"My God... wild, passionate. I knew it, women back home are full of flavor." Qiao Zimo looked at the pair of beauties before him and couldn't help praising them.
"Xiaoxue... Xiao—"
"Xiao what... Aren't you leaving yet? Have a death wish? Or do you want to fight Young Master Rong for a woman?" With a cold glare from Qiao Zimo, Fang Zhou was too scared to say another half-word. He rubbed his nose and slinked away in disgrace.
Fang Zhou didn't recognize Qiao Zimo, but Rong Che... no one in City C was unfamiliar with him. Even if Fang Zhou were given two sets of guts, he wouldn't dare snatch someone from Rong Che's hands.
"Xiaoxue, you're on your own."
...
"Dammit."
Rong Che's dark eyes widened as he lowered his head to stare at the woman dancing pressed against him. Was this really the conventional, even somewhat rigid An Ruoxue he knew?
A fiery red dress fluttered with the music, and her slender, beautiful legs wrapped around his like a water snake.
Her arms were looped around Rong Che's neck, and her exquisite, curvy, fiery body danced against him to the explosive beat...
The scorching passion was bewitching enough to leave the men present breathless.
"Damn woman," Rong Che cursed in a low voice with a cold face. His deep-as-the-sea eyes suddenly narrowed, and the look he gave An Ruoxue involuntarily grew several degrees hotter.
"Dance, Zhouzhou, you dance too."
An Ruoxue tugged at Rong Che's hand, rubbing against him like a little stray kitten, her voice laced with intoxication and sexy allure.
"Dammit."
This woman An Ruoxue was actually so uninhibited in private. The more Rong Che thought about it, the more irritated he felt.
"Hehe, your lips are so pretty, just the right shape for kissing."
As she spoke, An Ruoxue grabbed Rong Che's clothes with her slender fingers, stood on tiptoe, and proactively kissed him with lips reeking of alcohol.
"Mmph..."
"Tsk tsk tsk, this woman kissed Young Master Rong, and the young master actually didn't push her away?" Outside the dance floor, Qiao Zimo flashed his charming peach-blossom eyes, looking thoughtfully at Rong Che and An Ruoxue in the middle of the dance floor.
"Mmph, Zhouzhou, your mouth is like a cooling peppermint candy. Good, delicious, I like it, hehe."
As she spoke, An Ruoxue stuck out her pink little tongue like a playful little rabbit, licked her own lips, and raised her small face to gaze at Rong Che with intoxicated, misty eyes.
"Mmph, mmm, delicious."
"Damn woman." The large hand with which Rong Che was gripping An Ruoxue's wrist tightened. When this woman was kissing him, she was actually thinking of another man.
"Daring to think of another man in front of this young master, An Ruoxue, do you have a death wish?" Rong Che's murderous eyes glared fiercely at An Ruoxue.
This was a provocation to Young Master Rong's masculine dignity and could not be forgiven.
"Zhouzhou, you bad guy, you're scaring me. But I... I'm not afraid of you, heehee." An Ruoxue looped her arms around Rong Che's arm, acting like a meek little sheep coquetting with him.
The colorful neon lights shone on An Ruoxue's white-and-ruddy face. The charming smile at the corner of her mouth as she acted spoiled instantly captivated Rong Che's obsidian-like, brilliant eyes.
"Put me down, I want to get down." An Ruoxue flailed her arms, thud, thud, wildly beating her hands against Rong Che's back.
"I want to drink." An Ruoxue tossed and turned restlessly, having been hauled out of the bar by Rong Che.
"Shut up."
Rong Che roared angrily, followed by a smack on An Ruoxue's bottom.
"Wuwuwu... Zhouzhou, you, you hit me." Her head clear, yet still muddled, An Ruoxue still mistook Rong Che for her best friend Fang Zhou.
She slumped over Rong Che's shoulder, sobbing sorrowfully like a little cat. Warm tears fell onto Rong Che's shoulder, dampening his shirt.
Hearing the woman's pitiful, whimpering cries in his ear, Rong Che's heart inexplicably softened for a second.
"Ah-woof—"
"Damn woman, are you part dog?" This woman actually bit him again. This was already the second time today; her nerve was really growing.
"Bang bang bang..." Rong Che raised his hand and dealt several slaps to An Ruoxue's bottom, then shoved her entire body into the car.
An Ruoxue was left dizzy from being tossed in. Just as she struggled to sit up, she was once again pressed down into the passenger seat by Rong Che's powerful hand and strapped in with the seatbelt.
"Mmph... ah, let me go."
In exasperation, Rong Che grabbed An Ruoxue's fair, smooth chin: "Damn woman, stop acting up."
A fierce, angry reprimand washed over her, and An Ruoxue shrank back nervously, sniffing her slightly reddened nose.
"Wuwu..."
"Don't cry. Swallow it back."
Uh... Rong Che's scolding expression was too fierce and terrifying. An Ruoxue was startled into stillness, looking at him with doe-like, naive eyes, her mouth pressed tightly shut, not daring to cry anymore.
Rong Che's icy dark eyes gave An Ruoxue a displeased glare, then he flung the car door shut, strode around the front of the car with his straight, long legs in two steps, and got in.
The blue Lamborghini sports car sped down the dark night road like a blue flash.
After An Ruoxue quieted down for a few minutes, the residual alcohol molecules in her body rapidly invaded her cerebral cortex.
She turned her face, her charming, bewildered clear eyes staring fixedly at Rong Che as he drove.
"Zhouzhou, you look so handsome today." An Ruoxue blinked her large, hazy eyes: "The way you look today is like, like... Rong Che."
"Hahahaha, Rong Che."
An Ruoxue giggled and called out Rong Che's name, her gaze softening as she looked at him.
"Mwah..." Suddenly, An Ruoxue leaned forward, her red lips kissing Rong Che's cheek.
"An Ruoxue, you woman..." Rong Che glanced sideways, his fierce gaze locked tightly on An Ruoxue.
An Ruoxue right now was hot as fire, proactively teasing, constantly challenging his bottom line as a man.
"Don't glare at me, I'll sing you a song, heehee." As she spoke, An Ruoxue reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt and suddenly stood up from her seat.
"An Ruoxue, you lunatic, sit your ass down!"
Rong Che was stunned by this woman's craziness, and he instinctively slowed the car down.
"Two little bees flying among the flowers, flying... flying..."
An Ruoxue stood up clutching the car window, the night wind blowing in her face, wantonly teasing her raven-black hair, as smooth as silk.
In the dark night, she looked very much like a beautiful flame elf, her red dress appearing exceptionally striking in the pitch-black night.
"Little bee, fly, fly, hahahahaha."
Rong Che raised his gaze, his icy dark eyes watching the childlike, innocent, and brilliant smile on An Ruoxue's face.
For this second, he was somewhat mesmerized, his gaze locked onto An Ruoxue, unable to look away.
"Damn woman, do you want to die? Sit down." Regaining his senses, Rong Che reached out and gave An Ruoxue a hard tug. Losing her balance, An Ruoxue tumbled right into Rong Che's lap.
"Let... me go, let go."
Unwilling to be restrained, An Ruoxue twisted her body and kept struggling, her unconscious thrashing having a very simple purpose: to escape Rong Che's confinement.