C7 No One Can Touch My Woman

When Wen Shishi went to the pharmacy, she showed the list of medicines and, after receiving the bill, she understood why Sun Sijing did not buy them and why Mr. Sniper gave her money.

The cost of imported anti-rejection drugs, needed after surgery, was over a hundred thousand, and that was only for one week.

"Miss Wen?" Seeing her stunned, the staff at the tolling office called her out, "Do you still want the medicine?"

Wen Shishi nodded and handed the card. "Yes, of course."

It was past eight o'clock in the evening when she finished arranging her uncle's meals and daily routine.

She took the subway back to the hotel, and when she checked the clock in the lobby — it was 8: 50 p.m.

There were still ten minutes until the time set by Mr. Sniper.

If the last time she walked into the wrong room and had a relationship with Mr. Sniper by accident, this time, she stepped into room 2307 voluntarily and completely aware.

Grabbing the door handle, her hand trembled uncontrollably.

"Are you here? Come in, is unlocked."

Perhaps hearing her movements, Mr. Sniper called out to her from the room.

Wen Shishi took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and walked in.

The room was unexpectedly dark.

The window was open, and the light from the outside outlined the silhouette of a tall man.

He stood by the window with his back to Wen Shishi. He held a goblet, and she could see there was still some red wine inside.

Is that him?

Wen Shishi's every step carried the heaviness and uncertainty of her future.

She already had the most intimate contact with this man, but she didn't even know what he looked like.

Ironically, she had earned six million for one night.

Wen Shishi laughed self-deprecatingly. Her dignity seemed to have sold for a pretty good price.

Her hand had already touched the light switch on the wall, but she hesitated, not knowing if turning on the lights would disrupt Mr. Sniper's habit.

"Hello, Mr. Sniper. It's me."

He raised his hand, stopping her words, and leisurely took a sip of red wine, his voice lazy and magnetic: “Do you want a drink? I had it shipped from France today.

Wen Shishi gently rejected. "Thank you. I don't drink."

"Is that so?" Mr. Sniper chuckled, "If you don't drink, how did you sleep with me last night?"

Wen Shishi's face flushed. Although she drank some wine yesterday, the memories that made her blush and her heart beat faster were hard to forget.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry, but I'm willing to make up for it."

"Alright, then Miss Wen Shishi, how do you want to make it up to me?"

Wen Shishi was stunned. "You know my name?"

She regretted her words instantly. From his words and actions, she could tell that Mr. Sniper was definitely an extraordinary person, and it would be a piece of cake if he wanted to investigate her background.

Mr. Sniper did not answer; he only said, "I know you better than you think."

This man radiated an invisible pressure. Even though he didn't say anything serious, Wen Shishi was still shaking uncontrollably.

She clasped her hands in front of her, her knuckles white.

"Anyway, Mr. Sniper, I want to thank you. If it weren't for the money you gave me, my uncle might not have survived today."

"Alright." Mr. Sniper didn't seem to care.

Wen Shishi exhaled slowly, revealing her doubts: "Still, I don't quite understand, why me? Considering your condition, there will be many young and beautiful girls around you, while I ..."

She was just a woman rejected by her mother-in-law and her husband because she could not have children.

She couldn't understand why Mr. Sniper was willing to spend so much money on her.

"Wen Shishi." His voice was much more serious than before. "What I do, what woman I choose, it's my business. I have no obligation to explain and report this to you."

Taken aback, she bit her lips and nodded. "I'm sorry, I understand."

"You sure you don't want a drink?"

She shook her head. "No."

Mr. Sniper chuckled. He stepped slowly towards her in the dark and stopped in front of her. Wen Shishi noticed that his upper body was moist and bare, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. It looked like he just got out of the shower.

He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Shall we start directly?"

Wen Shishi reflexively took a step back, avoiding the kiss he wanted to place on her forehead: "Mr. Sniper, I'm not divorced yet."

"Is it important?"

"Can you wait for me to finish my divorce?" Wen Shishi closed her eyes, not daring to look at him. With a deep frown, she asked, "Will you?"

A pair of large, hot hands grabbed her shoulders, and his voice was just above her head, sounding very close: “Your husband cheated on you with your cousin, and they teamed up to kick you out of the house. Are you still going to keep your integrity to him?"

Wen Shishi didn't know how to reply.

The sniper's strength was amazing. As she hesitated, he was already holding her tightly with one hand, and with his other, he lifted her chin and kissed her lips lightly.

The faint scent of alcohol on his body made Wen Shishi dizzy for a moment.

His arms were strong, but the kiss was gentle and restrained. He was holding her tightly, pressing her against his chest. His kiss was light as a feather but still possessive.

"Shishi, you've already agreed to my conditions."

She snorted, neither agreeing nor rejecting.

"The moment you promised me, the agreement between us has taken effect, and now you are mine."

Wen Shishi's palm was resting on his broad, powerful chest, and she could feel his heartbeat.

In the dark, she could not see his face clearly.

However, she could feel that this man was tall and slender, with a well-proportioned body. She could also feel his breathing getting heavy.

"At least let me know who exactly are you?"

"You will know, but not now." Mr. Sniper's kiss intensified a bit, moving to the corner of her mouth and the small wound on it. "Sorry, I was careless last night. I bit you."

His breath was too hot, and Wen Shishi felt dizzy and gradually lost her strength to struggle. With the last bit of rationality, she asked, "If I don't know who you are, how am I supposed to fulfill our contract? What if I confuse someone else with you? It wouldn't be good."

"That won't happen," The sniper's voice was bewitching: "I'll personally watch over my woman; no one will touch you."