Ni Jiu - INTOXICATED (NOVEL)

Chapter 3

The man's hand touched Lian Jue's waist, his fingertips just touched the cold metal buckle, his chest pained sharply and he was kicked away by Lian Jue relentlessly.

The man fell on the carpet and coughed twice but his voice was squeezed back into his chest. His watery eyes widened slightly and he looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

Lian Jue is tall and the light white moonlight spilling in from the French windows behind him leaks out a little from the top of his broad shoulders. His deep features are half hidden in the shadows looking down at the person at his feet his expression is slightly cold.

Earlier, he just saw that this person was uncomfortable but when he saw that the person fell in front of him he didn't help. He simply offered his hand. Unexpectedly, this person didn't know good and bad that he started playing tricks. Even Jue that has been in the business field for so many years hasn't seen one thousand but eight hundred tricks. He heard that there are companies that will participate in overseas biddings that contain degeneracy but he did not expect it to be this way.

He stepped on the man's undulating chest and watched indifferently as the person at his feet gradually faded and turned pale. The rain-stained soles stained the man's shirt.

"Who asked you to come?"

The man's messy black hair slightly covers his eyes. The long, fluffy eyes of willow leaves are faintly red his eyes are stunned and his breathing is tight. His voice is astringent: "No, people..."

Lian Jue's shoe tip slowly moved up, lifting his thin and white chin. His sharp eyes like a blade and slashed fiercely on the man's face.

"Then you want money?"

"If you want money, it's easy to say."

Lian Jue is not a saint. He has always been able to see things like bed. Adults either pay attention to what you want or just mark the price clearly.

Lian Jue's gaze shifted from the man's wet eyes and landed on his bare chest under his thin transparent shirt, a light color fainted from the soaked cloth.

This look is indeed attractive.

Lian Jue doesn't mind giving him a higher price.

The man tightened his eyebrows and was forced to raise his chin. His slender misty eyes were reflected in the warm light of the bedside and he subconsciously grasped his trousers. His expression still stiff: "No, no money..."

Lian Jue's eyes suddenly sank and he sneered coldly saying that he really didn't know what was good or bad.

"I don't care who called you to try and trick" Lian Jue raised his foot and the toe of his leather shoe slowly moved up along the man's profile.

He used the toe of his shoe to touch the base of the man's ear not too strong but it made the man clearly feel a strong sense of oppression and warning.

"However, don't blame me for playing with you."

The cool touch on the side of the cheek disappeared and the pressing feeling gradually faded from his whole body. The man closed his eyes raising his slender neck and gasping for breath.

Lian Jue retracted his leg and frowned when he saw his wrinkled trousers then he turned and left.

Just as his hand touched the doorknob he heard a rustling noise behind him.

Before he pressed the doorknob a hot body suddenly pressed against his back. The man's thin arms tightly encircled Lian Jue's waist and his hand touched him through the gap in his coat.

"Sir... No, no one called me over..."

The man was on tiptoe to barely press his hot cheeks against Lian Jue's cool neck. His hot breath accompanied by a strong alcohol sprayed on the back of Lian Jue's neck, his breathing mixed with a dumb pleading: "I No money, no other attempts, just a little bit of your taste, a little bit is enough...please..."