Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 287: Coquettish men have the best life

On the other side of the box, Gu Wanwan was vividly describing an embarrassing incident that happened backstage at Song Yubai's concert.

Shen Qianhe laughed so hard that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and her earrings emitted tiny silver lights as she swayed back and forth.

Suddenly, Shi Yue's smile froze and she pointed behind Shen Qianhe.

Shen Qianhe didn't understand what was going on. The moment she turned her head, she bumped into Xie Jincheng's eyes, which were filled with dark fire.

The man stood behind her without her noticing, his purple silk shirt with a loose collar, his cold white collarbone shimmering like jade under the warm light.

A hint of drunkenness spread across her cheekbones, leaving a faint red tint. The crimson at the end of her eyes looked as if drawn with a cinnabar pen, and even the shadows cast by her drooping eyelashes were voluptuous.

He knelt on the edge of the sofa and touched her ankle with his tequila-scented fingertips.

"Miss Shen, I heard that you think I'm not good enough?"

Shen Qianhe's heart skipped a beat and his breathing suddenly became disordered.

She looked at the jade-like fingers moving along the curve of her calf, and her throat tightened: "I... I didn't..."

"No?"

Xie Jincheng suddenly moved closer, his nose almost touching hers.

"you sure?"

The end of his voice was hoarse with drunkenness, and his eyes swept across her moist lips.

Shen Qianhe's heart tightened, and she subconsciously looked at Gu Wanwan with a look of help in her eyes.

Gu Wanwan pretended not to see it, "Um... I suddenly need to go to the bathroom!"

She grabbed Shi Yue and ran away, making a cheering gesture to Shen Qianhe before leaving.

It’s over, I can’t explain it now!

Shen Qianhe licked his lips and tried to explain: "I think... you misunderstood..."

"Misunderstand?"

Xie Jincheng reached out and pinched her chin, and his thumb brushed the water at the corner of her lips.

"Do you know that there are some things you can't say casually?"

His breath was filled with the spicy flavor of tequila, which made her earlobes numb.

Shen Qianhe was forced to look up, watching the crystal chandelier shatter into thousands of spots of light behind him: "It was Wanwan...she misunderstood what I said, I really didn't mean that!"

Her voice was like crumpled silk, the last note trembling and sinking into the man's fingers.

That innocent and pitiful look was very similar to the one he had last night when he pinched her waist and sprinted towards her.

Desire burst out, Xie Jincheng chuckled, and pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth.

"After all, Miss Shen was not satisfied with the service last night."

The metal buckle of the watch scraped across the kiss mark on her shoulder that had not yet faded, causing her to tremble all over.

"I don't know who grabbed the bed sheet and said no last night? And who cried and bit my shoulder and said he couldn't bear it..."

Shen Qianhe felt so embarrassed that she wanted to die after having such a private matter exposed by him in front of so many people.

She sank into the sofa, her swan neck flaming with fire.

Xie Jincheng is an idiot. He doesn't even know how to control his words. How dare he say anything?

The more Shen Qianhe thought about it, the angrier he became. He stiffened his neck and raised his voice to defend himself.

"I don't!"

"you have not?"

The man smiled wickedly, "Are you sure it wasn't you last night? Then tell me, which little devil bit these marks on my body?"

She sank into the leather sofa, looking at the mottled red marks on his collarbone, like a gorgeous painting.

The bony palm brushed across her waist, and in the shadows invisible to everyone, the thumb pressed heavily across her lips.

"Ms. Shen's acting skills are much better now than when she was in bed. It seems that I am not conscientious enough."

He suddenly bit her burning ear tip, rubbing his teeth together and whispering, "That's what will give Miss Shen the energy to arrange these..."

Before Shen Qianhe could react, Xie Jincheng suddenly stood up, his black leather shoes rolling over the mess on the floor, and pulled her up from the sofa.

"In that case, why don't we find a place to verify it?"

Her steps staggered a little, but he held her wrist tightly and she couldn't break free.

"Xie Jincheng, you...you let me go!"

Xie Jincheng seemed not to hear her and pulled her out of the box.

The other people in the box looked at each other in bewilderment, and Zhao Zechuan, who had no idea what was going on, was even more stunned.

"What...what's going on?"

Song Yubai smiled like a cunning fox: "Wow, it looks like the tiger is going to show off its power."

Xie Jincheng pulled Shen Qianhe all the way to the end of the corridor of the club, pushed open the door of an empty box, and brought her in.

The moment the box door slammed shut, Shen Qianhe's lower back hit the relief on the wall and his heart skipped a beat.

"Xie Jincheng, what...what do you want to do?"

There was a slight tremor in her voice, but there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes that she herself was not aware of.

"What?"

Xie Jincheng lowered his eyebrows and glanced at her, then snorted with a rebellious face.

"Don't you think I'm not good enough?"

The dark-patterned wallpaper made the man's profile half-bright and half-obscure, and his Adam's apple rolled as his neck tightened. "Then I'll let you verify for yourself whether I can do it or not."

The smell of alcohol mixed with the cedar scent brushed past her earlobe, "You don't know how unpleasant the way Song Yubai and the others looked at me just now was."

Xie Jincheng bent his knees and pressed them between her legs, his thumb running over the beating pulse in her wrist: "This time, I won't let you down."

“But this is…”

The last sound disappeared between the thin lips that suddenly pressed down.

A man's kiss is like a tempered knife, and you can taste the blood and rust between them.

The relief patterns looked like countless coiled snakes, poking at her trembling labia.

Shen Qianhe's nails dug deep into his tense forearms, but he suddenly curled up when he touched the hot body temperature under his shirt.

"Not here!"

She turned her head to avoid the new round of attack, her hair tangled in the buttons he had unbuttoned, her eyes firm: "Let's go home, this is absolutely not allowed!"

His body temperature was frighteningly hot, and his breath smelled strongly of alcohol and an indescribable sense of danger.

Shen Qianhe understood better than anyone how terrifying this wolf could be when it got angry.

Especially in a situation like this.

Once it starts, it won’t end in a short time.

Gu Wanwan and the others were in a box not far away. Shen Qianhe was so embarrassed that she kept picking her feet when she thought about how miserable she would be in a moment.

"Xie Jincheng, you... don't mess around..."

She bit her lip, trying to hold on to the last bit of her sanity.

"Even if you want to do that, at least you have to find a decent hotel..."

She struggled to break free from his shackles, put her hands on her chest, and stared at the man in front of her who was about to lose control with an attitude of refusing to obey.

The fire in the man's eyes suddenly flickered.

He arched his back and buried his head in her neck, his eyes moistened, his voice hoarse: "Baby..."

"But I feel so bad now."

The hot breath penetrated into the hollow of the collarbone, and the voice was full of temptation: "Touch it and see, it's about to burn."

The palm with thin calluses wrapped around her wrist, pulling and sliding across her taut abdominal muscles.

The beast lurking under her suit pants was jumping, burning her fingertips so much that they spasmed.

"Help me..."

He held her trembling fingertips in his mouth, whimpering like a young animal, "Now, please."

"..."

Well, once he showed weakness, she wanted to give him her life.

After this incident, Shen Qianhe finally understood what it meant: men who act like a spoiled child have the best luck.