Love in Shackles

Just as Zheng Wei left, Ye Zhengchen pulled me close into his embrace. “You!”

“Why did you come out?” He gently kissed my fingertips. “Don’t like it here?”

“It’s… okay.”

A highly emotional music rang out in the hall. I glanced at the stage; a beautiful woman was undoing her sash, slowly pulling it open and tossing the sheer fabric into the air.

I swallowed. “It’s just… a bit too stimulating…”

“Is that so?” He wrapped an arm around my waist, his other hand lightly caressing my leg. I leaned against him, feeling soft and helpless.

“Senior brother, don’t… tease me.” My throat was dry, and my voice trembled.

My panic seemed to excite him more. His seductive lips curved into a charming smile while his hand slipped under my skirt, reaching my inner thigh…

I shuddered, wanting to retreat but stopped by the balcony railing. Behind me, high-rise buildings loomed. I didn’t dare to dodge—compared to falling from the 35th floor, I’d rather be teased by a pervert.

At this moment, a tall, muscular foreign man walked onto the stage, grabbing the woman’s hand and pressing her against the silver pole. When I saw him tie her hands with a red silk ribbon, I was shocked and forgot to breathe. The atmosphere was intense, and Ye Zhengchen leaned closer, softly asking, “Interesting?”

His body felt hot against mine, and his breath, mixed with alcohol, brushed against my ear, making me numb and itchy. I could only swallow hard, losing my ability to think. My mind blanked, and I replied, “Quite interesting. Let’s go in and watch.”

“I think you’re more interesting than the performance.”

I didn’t dare to agree. The last light on the stage disappeared as the DJ turned up the music, mixed with women’s moans. In the hazy moonlight, I saw people kissing on the dance floor and couples embracing on the sofas without restraint. I was captivated by the scene, my body trembling with excitement, especially under his fingertips’ provocations.

In the darkness, I fell into a dream, involuntarily tiptoeing and kissing his neck, my tongue tracing from his neck to his earlobe.

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