Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 383: I feel like I’m going to die

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: I feel like I’m going to die

This kind of pickup method never fails, so victory was in his grasp.

No woman can withstand the temptation of money.

Especially beauties.

However, the beauty in his eyes pointed to the men’s restroom, "You go drink there," and then she tried to leave.

The man blocked her, "What do you mean? You’re not giving me face?"

"Hey, is your face worth a lot?" Xing Ling mocked, pushing him away forcefully—only to have the man become enraged and grab her arm. "What are you doing? Get lost!"

"Apologize to me!" The man acted like trash, shamelessly persisting.

"Apologize to your mom!" Xing Ling, furious, kicked him straight away.

The man, angered and having some money of his own, had never been disrespected by a woman like this.

He raised his hand to slap her face.

But as his hand went up, it froze, unable to move.

"Motherfucker, who’s so bold to ruin my good time...ah!" The man’s wrist shot with excruciating pain, as if it were being crushed, turning his words into a wail.

Then, a foot in a black leather shoe kicked fiercely into his stomach, sending him flying, first smashing into a wall, then collapsing onto the ground, vomiting blood.

The force of that one kick was obvious.

"Ah!"

Xing Ling looked at the arriving Ye Sihan, her heart pounding, unable to snap back to reality.

Ye Sihan looked at her with an emotionless gaze, as if he was just passing by and casually helped her deal with a hooligan.

If it was truly the heart-racing suspense of a "suspension-bridge" reaction, she accepted it.

"How are you... here?" Xing Ling asked.

"Business."

Xing Ling didn’t know what to say. Beside them, the man on the ground, after wailing, still tried to curse, but a bodyguard walked over and stepped on his neck, silencing him completely.

"Is it over?" Ye Sihan asked.

"It’s over," Xing Ling said, her heart all on Ye Sihan; whether it was over or not, it had to be over.

As she walked forward, her vision blurred and her body swayed, about to fall, when she was caught in an embrace.

Xing Ling nestled softly into Ye Sihan’s arms, being carried out of the bar.

Xing Ling felt so light in Ye Sihan’s hands, her frame seemed delicate, giving her a sense of security.

As soon as they got into the car, Xing Ling was pressed onto the seat.

The man who had appeared like a deity transformed into a devil, his shadow covering her entire being, one hand dominantly seizing her chin, "If I hadn’t shown up, would you have left with that man?"

Xing Ling struggled to breathe under his forcefulness. "You know that’s not what it is... um, I have to go back tomorrow, don’t you have any objections?"

Ye Sihan looked at her silently.

The car smoothly cruised down the road, the streetlights outside the window gliding over their entangled bodies, bright one moment, dark the next, the ambience heating up.

"You’re so stingy," Xing Ling said with a hazy gaze, "Will you come to see me then?"

"No."

Xing Ling, huffy, retorted, "Then forget it... mm!"

Before she could finish, her mouth was completely sealed, her trembling eyelashes seeming to bear the intensity of their entwining lips.

Ye Sihan’s hand pressed on her head, the other gripping her chin, kissing her deeply, dominantly not allowing her head any movement.

"Mmm..." Xing Ling felt like she was running out of air, as the man’s kiss was fierce, like something terrifying about to swallow her whole.

Her small hands clutched his clothes tightly, appearing to want to push him away but trembling uncontrollably instead.

Saliva she couldn’t swallow in time dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

Heavy breathing intertwined with rapid breaths, the temperature inside the car climbing, the heat engulfing their bodies.

Next, Xing Ling’s shoulder was exposed, her white, slender shoulder revealed as her clothes were ripped away.

It was a beauty not even darkness could hide.

Four lips finally separated, Xing Ling gasped for air, her eyes quivering violently, feeling a sharp pain in her chest that made her whine, "Ah... don’t... it hurts..."

Her soft, weak voice only made Ye Sihan more ruthless.

"Uh ah! Ha ah... We’re in the car, let’s go back and... Mmm!!" Xing Ling’s body suddenly shuddered, sensitively unable to endure. "No, it hurts... Ye Sihan..."

The snow-white body blushed pink.

Ye Sihan’s gaze was deep and dark as ink, his breathing heavy and relentless.

"Don’t look..." Xing Ling tried to cover herself, but her wrists were pinned, and the next second she was pressed onto the sofa, "Don’t... Mmm ah!!"

Her slender waist, not even a handful thick, trembled as if it would snap in the wind.

A coarse growl erupted from Ye Sihan’s throat, his veins throbbing wildly, unable to wait for even a moment—

"Ah ah!" Xing Ling cried out, unable to bear it, her fingers incessantly clawing at the genuine leather seat.

Above her, Ye Sihan dominated her as fiercely as a beast.

As if he wanted to tear her apart.

Xing Ling, slightly drunk, was controlled, enduring his frantic thrusts.

It was like she had fallen into the deep sea, tossing in towering waves, with the constant sound of flowing water in her ears, quickly making her sink.

"Don’t... It’s not right... It feels so weird..." Xing Ling shook her head frantically, it was too terrifying, "Stop."

Ye Sihan’s desire-filled dark eyes stared at her, he definitely wasn’t going to stop.

"Ah—!!" Xing Ling arched her face upward helplessly, her hands grabbing aimlessly, her gaze unfocused, her waist trembling violently.

Ye Sihan roared fiercely as if bitten by countless tiny mouths, growing more ruthless with her.

Wu Qianqian got out of the car, preparing to enter the hotel.

But she saw a person getting out of another familiar car, just about to joyfully approach, only to discover that the person was Ye Sihan with a woman in his arms.

Hotel, woman—the purpose didn’t need explaining.

Wu Qianqian turned pale.

She didn’t dare to follow them, afraid of being discovered.

Upon entering the luxurious suite, Xing Ling found herself pinned in the middle of the pliant bed.

She nearly suffocated.

Especially as her nape was bitten, leaving her unable to move and cruelly possessed.

"No..." Xing Ling’s voice had become hoarse, emitting sobs like whimpers.

Her body convulsed, spasming nonstop.

"I’ll wreck you." Ye Sihan’s gravelly voice carried a crazed forcefulness.

Xing Ling shuddered violently, her mind went blank, and her tearful, unfocused eyes began to cry.

Like she had lost her senses.

Xing Ling didn’t know when it ended, it felt as long as a century.

Only when daylight arrived did Ye Sihan release Xing Ling.

By the time Xing Ling awoke, it was already the evening of the next day.

Her tired eyes opened to see a bare chest, the solid muscle lines causing a momentary daze.

Only then did her mind begin to clear a bit.

Images of last night’s frenzy flooded her mind, turning her face instantly crimson.

Just as she moved, she hit a sore spot—

"Ah... it hurts, it hurts..." Xing Ling whimpered, gasping for air.

She felt as though she was going to die.

The next second, she was pulled into a tight embrace, meeting those deep, profound dark eyes, puffing angrily, "It’s all your fault, it feels terrible..."

"Does it hurt here?" Ye Sihan’s hand pressed on her waist.

"Mmm..." A mixture of sore and pleasant sensations made Xing Ling moan. "A bit to the left... Yes, there... lighter... that’s comfortable..."

Ye Sihan’s hand paused for a moment, then continued to press.

She really didn’t know what to say and what not to say.

Such blatant seduction, not afraid that her waist would truly break.