C8 We Did It!

As he suddenly realized, after drinking this young woman's blood, he felt no discomfort at all. It was a good sign. In that moment, he decided she was the one.

So, some things just happened naturally.

Yeming leaned forward. "Haven't you noticed anything strange about your body? Hmm?"

Zaozao hesitated. Of course, she knew. But right now, it felt like she had just escaped one danger only to fall into another. Yet, she didn't find herself disliking this man.

Yeming chuckled softly, almost mocking himself. It was his own carelessness, and admittedly, this woman was too enticing. At the time, he hadn't noticed anything unusual about her, so he drank her blood. Whatever was in her system had now affected him. Could he say he was now burning with desire?

"Don't come any closer. What are you planning to do?" Zaozao's voice trembled as she watched him approach.

"Little wildcat, it's too late."

Softness.

That was Yeming's first impression of Zaozao. The second was how sweet she was. He wasn't inexperienced with women, but before, it had only been about satisfying desires. Over time, even when his subordinates found women for him, he wasn't interested. If it was just about desire, there was no need for it.

Now, holding Zaozao in his arms, he felt an unexpected reluctance to let go.

Yeming had always been a bit of a neat freak. In the past, he would take every precaution, but this time, he didn’t bother with any. Being with the young woman, he felt an overwhelming desire to become one with her. Holding her wasn’t tight enough... not deep enough...

That night was a rebirth for Yeming, and for Zaozao, it was no different.

As morning arrived, the glass ceiling automatically shifted from clear to dark. The large room still held traces of the night’s intimacy. Zaozao instinctively turned over, her eyes slowly opening. Soreness was her first sensation, followed by flashes of explicit memories. She felt hurt. Pulling the blanket over her head, she curled up beneath it. She had struggled, but the man was too strong, leaving her in this state.

Last night, she was aware, yes, she had resisted. It wasn’t her fault, was it? She was trying to protect herself. But how could things turn out like this?

That man wasn’t Wensheng. Who was he? Was there a connection between him and Wensheng? Was her loss part of some outsider’s scheme? Suddenly pulling the blanket down, she glanced around the room. No one was there. The man was gone. Now was the perfect time to make her escape.

Chi Zaozao hurriedly searched for her clothes, but seriously, what kind of person was this? How long had it been since he'd been with a woman? She hadn't realized it while lying still, but as soon as she moved, her whole body ached, especially between her legs, which felt incredibly sore. Chi Zaozao glanced at the fabric in her hand. Seriously, could this even be called clothing? It was just a few tattered pieces of cloth. How intense had last night's events been?