Chapter Sixty-Four: The Forceful Kiss

“Mmm...” Almost as soon as his hand gripped her head, the girl’s eyes widened in astonishment, filled with disbelief. The fear had drained her face of color, but now two crimson clouds blossomed on her cheeks. Her soft, boneless hands instinctively pressed against his chest.

Yet her feeble resistance meant nothing to the man; it only made him bolder. His moist tongue invaded her mouth, lips and tongues entwined, tips pressing together, a droplet of ambiguous crystal falling, stirring the imagination.

Seeing the little one struggling fiercely, Mo Ziyuan increased his strength and threatened her in a low voice, “Don’t struggle—cooperate with me. Do you want them all to notice?” His voice was close to her ear, his breath seductive and provocative.

The words had an immediate effect. The girl in his arms dared not move, her body rigid as she nervously wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him ravage her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed as if she might bleed.

Noticing this, Mo Ziyuan’s smile deepened. What a timid, easily deceived girl, believing whatever he said—so pure. These half-buried old men, he thought, were nothing to fear. If he hadn’t been bored, he wouldn’t have played along until now. But now, with this little thing, he could start to deal with them.

Those who make mistakes must pay the price, mustn’t they?

The inexperienced girl’s breathing became unsteady, probably because she had never kissed before and didn’t know how to breathe. Mo Ziyuan finally let her go. Watching the girl’s lips part, her breath coming fast, her eyes hazy and unawarely alluring—like a half-open daisy, innocence mixed with fire, inviting admiration—her whole body soft against him, Mo Ziyuan’s eyes flickered with something strange. The overwhelming satisfaction startled him; how could this girl affect him so deeply?

But there was no time for such thoughts. His hawk-like gaze swept the greedy glances surrounding them, and with displeasure, he pressed the bewitching girl tightly into his chest, speaking coldly, “Are you satisfied now?”

He simply didn’t want those old lechers to see her beauty—it was for him alone.

He had yet to realize this was possessiveness at work, merely thought he was annoyed by those lecherous gazes. If he were wise enough to reflect, would he react the same way if it were another girl?

A knock sounded, and the door opened; a female attendant entered with wine. The old man’s lascivious glances and signals to the newcomer did not escape Mo Ziyuan’s notice, and his appreciation for the girl in his arms grew.

He watched her straighten nervously, eyes darting toward the bottle, reaching out to tug at his sleeve with trembling fingers. As the wine drew closer, her grip tightened, clutching his chest so hard it hurt.

“Master, I’ve been rude in the past. If I’ve offended you, please forgive me. I’ll drink this as an apology.” The old man who had been so disruptive now humbled himself, his sudden change in attitude raising suspicions.

Mo Ziyuan glanced at him indifferently. He said nothing, nor did he drink the offered wine; he merely stroked the girl’s glossy black hair.

The old man’s face changed at Mo Ziyuan’s refusal, and the atmosphere in the private room instantly shifted—quiet, tense, volatile.

In the darkness, the man’s expression was unreadable, like a lazy panther. The wine in his left hand, as red as blood, reflected a cold, icy light.

“Master, what does this mean?” Someone couldn’t stand it and immediately questioned him.

“Heh...” With an arched brow and a large hand soothing the frightened girl in his arms, Mo Ziyuan stared directly at the angry old man, eyes fearless, and laughed aloud.

Nowadays, if you’re not ruthless, these people won’t recognize your authority. He had planned to let them off easy, but now... they were courting death.

The girl heard the man’s low laughter by her ear, the resonance from his chest tickling her eardrums.

“It’s over.” His sharp gaze signaled to the side, and then he scooped the girl up and walked out, unmoved by the shouts and chaos behind him.

Stepping outside, the light brightened instantly, revealing their features in full.

Mo Ziyuan looked down at the girl in his arms. Her skin was as clean as white porcelain, glowing softly under the lights. Her thick, slightly curled lashes trembled, and tears glimmered in her clear eyes, making it hard to force her into things she didn’t like.

Seeing Mo Ziyuan’s face clearly, the girl realized this was a man impossible to ignore. His face was sharp as if cut from stone, his lips thin and pressed together, cold and ruthless, his whole presence exuding a chilling air. Even without speaking, he carried an indescribable pressure.

Seeing he intended to carry her all the way, the girl decided it was time to put on an act.

She immediately feigned panic, her small face full of shock, her weak and pure eyes showing fear. Her feet kicked violently, her hands beat his chest as if with great force, though in truth they were light as feathers.

She demanded softly, “Where are you taking me? Put me down right now.”

Mo Ziyuan felt as if a kitten’s paw was scratching at his chest—pleasant, except the little one in his arms was too slippery, like a mudfish, threatening to slip away at any moment. Her delicate collarbone was dazzlingly white, distracting him, so he finally set her down securely.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, the girl retreated several steps, hands raised defensively. Only when she felt safe did she look at the man before her.

“You—don’t come any closer. I’m leaving.” Then she darted away like a rabbit, making Mo Ziyuan chuckle.

“Tomorrow, I want to know everything about her.” His sensual voice drifted out, his lips curving with interest.

The person beside him froze, then replied respectfully, “Yes.”

The girl who left such a deep impression on Mo Ziyuan strolled back to the party room. Almost at the same time, Yu Qian was about to go out to search for her. Seeing the girl she’d been worrying about return, Yu Qian scolded anxiously, “What took you so long in the restroom? I was about to burst with worry and just about to go look for you!”

Knowing Qian Qian was genuinely concerned—and that she had been gone too long—the girl apologized guiltily, “Sorry, Qian Qian, I ran into a friend and got caught up chatting. I lost track of time.” She even shook Qian Qian’s arm playfully.

Before Yu Qian could respond, Lin Yuexin walked over, her face masking false concern. “Jiujie, why did you take so long? We were all worried sick.”

Oh? Really? When I came back, you were busy chatting away in the crowd, having the time of your life.