C21 The Beauty Is in front of Me I Can't Help It

The pill dissolved as soon as it touched Ling Kemiao's tongue, leaving her no chance to spit it out.

"Don't panic, it's just a little something to enhance the mood. I figured you wouldn't just willingly comply, so I had to resort to some measures. Relax, we've got plenty of time. I'm going to lock the door to avoid any unwelcome interruptions," Lee Xian said with a sleazy grin before he went to secure the door.

Turning back, he already had his phone out, snapping several pictures.

"Lee Xian, you wouldn't dare!"

"Why not? Soon we'll be having a great time. Once you're mine, this recording will be our precious keepsake. We can even watch it together later, for a bit of fun."

"You're vile and shameless."

"Calm down, I'll be with you shortly to make you comfortable."

Approaching Ling Kemiao, Lee Xian began to tear at her clothes aggressively.

"These clothes are surprisingly durable," he remarked.

Spotting a letter opener on the floor, Lee Xian picked it up and sliced through Ling Kemiao's outfit. As her garments became barely visible, his gaze was transfixed.

"You're truly stunning. I've imagined countless times what you'd look like beneath these clothes, and reality is even more enticing. I can barely contain myself."

"Keep your filthy hands off me. You're not allowed to touch me!"

At this point, Ling Kemiao was utterly hopeless.

How could such a thing happen without anyone noticing?

"Just hold on, let me clear these little barriers from your body. Once you're comfortable, then it's my turn to enjoy."

Lee Xian started to remove Ling Kemiao's skirt, but finding it too cumbersome, he ripped through her stockings, eager to pull down what was underneath.

As he reached for the lace edge of her underwear, a knock sounded at the door.

"Ms. Ling, are you there? Ms. Ling, please open the door."

Changshun had communicated with Hei and the others via walkie-talkie. Knowing that Lee Xian had headed to the top floor, he had followed swiftly. After searching, he discovered that the door to Ling Kemiao's office was the only one locked.

"Chang..."

Ling Kemiao attempted to scream, but Lee Xian quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.

"No, no, you can't yell. Imagine if your employees saw you like this. Would that be okay?"

"Mmm..." Ling Kemiao seethed with anger.

Lee Xian had crossed a line. He ruthlessly tore off Ling Kemiao's silk stockings and stuffed them into her mouth, silencing her.

Determined to avoid interruption, he decided to make quick work of the situation. He hastily removed his trousers, ready to proceed.

Changshun had been knocking on the door for quite some time to no avail. His ears, however, were exceptionally keen, and he faintly heard rustling sounds from within.

The scene unfolding was unmistakably Lee Xian attempting to force himself on Ling Kemiao.

Despite his disdain for the arrogant woman, Changshun couldn't in good conscience ignore her plight.

He gave the door a forceful kick, hoping to break it down, but it was to no avail.

"Idiot, that's a security door. You won't be able to kick it open, you know?"

The belle's voice echoed in his head once more.

"What am I supposed to do then? I need to save her urgently."

"Sigh! You're struggling to save yourself, yet you're always thinking about others..."

"Enough talk. Is there a way or not?"

"Hey! Isn't that glass?"

Changshun smacked his forehead in realization.

Of course, glass would be easier to break than a door.

He grabbed a fire extinguisher and hurled it at the glass pane.

It required considerable effort, but the glass shattered.

Changshun, unconcerned about the jagged edges, leaped through and seized the brute who was about to defile Ling Kemiao, hurling him against the wall.

Changshun's strength was remarkable; he flung Lee Xian into the corner, leaving him dazed and confused.

"Who dares to interfere with my plans?"

Lee Xian, nursing a sore head, got to his feet, spewing curses.

Changshun steadied Ling Kemiao.

"Are you alright, Miss Ling?"

With the stockings removed from her mouth, Ling Kemiao was able to speak, but she was visibly shaken and unwell.

"I'm so hot," Ling Kemiao murmured, her hands still bound, which left her no choice but to twist her body instinctively.

Changshun, despite his self-control, couldn't help but react to the enticing view before him, and blood gushed from his nose. He quickly averted his gaze.

At that moment, Lee Xian was poised to strike Changshun's head with a trophy. Changshun caught sight of the attack, delivered a punch to Lee Xian's nose, snatched the trophy, and knocked him out with it. Silence ensued as Lee Xian collapsed, unconscious.

Now, Changshun could finally turn his attention to Ling Kemiao. "Miss Ling," he addressed her.

With flushed cheeks and a dazed expression, Ling Kemiao was too disoriented to respond, managing only a low moan.

Feeling the heat rise in his own body, Changshun nervously swallowed. "Your hands," he said.

"Oh, let me help you with that," he offered, gallantly turning away as he untied her binds.

Once free, Ling Kemiao immediately sat up and lunged at Changshun. Caught off guard, he stumbled and fell, with her landing on top of him. His back throbbed from the impact, having unwittingly become a human cushion for the woman now astride him.

Disheveled and feeling like she was burning up, Ling Kemiao was desperate to strip away her clothes and quench her overwhelming desire.

Changshun, trying to maintain his composure, had a clear view of Ling Kemiao's ample chest. The two white mounds seemed to beckon him.

"Miss Ling, could you please get off? I..." he started to say.

But Ling Kemiao was single-minded, intent on satisfying the void within her. Her hands roamed Changshun's body until they found the little soldier. Despite the heat of the moment, the little soldier remained limp, showing no sign of the inappropriate thoughts that might have arisen.

Dissatisfied with the lack of response, Ling Kemiao's hands continued to knead and roam restlessly.

Changshun was a man, and it was impossible for him not to respond to a woman's advances like that.

As his mouth became parched and his body grew increasingly uncomfortable, his rationality teetered on the brink of collapse.

"I can't hold back any longer."

With a swift movement, he rolled over and pinned Ling Kemiao beneath him.

Leaning in for a kiss, their lips drew nearer and nearer.

Impatient with his slow pace, Ling Kemiao took the initiative, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down with a firm tug.

Their kiss, fueled by longing, seemed to spark a foray into uncharted territory, prompting Changshun to unwittingly take the lead, eager to explore further delights.

"Stop!"