Chapter 7 Embracing

Just as Chu Qianjiao was about to throw herself into Ye Zhantian's arms, he dodged in time, and she ended up crashing into Nan Zhifeng.

Nan Zhifeng hurried to support her, but the drunken Chu Qianjiao clung to her, weeping and shouting, "Brother Zhantian, I love you so much, why don't you want me, why..."

"You've got it wrong, I'm not Ye Zhantian."

Nan Zhifeng, caught between laughter and tears, pushed at Chu Qianjiao.

But Chu Qianjiao not only refused to let go of Nan Zhifeng, she even puckered up her lips toward her face: "Brother Zhantian, I like you~~~"

Nan Zhifeng leaned her neck back and screamed, "What are you staring at? Get her off me..."

Before Nan Zhifeng could finish speaking, Chu Qianjiao vomited all over her.

"Ah!!!!!"

Nan Zhifeng felt like she was going to go insane.

"Damn, hahaha..."

Ye Mingcheng came out of the private room just in time to witness the scene and burst into laughter.

Ye Zhantian glanced at him, and he quickly clamped his mouth shut, not daring to laugh anymore.

Ye Dong hurriedly took Chu Qianjiao away.

Looking at the filth all over herself, Nan Zhifeng felt like she was about to throw up.

"Uncle Seven, I'll go and check on them."

Ye Mingcheng gave Nan Zhifeng a meaningful look before hurrying out.

Ye Zhantian opened the door of the adjacent private room and gestured for Nan Zhifeng to enter.

Nan Zhifeng entered the private room, intending to head to the restroom to clean up.

"How do you clean up when you are this dirty?"

Ye Zhantian simply took off his coat and handed it to her.

Nan Zhifeng took the coat and went to the restroom to take off her dress, cleaned the stains off her neck, then put on Ye Zhantian's suit jacket.

Wearing his jacket, it just concealed her hips, long enough to pass for a suit dress, though it was a bit oversized.

Coming out of the restroom, Nan Zhifeng felt uncomfortable all over.

Ye Zhantian's gaze lingered for a moment on her sleek, clean legs before quickly moving away, and then he turned to walk out.

Nan Zhifeng hurriedly followed.

He was walking fast, and she followed behind like a little tail.

The oversized suit enveloped her petite frame, the suit's neckline was very low, revealing half of her full, snowy peaks, and below was perilously close to indecent...

With every step, she was worried she would be exposed.

Passing through the bar's main hall, a few men whistled at Nan Zhifeng, and some craned their necks to peer into her chest...

Ye Zhantian swept a fierce look over them, and those men quickly averted their gazes.

Ye Zhantian stopped and waited for her, and as she approached, he protected the petite her in his embrace.

Nan Zhifeng instantly felt a full sense of security.

He was tall, she barely reached his shoulder, and every time he held her in his arms, it was like a big tree sheltering her.

It made her feel very secure.

They quickly reached the parking lot.

Ye Zhantian had the driver step back and drove Nan Zhifeng away alone.

Nan Zhifeng sat in the passenger seat, one hand guarding her neckline, the other pulling on the edge of the suit.

"It's just me here, what are you hiding for?"

Ye Zhantian shot her a glance.

Nan Zhifeng's face reddened, and she bit her lower lip without saying anything.

Soon, the car arrived at an unfamiliar place.

This was a high-end commercial residential area.

Ye Zhantian drove straight down to the basement, parked the car, and led Nan Zhifeng to the 47th floor by elevator. He used his fingerprint to open the door, and the automated sensor lights turned on, revealing an art-filled living space before their eyes...

"This is..."

"My usual place for rest," Ye Zhantian pointed to the bedroom, "Go take a shower and clean up."

"Okay."

Nan Zhifeng walked into the bedroom.

The room was large, with one wall being a curved edgeless floor-to-ceiling glass wall. Through the glass, one could see an unbeatable night view.

Fashionable, yet modern.

Nan Zhifeng washed from head to toe thoroughly, and then put on a white shirt she found.

Her hair was still dripping wet, and unable to find a hair dryer, she came out to ask, "Do you have a hair dryer?"

"Find it yourself."

