Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

After spending some time in the completely ignited atmosphere, Song Yang took Yang Zixi out of the bar.

In those few tens of minutes, Yang Zixi drank quite a bit of alcohol, her cheeks flushed with the effects of the alcohol, and her eyes were somewhat glazed.

But she was still quite lucid, and Song Yang didn't wait for her to get drunk before leaving, because there was no need for that.

The saying "If a woman doesn't get drunk, a man has no chance" is only relative.

Having just satisfied Yang Zixi's desire for money, it's only natural to reciprocate by fulfilling one's own needs.

However, in all things considered, Yang Zixi actually benefited, because while satisfying Song Yang's needs, she also gained an unprecedented experience.

Get out of the bar.

The cool evening breeze outside cooled Yang Zixi down a bit, as she was caught up in the fiery atmosphere of the bar.

A hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes as she leaned against Song Yang and said softly:

"Why don't you stay a little longer?"

This was the most remarkable moment of her life, with the entire audience chanting her name, making her linger and reluctant to leave.

"If you stay any longer, you'll get drunk."

Song Yang gently pulled Yang Zixi's soft body closer and smiled:

"That's so boring, don't you think?"

"twenty three..."

Yang Zixi remained silent.

She knew Song Yang's purpose in bringing her out, because he had told her directly from the beginning that that was why he had orchestrated this whole thing.

After witnessing that Song Yang was truly young and wealthy, she was already practically speechless with envy.

But Yang Zixi couldn't help but worry that going back with someone after only their first meeting would make her seem too cheap.

She wanted to have a formal start with Song Yang, get to know him slowly, and then have a serious relationship, gradually letting him into her private space, so that she could live the wealthy life she had always dreamed of.

Besides these, Yang Zixi actually has a backup plan.

That means getting myself drunk, so that even if Song Yang succeeds today, I can still convince myself.

It wasn't that I bowed down to money; it was just that I was taken advantage of because I was drunk.

But now, Song Yang has blocked her backup plan in advance, leaving her with no reason to confront her own heart.

Should she succumb to Song Yang's money offensive now and go back with him, completely lowering her own status, or pretend to be reserved and refuse, gambling on an uncertain future where he might contact her again because he wasn't late?

But then Yang Zixi thought again, how many people in the vast capital city are as eager for money as she is?

With Song Yang's wealth, which allows him to easily pay for the entire bill, countless girls like herself would flock to him.

If we miss this opportunity, will we ever have another chance like this?

Just as Yang Zixi was hesitating and wavering, a bartender came out after her:

"Mr. Song, this is your card. The total amount spent is 38. Here is the bill."

38 million.

Hearing this number, Song Yang might not think much of it.

But for Yang Zixi, it was the equivalent of several years' worth of wages without food or drink.

This money could buy your favorite BMW, or even a house in a decent location with a down payment and mortgage.

"Ah."

Song Yang nodded, then looked at Yang Zixi beside him:

"Miss Yang, let's go."

"Ah."

After much deliberation, Yang Zixi made a difficult decision and got into a taxi with Song Yang to go to the hotel.

Song Yang wasn't surprised by Yang Zixi's decision and quietly activated the system in his mind:

"Shall we hold a lottery?"

"Yang Zixi".

"The lucky draw begins!"

"The lottery was successful!"

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the following item: Fox cosplay*1 (To hear a fox howl, its tail is the most important!)"

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the following item: Mysterious Set of Items *1 (blindfold, handcuffs, and rope wrapped around your body—you know what I mean!)"

Looking at the rewards from Yang Zixi's lottery draw, and then at the slogan from the system, I couldn't help but secretly complain:

System, you're really something, spouting rhymes all the time. Are you planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam?

The system didn't respond. If it were any other talkative system, it might have already started exchanging barbs with its host, Song Yang, like:

The host isn't bad either, always grazing on cabbages.

Not much gossip.

Song Yang was a little disappointed with the reward, as these items could be bought anytime.

But since he'd already drawn them, he wasn't going to leave them gathering dust in the system space; he was going to take them out and use them.

Moreover, Song Yang had planned to return to Shanghai the next day, so he only had one night.

This situation is similar to what a player in a dungeon will do when their fatigue level is almost gone.

Most players will choose to enter each map once and complete all of them.

Song Yang also had such plans. These things were not useless, but they were only good for adding icing on the cake.

Besides these, there are actually some things missing.

When they passed a pharmacy, Song Yang asked the taxi driver to stop so he could buy some things and come back.

Why did you buy this?

Looking at the things Song Yang bought, Yang Zixi asked in confusion.

