Xi Jian looked at Ling Yue. His brow's knitting.
'Is she crying? ' He thought. Before Xi Jian could make a guess, Ling Yue abruptly put her glass and stood on her feet.
"Where are you going?" Ling Huang asked.
"Bathroom," she whispered. Ling Yue lifted her chin a little, to keep her tears in place.
"Oh okay, let me-"
"NO!" her voice rose one octave. All the people at this table looked at her. Ling Yue cleared her throat. "No, I-I mean, I can do it alone. You guys just have a chat."
"Let her go, Fengfeng," Xi Jian beat Ling Feng before he put his glass. Xi Jian thought she needed a little privacy. "Don't worry too much. It's just right in front of that door. She's not gonna lost anywhere."
Ling Yue walked away before her brother could speak up. The remaining people resumed whatever they do. Xi Jian and He Luo together with their partner joined the other friend below the stage. Ling Huang get up and make his way out to take a call. Occasionally Ling Feng glanced at the door where Ling Yue went. But in the end he joined Xi Jian group.
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Ling Yue opened her eyes. Her head hurt like hell. She blinks and blink again, adjusting her sight. There was no a single light lit up.
She stared at the ceiling, trying to recall what happen before. The last thing she remembered was her crying inside the cubicle. It was longer than she knew. She washed her face and... what-? Ling Yue tried to touch her head but her left hand couldn't move. She tries her right hand. It moved, but to heavy.
There was something hung in her hand. She shook it and she heard a groan. Ling Yue froze. She heard a rustling at her right and suddenly the lamp beside her lit up. Ling Yue just able to see where she was. The first thing that she saw was him, beside her, naked.
Her eyes widened. "Brother Jian..."
Xi Jian turned his head. He looks shocked. "Yueyue. What are you doing here?"Xi Jian followed her stare at him. He was in his birthday suit.
"F*ck!" Xi Jian hurriedly put the pillow between his thigh. "Yueyue, I, you..." Xi Jian felt his throat dry. He averted his eyes somewhere else. Anywhere, except her. Xi Jian looked his surroundings. He felt he knew a place like this.
It was a huge square room. There is a tv, a mini refrigerator, a roundtable in corner and a mini sofa. The window curtain closed, but he still can see a night landscape peeking from it. The floor was covered with a thick carpet. It looks luxurious...
Presidential suite room.
Xi Jian tries to remember what happened. He was at a party, someone offered him a drink, which he accepted gladly. After that... what..? He couldn't recall anything.
Was he and Ling Yue...?
'No, no, no it shouldn't be!' He could take all women he wants, but not her. He was a rake. Indeed. But Ling Yue was a child who already he considered as a sister."Yueyue, look..." Xi Jian forgot what he was thinking and stared at her. Ling Yue lay down beside her only with her bra and underwear. His gaze darkened trailing her milky skin, which was glowing in the dim of light. Her bra straps perched loosely on her arms, make her cleavage look seductive. Her breasts peek a little. It was not huge. But considering her young age, Xi Jian knows it could change. He felt his member started to move.
Xi Jian rubbed his face, only then he realized his left hand was tied to her with a handcuffs.
"Brother Jian... what is going on?" Ling Yue felt her body heated up. Her face flushed. She dragged her hand, touching her head. Unconsciously Xi Jian hands touched her lips. Ling Yue feels her lips cooled down. The sensation makes the two of them shiver.
Xi Jian pulled his hand immediately. His eyes swept across the room. He needs to think faster. But the room stills a bit dark.
"Don't move," he said.
"I can't really move." Ling Yue said helplessly. Xi Jian saw her left hand tied to the bed post. 'This isn't right.'
"Ugh, brother Jian, it's getting hot in here," Ling Yue started moving her hands and feet, struggle to sit. With every move she did, occasionally Xi Jian's hand touches her body. And Xi Jian felt it too.
He felt hot.
And uncomfortable. His member growing larger and larger.
'Just touch her'The voice inside his head, startled him.
'No, no! I won't! It's never gonna happen! She is my brother's precious sister!' Xi Jian is gripping a pillow with his free hand, hard, struggled between his rational and his desire.
"Brother Jian..." Ling Yue voice sounds like a lure for him to feel heaven. Ling Yue looked at her body when she could sit properly only to realize she was almost naked.
She screamed. "Wha-what is going on, brother Jian? Whe-where are we?"
Ling Yue covered her chest with her right hand. Xi Jian couldn't react in time. His hand dragged and rest in her soft belly.
Xi Jian cursed in his head.
Ling Yue was panicking before but somehow aware, she felt the cold sensation at her belly. It was his hand. Her face turned redder. Xi Jian pulled his hand again and exposed her chest.