Yaoyao couldn't care less about the man's terrifying words; she only wanted to escape this nightmare and the clutches of the dangerous escort.
Caught off guard, she was suddenly spun around by the man's forceful grip. "Mmph…" Instinctively, her small hands wrapped protectively around herself as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
"Damn, that's exactly the kind of reaction I like," the man muttered. Instead of showing sympathy at her pitiful state, his amusement only deepened, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight.
With one swift motion, his large hand pried her hands away.
As her last defense was about to be stripped away, Yaoyao whimpered in desperation. "B-big brother, I… I'm 'nothing special.' I'm not fun at all. Go serve someone else, please?"
Though she said it with no ulterior motive, to the man, her words sounded like an enticing invitation thinly veiled in feigned resistance. Having long grown bored of women who threw themselves at him, this rare, delicate flavor ignited his curiosity. "As a male escort, I specialize in serving the ones who think they're 'nothing special,'" he said with a smirk, pulling away her last shred of cover.
"Mmph…" In utter despair, Yaoyao squeezed her eyes shut.
The man's slender fingers began to trail slowly across her skin. The trembling of her body only encouraged him further.
"N-no…" As his hand inched closer, Yaoyao's heart raced furiously, and faint whimpers escaped her lips.
"Heh." Seeing her on edge, the man's mischievous smirk widened. At the last moment, he deliberately avoided the spot she feared most.
Phew… Yaoyao exhaled a shaky breath, her tension slightly easing. But just then, a chill swept over her, a tingling sensation she had never experienced before.
Opening her eyes, she looked down and realized what he was doing. "No… no! Don't kiss me!" She frantically tried to push his head away, her cheeks burning a deep crimson.
"Hmph. You really are a hypocritical little thing, aren't you?" The man raised his head slightly, his wicked gaze sweeping over her. A sly grin formed on his lips as his fingers teased her intentionally.
"Mmph…" Yaoyao couldn't understand what she was feeling—only that it was unbearably embarrassing and mortifying.
"Oh dear, oh dear, little one. If you're getting into the mood this quickly, how are you going to last later? You might lose your mind!" The man's voice dripped with mockery as he leaned down again, leaving light kisses in his wake.
"Please, stop! I'm begging you, don't continue!" Her plea seemed to work, as the man suddenly halted.
Was he finally letting her go? Yaoyao hesitantly glanced at him.
But his deep, piercing gaze was now fixed on her left shoulder, where a long scar cut across her pale skin. His expression changed—it was no longer one of playful malice. Instead, he looked like a predator, a wolf poised to sink its teeth into its prey.
Why was he staring at the scar on her shoulder with such intensity?
"You…"
"Boss Yu." Just as the man was about to speak, one of his subordinates burst into the room, interrupting him.
"Boss… Yu?" The title hit Yaoyao like a thunderclap.
Her wide, terrified eyes darted toward the domineering man before her.
He… he… he's Yu Aotian?!
(To be continued)