Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As Han Yunâer was talking, she reached her hand to hold onto Mu Xiaoxiaoâs arm, gesturing to take her up.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWho are you?â Mu Xiaoxiao looked confused at her, attempting to make out her face. Her delicate face moved closer, almost touching Han Yunâerâs.
Upon smelling Han Yunâerâs perfume, she wrinkled her nose and pushed her away in disgust. âYou stink! Get away from me!â
Han Yunâerâs face turned grim. This slut has the nerve to say that I stink!
She felt a great urge to slap Mu Xiaoxiao in the face. But with so many onlookers, she couldnât do it. She had no choice but to maintain her forced smiles.
âItâs me, Yunâer. Youâre drunk. Let me take you up to rest, alright?â
Watching Mu Xiaoxiaoâs tipsy red face, which accentuated her allure, Han Yunâer grew more resentful. She thought about taking her into the empty room, where she could use the opportunity to deal her a few slaps.
She was happy just thinking about it.
Han Yunâerâs smile appeared very natural. She then took great effort to support Mu Xiaoxiao.
Initially, the other men had wanted to help. But seeing that Han Yunâer was putting in a lot of effort and that Mu Xiaoxiao was Young Master Jieâs woman, they dared not touch her, so no one came to help.
Han Yunâer saw that Mu Xiaoxiao was not struggling, and she wanted to take the chance to take her up.
She had it all planned out. She would set up a man in the room. Then, she would let Young Master Jie catch the adulterous couple on the bed. Ha ha. When that happens, weâll see if Young Master Jie will still like to keep this little slut!
Upon smelling the perfume on her body, Mu Xiaoxiao couldnât help but retch.
âIâm going to vomitâ¦â
Han Yunâerâs face turned pale. âYouâd better not vomit on me!â
She was so frightened that she threw Mu Xiaoxiao back onto the sofa. It was then that the door to the booth opened. Yin Shaojie pushed the door and entered only to see that sight, and he made a severe expression.
âHan Yunâer, what do you think youâre doing?â he asked.
Han Yunâer didnât think that he would be back so soon, and she couldnât care that her plan was foiled. She frantically apologized, âI⦠I didnât do anything. Young Master Jie, you misunderstand. I saw that she was drunk and wanted to take her up to the room to rest and wait for you. I really didnât do anything!â
âDrunk?â Yin Shaojie raised his eyebrows and walked up to take a look. Mu Xiaoxiao, that little wretch, was laying on the sofa, and her face was flushed. Sheâs really drunk.
âHow did she get drunk?â
He didnât recall that the wretch liked to drink. Could it be that she picked up the habit in America?
But upon seeing the poker cards and the bottles of alcohol on the table, he understood.
He looked around at the heirs at the scene and coldly snorted.
He walked over to Mu Xiaoxiaoâs side and pulled her up as his long arms supported her slender waist. Just as he was about to carry her, Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly struggled and threw herself onto him.
Yin Shaojie only wanted to prevent her from getting hurt. Unexpectedly, the twoâs lips came into contact, though it was only for a second. Mu Xiaoxiao then dug her head into his shoulders as if she had found her safe harbor.
But at the same time, Yin Shaojie was stunned. The sensation from the touch seemed to linger on his slender lips. It was a touch softer than pudding, and it was accompanied with the scent of a young woman.
The other men witnessed such a rare sight and just stared blankly at the two.
Yin Shaojie coughed unnaturally and carried Mu Xiaoxiao. He said to the others, âYou guys continue playing. Iâm taking off.â
As he said that, he carried Mu Xiaoxiao and left, leaving the crowd staring at each other, at a loss at what to do.