Fu Tingyuan received the glass of milk and took a sip.
Luo Nanchu felt relieved as she watched him drink.
Her face broke out in an uncontrollable smile as she said softly, "Mr. Fu, I'll be going out then."
Fu Tingyuan answered mildly, "Mm."
Luo Nanchu returned to the bedroom. Her body had already begun to heat up.
She walked over to pour a few glasses of water for herself and drank them, but could not get rid of the heat that was coursing through her bones and limbs.
When Fu Tingyuan entered the room, she had already weakly fallen back on the bed. His face looked dangerous as he glared at Luo Nanchu on the bed.
He walked over and grabbed her face before gnashing his teeth and asking "What did you put in the milk?!"
Luo Nanchu was already completely muddle-headed. She was sensitive to drugs, and her body felt like it had turned into a puddle of water.
Her voice sounded extremely plaintive.
Fu Tingyuan wanted to choke her to death.
Luo Nanchu did not let him go for the entire night.
He did not know how much of the drug she had taken herself.
She cried and mewled as she held him, and he could not get her to let go.
Fu Tingyuan's face was dark as he joined Luo Nanchu in intercourse for the entire night. When he was at sleep's door, he could still hear Luo Nanchu's plaintive cries in his embrace.
He repressed his emotions for a long while to prevent himself from kicking her off the bed.
…
Fu Tingyuan was still sleeping when Luo Nanchu woke up.
She looked at him cautiously before reaching out and grabbing Fu Tingyuan's phone from the bedside cabinet. There were countless missed calls.
She pursed her lips and put the phone back. Standing up from the bed, she donned her nightdress and intended to take a shower.
Before she reached the bathroom door, she heard a flurry of footsteps from the hallway outside, and her expression changed. Then, she heard a loud bang as the door to the bedroom was kicked open. Yin Mobei barged in from outside and pointed a gun at Luo Nanchu's forehead.
His handsome face was brimming with malice, and the atmosphere in the room changed to one of fear. It was as if there was a high-pitched string instrument screeching in terror.
In a sinister voice, he asked, "Where is Qin Su?!"
Luo Nanchu took a step back and pressed her spine against the cold wall. She controlled the emotions on her face and looked at Yin Mobei expressionlessly.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Yin," she replied.
Yin Mobei laughed malevolently and pressed the gun hard between her eyebrows.
In a soft and slow voice, he said, "Qin Su has fled. As her best friend, how would you not know about it? Luo Nanchu, you'd better spit it out now or I'll make you regret it."
Luo Nanchu was expressionless as she said, "I was with Mr. Fu last night, so I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Fu whether I went out last night."
Fu Tingyuan sat up in the bed and leaned back against the headboard. On his face, there was still a hint of languidness left over after last night's frolicking.
Calmly, he said, "Mr. Yin, isn't it quite rude of you to barge into someone else's house early in the morning while waving a gun?"