about to strike.
Why was he looking at the scar on her shoulder like that?
"You..."
"Boss Yu," just as the man was about to speak, one of his subordinates suddenly entered, interrupting the conversation.
"Boss... Yu?" Hearing that name, it felt like a thunderclap hit Yaoyao.
She looked at the man in fear...
He... he... he's Yu Aotian?!