C64 Dont Move Ill Help You Pull the Zipper!

Ye Yuvyuv turned away coldly, unwilling to look at the filth inside the room any longer. The scene made her nauseous, and her heart felt chilled. Xiaotao had brought this upon herself and wasn't worth saving. She chose her own path, and if she hadn't been greedy for things she shouldn't have, following a wicked master to harm others, this tragic situation wouldn't have befallen her tonight.

Ye Yuvyuv felt a chill all around her, without a hint of guilt in her heart. From Huang San's words, she was sure that the assassination on the train a few days ago and her own kidnapping and auction at the underground market were all connected to Xiaotao and her wicked master.

Hmph, when evildoers commit evil deeds, they must face the consequences. Xiaotao didn't deserve any sympathy. In a past life, she had ambitions of climbing into her father's bed, dreaming of becoming someone important, a maid with aspirations higher than the sky. It was likely that the beginning of the Ye family's tragedy in that past life couldn't be separated from Xiaotao's role as an accomplice.

After all, Xiaotao's wicked master always needed a trusted aide for their schemes, right? Ye Yuvyuv's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, but soon her brow furrowed in confusion. She wondered, "Logically, after being used and betraying her master recently, that master shouldn't trust her anymore. So why?"

"Man, she's something else, soft as a delicate lady. No wonder that old hag said giving you to me wouldn't be a loss. Tsk, tsk, after losing so many brothers, using you to pay the debt seems fair. Tonight, I'm going to make the most of it. Come on, don't just lie there like a corpse. Scream for me, louder, come on..."

A cold wind blew through the slightly ajar door of the small cabin, carrying Huang San's string of vile shouts. Mixed with his twisted voice and the sound of slaps, Xiaotao's broken cries could be heard from within.

The sound from the small room quickly answered the question in Yuvyuv's mind.

Look at Xiaotao, thinking she's so clever, only to dig her own grave. Indeed, people who think they're too smart often end up harming themselves and others.

Yuvyuv didn't want to stay any longer. She quickened her pace, eager to leave this revolting place, feeling a growing dislike for the owner of the establishment. This owner, in pursuit of profit, had built these small rooms on the top floor, with intentions that were all too clear.

He deliberately lured those self-important young heirs and heiresses from wealthy families. Once they were drunk and reckless, they'd head to the top floor for some mischief.

Ugh! This is what the much-talked-about new generation of young people has learned from their time abroad—how to be as scandalous as the foreigners.

Yuvyuv's eyes flashed with disgust. She quickly retraced her steps back to the third-floor hall. By now, the masquerade ball in the hall had already begun. The lights were intentionally dimmed, and everyone, regardless of gender, wore masks, playing any role they wished, seeking mystery and excitement.

After all, you didn't know what the person across from you looked like or what they were thinking, but they were having a blast. These young people who studied abroad were all about the thrill.

Yuvyuv, with a large handbag, skillfully weaved through the elegantly dressed guests. She slipped into the restroom and put on the dress Merly had given her. However, she struggled with the zipper at the back, unable to reach it despite several attempts, feeling a bit frustrated.

She thought about the trap set for her outside, calculating that it should be starting soon.

As she was about to leave the house, she deliberately whispered to a certain woman that she planned to attend the masquerade ball tonight. She also expressed her desire to go alone, leaving her older sister behind, claiming she didn't want her sister's gentle demeanor to overshadow her own moment in the spotlight.

Yuvyuv noticed the malicious woman, her eyes alight with excitement, but when their gazes met, the woman quickly looked down to hide her intentions. Yuvyuv felt a twinge of scorn, realizing that this spiteful woman was finally losing patience and was ready to make a move against her and her sister. But Yuvyuv was determined not to let her sister fall into any danger.

So, when leaving, she concealed her plans from her sister, telling her she was going out with classmates to see a movie. To the malicious woman, however, she confessed her true intentions of attending the masquerade ball. She wanted to see just how venomous this woman could be and what kind of drama she had planned for the evening. Yuvyuv was ready to play along.

A sharp glint flashed in Yuvyuv's eyes, cold and piercing, ready to strike at any moment. Suddenly, she stiffened, sensing a presence. "Who's there?" she called out.

In the cramped space of the restroom, a tall shadow emerged from the darkness. The man's presence was as chilling as ice, making Yuvyuv tense up. Her hand reached for the pocket of her discarded clothes on the sink, where she had stashed a Browning pistol after changing.

The man wore a Ghost King mask, not ugly but dark and foreboding. His aura was so frigid it seemed as if he had stepped out of the depths of hell, like a ruler of the underworld. Yuvyuv's instincts from her past life warned her of the danger he posed.

Her small frame went rigid, hand gripping the pocket, ready to counterattack at any moment. Yet, deep down, she felt a hint of unease, unsure if she could take him down in one move due to his overwhelming presence.

She quickly calculated the possibility of taking down her opponent with one move. Suddenly, a chill crept up her back.

"What are you doing?" Yuvyuv's quick reflexes allowed her to snatch the Browning pistol, feeling a surge of confidence. But the unexpected chill on her back made her face turn cold with anger, ready to act.

"Don't move. I'm just zipping up your dress," the man's voice was cool and detached. His tall frame exuded an imposing presence as he leaned closer to Yuvyuv's back.

Her dress was half-open because she couldn't reach the zipper. The dim light in the restroom flickered occasionally, casting an eerie glow, yet it highlighted the smoothness of her skin.

Her back was as white as freshly fallen snow, smooth like the finest silk, creating a mesmerizing visual under the soft, yellow light.

The man's long fingers, cool and defined, grasped the tiny zipper but hesitated to pull it up. He seemed entranced by the sight before him, his slightly rough fingertips inadvertently brushing against her delicate skin.

Yuvyuv shivered at the touch, her suppressed anger boiling over. "You jerk, get your filthy hands off me," she snapped.

With a swift motion, she cocked the gun, ready to turn and confront the shameless intruder who dared to violate her space.