Ye Zhantian sat on a single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, sipped his drink, and admired the night view outside.

From the height of the 47th floor, it seemed as though everything lay at his feet.

Nan Zhifeng wiped his hair with a towel and sat on the sofa drinking water.

The room was so quiet that it seemed possible to hear each other's breathing.

She felt somewhat nervous. In the dead of night, when a man and a woman were alone together, would he lose control of his animal instincts?

But Ye Zhantian simply turned his back to her and drank his liquor, without glancing back at her even once.

What she didn't know was...

he was watching her through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

She was wearing his white shirt, which was long enough to cover the key areas like a short skirt when she was still.

But whenever she moved, the shirt could no longer cover...

that slender, smooth pair of legs, the full and perky buttocks, the slender waist, and the faint glimpse of snowy peaks below the neckline...

Every inch of her was radiating seduction.

Ye Zhantian's body was getting restless, his throat dry, and he downed a glass of ice-cold liquor in one gulp.

"When are we going back?" Nan Zhifeng asked softly.

"We're staying here tonight."

The black swivel chair turned around, and Ye Zhantian looked at her with a fiery gaze.

Nan Zhifeng, who was casually leaning on the sofa, hurried to sit up properly upon seeing him turn, her hands pulling at the hem of the shirt, afraid it would expose too much.

"It seems that there's, there's only one bedroom here..."

As Nan Zhifeng spoke nervously, Ye Zhantian suddenly stood up and walked over to her.

She panicked, instinctively wanting to flee.

But Ye Zhantian suddenly pounced, one hand bracing on the backrest of the sofa next to her, the other sliding through her silky long hair to cradle the back of her head, pushing her towards himself—

"In these two years, have you been with any other men? Hmm?"

His voice was soft, with a sigh-like murmur, yet it carried a dangerous undercurrent.

As if to say, if she lied, or if the answer was unsatisfactory,

she would be punished!

"No." Nan Zhifeng answered decisively. "From beginning to end, you're the only man for me!"

"Really?" A dark desire swirled in Ye Zhantian's eyes, "Let me check..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he kissed her lips, violent and wild.

Nan Zhifeng tensed up, not daring to move.

She didn't even dare to breathe.

Ye Zhantian's kisses deepened, his hand moving slowly up her leg...

Nan Zhifeng trembled with tension, offering no resistance nor encouragement, just closing her eyes and silently enduring.

Ye Zhantian's fingers had hooked onto the lace edge of her underwear, ready to pull them down, when suddenly, a loud "boom" sounded from outside!

The next second, the lights went out.

The room plunged into darkness.

Ye Zhantian stopped in his tracks.

Nan Zhifeng turned her head to look out the window.

The sky outside was continuously thundering, with lightning bolts seemingly splitting the night sky.

And for this high-rise on the forty-seventh floor, the lightning seemed to be striking directly at their curved floor-to-ceiling windows.

Nan Zhifeng felt a bit uneasy and turned back to find Ye Zhantian with his hands tightly covering his ears.

"What's wrong?" Nan Zhifeng asked anxiously.

"Close the curtains!"

Ye Zhantian's voice sounded a bit off.

Nan Zhifeng hurriedly drew the curtains.

The curtains were custom-made; once drawn, they isolated everything from the outside world.

Lightning and thunder were no longer visible.

Nan Zhifeng fumbled for her cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and saw Ye Zhantian still holding his head, looking quite unwell.

She helped him lie down on the bed and was about to get him a glass of water when she noticed blood flowing from his nose.

She quickly grabbed a wet towel to clean him up and found his whole body was tensely coiled, like a startled wild beast.

His distressed state resembled Xiaofeng when he was sick.

She held him in her arms like she would comfort Xiaofeng, gently stroking his hair, tenderly soothing him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's alright now, it's alright..."

Under her comfort, he gradually relaxed.

And then, he just fell asleep in her arms...

Nan Zhifeng let out a sigh of relief, covered him with a blanket, and tried to move away, but he was clinging tightly to her waist, immovable.

She had no choice but to lie beside him, in the dim light, silently gazing at his handsome face.

Her eyes slowly filled with complexity...