At first, she thought Song Yang would buy an umbrella or some kind of medicine at the pharmacy.

I'm still debating whether or not to use these things. Perhaps it would be better for me to have direct, close contact with them.

You might just win the lottery.

But to my surprise, what Song Yang bought wasn't what I expected, but a syringe. What use is that?

"You'll find out later."

Song Yang did not explain when Yang Zixi asked him.

A short while later, the taxi stopped at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

Walking through the hotel's courtyard suite area, the antique-style decor gave Yang Zixi the illusion of being in ancient times.

It goes without saying that staying here for one night will definitely cost a lot of money, but it will certainly be far less than what you spent at the bar earlier.

Leading Yang Zixi to the room door, Song Yang opened the door, stepped aside, and said to her:

"come in."

Faced with Song Yang's invitation, Yang Zixi glanced at the room behind him and hesitated instinctively.

"Song Yang, isn't this a bit too fast, considering it's only our first meeting?"

"Actually, I..."

I meant to say I have a boyfriend, but I immediately changed my mind halfway through:

"Actually, I'm not that kind of casual girl."

"I'll just go in and sit for a bit, chat with you for a while, and then go home."

"ha.."

Seeing that Yang Zixi was still pretending to be reserved, Song Yang smiled:

"No need, I have plenty of people to chat with."

"I don't like to force people to do things they don't want to do. Since Miss Yang is unwilling, let's just go home."

He turned and went inside, slamming the door shut.

This wasn't because he wasn't interested in Yang Zixi; it was simply to break through her last bit of reserve.

Otherwise, the items I won in the lottery, and the ones I just bought from the pharmacy, won't be very useful.

Chapter 93: Wu Di: Eat less popsicles!

If you want to control the entire map at your own pace in one night, you'll have to take drastic measures.

Of course, this "strong medicine" wasn't actually administering drugs, as that would be illegal; rather, it was meant to make Yang Zixi voluntarily submit.

It's worth noting that Qin Yumo was able to accept the later tracks only after spending some time together.

Hu Yifei, who had also been striving to emulate Gu Santong, only confessed because of Qin Yumo's instigation and her competitive spirit.

Looking at the closed door, Yang Zixi felt a sense of panic, afraid of missing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She can take the initiative, but she can't let go of the arrogant attitude she developed with her boyfriend.

Her feigned reserve in front of Song Yang was simply to prevent him from easily obtaining her and thus being looked down upon and treated as a plaything.

After hesitating for a long time, Yang Zixi's gaze hardened, and she made up her mind.

“Bang, bang…”

Song Yang, who had already taken off his clothes, smiled as he heard the knocking on the door.

He walked a few steps to the door, opened it, looked at Yang Zixi outside, and smiled:

"Come in if you've figured it out."

Yang Zixi remained silent, lowered her head, and followed Song Yang into the house.

When she heard the door close, her heart skipped a beat.

She knew that tonight would probably be a sleepless night.

Song Yang's muscular physique and the power of his eight-pack abs made her a little worried about how many rounds she could last.

But what she didn't know was that what followed was not as simple as she imagined.

Yang Zixi knew that entering this room meant a sleepless night, but she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep.

It was 11 p.m.

Having completely abandoned all moral boundaries, Yang Zixi had no room to refuse any of Song Yang's requests.

So when Song Yang brought out the fox cosplay and the S-class outfit—no, the mystery outfit—she could only silently accept it.

Even when it came to the specific uses of the items she had just bought at the pharmacy, it was Song Yang who explained how to use them, and she took care of them herself in the bathroom.

Just as Yang Zixi had already put on her headband and started to act as a vixen, performing the opening scene of seducing men.

An apartment in Beijing.

After venting his frustrations to his best friend, Wu Di, Yang Zixi's boyfriend, returned home to find his girlfriend absent.

He didn't think much of it, assuming that Xiaoxi was still angry with him because of their earlier argument and that's why she hadn't come back.

But it was so late, and Wu Di was still worried about his girlfriend. He immediately took out his phone, ready to call and apologize.

However, when he tried to back down, Yang Zixi showed him through her actions that she didn't like being swayed by soft approaches, but preferred hard ones.

Wu Di dialed several times in a row, but no one answered, leaving him feeling extremely frustrated.

"I'll call again. If she still doesn't answer, I'll have to ask Lin Xia for help."

As he spoke, he dialed Yang Zixi's mobile phone number again.

"Dududu..."

After hearing a notification tone, just when Wu Di thought Yang Zixi still wouldn't answer, the call actually went through: