Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

"Dream on!" The burly man laughed wildly. "Hurry up and drive! The boss is waiting for our reply!"

The van door closed, the car started, and quickly merged into the traffic flow and disappeared.

When Ruan Xingchen woke up, it was just past three in the afternoon.

However, the room where she was locked up was pitch black, and deafening music could be heard faintly from outside. It seemed that someone was talking and laughing in a low voice at the door.

She stood up, her hands tied behind her.

When her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, she sat down and kicked the glass coffee table in front of the sofa hard.

The wine bottle above fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of breaking.

"Fuck!"

The guard outside cursed and pushed the door open.

Light came in from outside the door, and then with a "click", the light was turned on.

This is a private room in a nightclub. The lighting is dim and ambiguous, and basic visibility is maintained in front.

Ruan Xingchen, who was tied up, showed no sign of panic. He sat upright on the sofa, looking at them indifferently, and asked calmly, "Where's your boss?"

"Fuck, this woman is pretty calm."

The man scoffed and spat.

This wasn't the first time he'd tied up women and brought them back. Every one of them either cried and made a scene or tried to run away like crazy. It was rare for someone to sit there and talk to them so calmly.

"Go and tell the boss that the person is awake."

The other one ran away quickly, while this man stood guard at the door, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, smoking.

Ruan Xingchen looked at him calmly.

He is obviously not on the same level as punks like Brother Li and Brother Yu.

He also has tattoos on his arms, but he doesn't show them off intentionally. He doesn't even dye his hair colorfully, but instead shaves it into a short flat top.

He was dressed properly, unlike Brother Li and the others, who wanted others to know at a glance that he was a gangster.

However, this man exuded a faint aura of ferocity and bloodiness. It was obvious that he had seen blood and seemed particularly fierce.

Although he seemed nonchalant, his posture of guarding the door made it extremely convenient for him to exert force at any time, ensuring that even if she exploded and ran away, he could catch her in the first place.

"Third brother~"

Before the so-called boss appeared, a girl wearing heavy makeup and a tight, high-slit cheongsam, revealing her long legs and curvaceous figure, peeked over and asked with a charming smile, "What's going on? Is there someone new here?"

"Don't ask too much if it's none of your business." The man called Third Brother looked at her coldly, "This was brought back by the boss specifically."

"Oh, it's so beautiful! No wonder Third Brother has to look at it in person!" The girl couldn't help but exclaimed after taking a look inside the room. Then she smiled and said, "Isn't it taught yet? Do you want me to go over and give it some advice?"

The third brother held a cigarette in his mouth, blew out a thick smoke ring, and said nothing.

There was neither denial nor obstruction.

The girl understood what was going on. She walked in with her slender waist twisted, and leaned over to sit down with a smile: "Don't be afraid, sister. As long as you listen, everything will be fine. Boss Sun is still very loyal."

"Obedience? How can I be obedient?" Ruan Xingchen turned his head and looked at her calmly, seeming to be very curious: "Are you as obedient as you are?"

The girl stiffened slightly.

She seemed surprised that she didn't cry or make a fuss, and as if something had touched her, her face turned pale and blue several times.

After taking a breath, she smiled again: "Isn't it good to be as obedient as me?"

A hand with bright red nails gently pinched Ruan Xingchen's chin. She laughed, "Girls who come here always cry and try to commit suicide. You're fine this way. This is our fate, we have to accept it... Be good, and you'll suffer less."

"Isn't it great to be happy and make more money at the same time?" The girl smiled, but her eyes flashed with an emotion more sad than crying. She said softly, "Sister, please don't let it get to you."

"I never accept my fate. If I did, I would have died long ago." Ruan Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, his distinct black and white pupils showing no sign of evasion. "I love nothing more than asking for trouble."

The girl was surprised for a moment, then giggled, her tone both regretful and cruel: "That's such a pity. My sister is so beautiful, I'm afraid she will suffer a lot."

She raised her voice: "Third brother, will you come and train this little sister later?"

"Me? I wouldn't dare." The third brother sneered, biting his cigarette: "The boss will come over in person later."

The girl gasped.

She looked at Ruan Xingchen's face carefully for a long time, as if she was amazed or something else: "Such a beautiful face, no wonder."

"Alright, you've seen enough, stop wasting time here." The third brother had had enough of the excitement and impatiently drove them away: "Get out of here and get ready to receive guests."

"Don't be anxious, Third Brother." The girl seemed to have gotten used to it, and spoke in a delicate and drawn-out tone.

Her voice was delicate and charming, full of tenderness and affection: "I see that this sister came here without makeup. It's too rude to meet the boss like this."

She took out a lipstick from her small bag and leaned over with a smile: "I'll put some lipstick on my sister, and she'll look better."

Ruan Xingchen tilted her head back, neither dodging nor avoiding, allowing her to pinch the lipstick and draw on her lips.

"It looks so beautiful. It makes me look like an ugly imitator." After she put her hand away, she looked at her "work" for a few times, suddenly shook her head, grabbed a tissue, and roughly wiped off the lip color she had carefully applied.

She pouted as if dissatisfied: "I don't want to wear this color anymore. I'll give this lipstick to you, my sister. Girls should always be beautiful."

Ruan Xingchen's heart moved slightly, and he looked up at her steadily.

"Aren't you afraid that people will think you're dirty?" The third brother said with a mocking smile, "She's a wealthy lady, she has countless cosmetics waiting for her to use. Is it really necessary for you to rush to give them to her?"

"That's my pleasure." The girl cursed with a smile, stood up and walked out lazily: "You can use it or not, I'm giving it to you anyway."

"Wait a moment." Ruan Xingchen suddenly raised his head, looked at her slender figure, and asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

The girl with a seductive look turned around at the door and looked at her with a gentle smile.

Her face was heavily made-up, but her smile seemed to carry a hint of pure innocence. After a moment's thought, she replied, "Here, everyone calls me Haitang. You can call me that too!"

After saying that, she turned her head, waved her hand nonchalantly, and walked away with a swaying posture.

Before leaving, the hand with beautifully painted nails made a circle on the third brother's chest, and the ending tone was drawn out: "If you are free in the evening, come and play with me..."

The third brother smiled meaningfully and pinched her gently from behind, which made her laugh softly.