She Tangled with the Aristocratic Family

Under the dim neon lights, Long Yutian's handsome face was shrouded in an aura of sheer coldness, as he coldly pressed the dark muzzle of the gun to the temple of the Russian mobster. The mobster was forced to halt his movements and slowly raised his hands, standing up.

Xia Yanxin desperately clutched the two pieces of cloth to cover her chest, tremblingly got to her feet. Maybe the shock was too intense, as she leaned against the wall, her legs shook uncontrollably, and she couldn't stand firmly for a long time. That was close! She had nearly been violated by this beast.

"Long Yutian! Let's play by the rules; this chick is mine!"

Reluctantly, the Russian mobster licked the corner of his lips, upset about missing out on the meat that was almost in his mouth.

Long Yutian laughed coldly, his dark eyes sinister. He played with the gun in his slender hand, and after a while, slammed the gun heavily on the table. He said in a fierce voice, "Rules? My gun is the rule!" There were no rules when dealing with this group of desperados.

"I was here first, you can have your turn after I'm done playing with her..." Boasting about his physical advantage, the Russian mobster grabbed the trembling Xia Yanxin, his large hand viciously twisting on her chest.

"Ah..." Xia Yanxin screamed in pain.

Long Yutian always hated it when others challenged his limits. A grim light flickered in his black eyes as his finger pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out, and the Russian mobster, clutching his blood-soaked groin, howled like a pig being slaughtered before collapsing on the ground, curling up in agony.

Xia Yanxin was completely stunned. The gunshot was still echoing in her ears; this man, who would casually shoot and hurt people, was a killing maniac. Although he had saved her, it still looked like a dog-eat-dog situation...

My god, this was hell on earth, a devils' dance; her fear of him far outweighed the slight gratitude she had felt moments ago. Taking advantage of the crowd's growing agitation and confusion, she started frantically running for the exit.

Rushing into the elevator, she hit the button for the lowest floor. In the empty elevator, her heart still wouldn't stop pounding, and every second of waiting was torture. As soon as the elevator stopped, she hurriedly dashed out.

Where was the exit? She turned at every bend, slipped through every door, the luxurious cruise ship with its nineteen floors was like a massive maze, she was completely disoriented. There were people everywhere, seductively beautiful women everywhere, the air was filled with lust and decadence...

At the end of the corridor decorated with flowers, there seemed to be the ripple of water. Could that be the exit?

Elated, Xia Yanxin dashed forward...

Suddenly, a sensual and magnetic voice called out from behind her, "Little demon, let's see where you can run to now..."

She abruptly turned, her eyes meeting a pair of deep, playful black ones. She was terrified, her soul almost leaving her body; how the hell did this bastard catch up to her?

Watching him close in step by step, she didn't hesitate to run towards the end of the corridor and leaped down...

The instant her body hit the water, she exclaimed, "Help! I can't swim..."

While she struggled and floundered in the water, he casually stood by the shore, watching her death throes with interest, savoring fine wine in a glass... His handsome and charming features, obscured by the layer of water, were gradually blurring in her vision. Damn it, this heartless bastard.

Just when she was about to give up her will to live, barely able to breathe, a dark shadow suddenly approached through the splash, and strong arms wrapped around her. Scalding lips pried open hers, and a fresh breath of air transferred from his lips into hers. Gradually, she opened her eyes, both of them closely entwined, her panic causing her to desperately cling onto him. She didn't want to die, not at all, and his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Whoosh..."

She was hoisted up, exhausted from struggling, carried on his shoulder like a lifeless fish...

In the lavishly decorated Emperor Supreme Suite, she was thrown onto the soft large bed. Due to inertia, she rolled several times before coming to a stop, her leopard print outfit torn into strips, springtime visible from every angle. She hastily grasped the bedsheet to wrap around her delicate body.

"Bang..." The room door was forcefully kicked shut.

He slowly removed his wet suit and shirt, revealing a muscular upper body, his wheat-colored skin taut and etched with tension, tiny droplets of water trailing down his chiseled chest toward well-defined six-pack abs and the sensual lines of his Adonis belt, and even lower was an already proudly prominent bulge... This damn man radiated a fatal sensuality, an unabashed masculine allure,

His disheveled hair stuck to his forehead, his glossy black eyes irresistibly enchanting. The corners of his mouth lifted in a playful smirk as he stepped closer to Xia Yanxin, his voice low and filled with bewitching power:

"Little demon, I'm going to make your legs so weak you won't be able to move a step..."