The room was very dark, with only a dim wall lamp in the corner. Soothing European and American light music was playing, and occasionally a few drum beats sounded, but the overall melody was so intoxicating and gentle.
Like a coquettish woman dancing in the darkness.
Sitting on the boss's chair was a young man, holding a tall crystal glass in one hand, slowly and playfully sipping the red wine in the glass, staring straight at two meters with deep, bottomless eyes.
The woman outside is only wearing a three-point jumpsuit.
She was swaying to the music, her body as soft as a willow shining with a charming light under the light.
"Uh...Junxi-kun..." the woman murmured sexyly, with unbearable passion in her tone.
She has been longing for the strong and sexy man in front of her for a long time. This turbulent love affair started when she saw his cover on the financial newspapers.
"..." An Junxi said nothing, still looking at the woman and drinking his wine.
The woman looked at him with squinted eyes, the breath of youth dancing in her moans.
The man took another sip of wine.
His cold eyes were like ice arrows, shooting straight at the woman through the ambiguous and hot air... Her throbbing could be seen at a glance.
"Hmph!" An Junxi sneered sarcastically, and then he raised his index finger towards the woman, with a condescending expression like a gift from the king.
"come on."
"Junxi..." the woman screamed excitedly and rushed towards the handsome man sitting cross-legged on the chair.
There were four bodyguards standing in the corner of the room. They seemed to be used to the sight of the dogs and horses in front of them and were unmoved.
In contrast to the woman's ardent behavior, the man's performance is as cold as a piece of ice. He has no heavier breathing, no obsessive movements and blurred eyes. He just enjoys the woman's passion.
This is her first time.
It almost hurt to death.
But he didn't show any pity.
Two hours later.
There was a splashing sound in the shower room next door, and a tall and fit figure came through the frosted glass.
An Junxi came out wearing only a snow-white bath towel, glanced coldly at the unconscious woman on the carpet, and said ruthlessly to his men, "Get her out, don't dirty my place. Give her a check to send her."
No, I don’t want to see her again.”
"Yes! Mr. An!" Several bodyguards immediately bowed and responded, and they carried the woman who had just moved enthusiastically out with expressionless faces.
Every night, Mr. An would be accompanied by a woman, and almost every woman would end up like this: emotional, crazy, comatose, sent away...