Chapter 79

The blind date ended unpleasantly.

After An Yinuo caught up to him, she still, as before, relied on her Taekwondo Black Belt strength to forcibly grab Song Mo's wrist.

She stubbornly seized Song Mo's hand, but he coldly wrenched it away.

An Yinuo's pale wrist was numbed by the force.

Overwhelming power.

Nothing like the Song Mo An Yinuo had known before—formerly, he had been merely an ordinary man's build; why had he become so powerful now?

Song Mo said coldly:

"An Yinuo, you're a girl—don't you have even a shred of dignity as a woman?"

"Pursuing me like this only brings shame upon yourself."

"Get lost!"

"You're yelling at me!"

An Yinuo was truly angry.

She felt both wronged and furious.

She chased after him again.

Song Mo walked away quickly.

She broke into a light run to follow him.

Song Mo was thoroughly fed up.

He reached the parking lot, opened the car door, and prepared to drive off and shake An Yinuo off.

But unexpectedly, An Yinuo slipped into the car during the brief moment when Song Mo opened the door.

Song Mo actually laughed bitterly.

"An Yinuo, you like playing games, do you?"

"Then let's see if you can afford to play."

Song Mo started the engine and slammed the accelerator straight toward a hotel.

After getting out of the car, Song Mo walked straight into the hotel.

At the same time, he glanced back at An Yinuo with a cold sneer.

"If you've got the guts, keep following me."

Unexpectedly,

An Yinuo really was a stubborn one.

Song Mo checked into a room.

And An Yinuo truly followed him into the room!

Song Mo suddenly turned around, staring at An Yinuo—who had been trailing him—with a fierce, menacing gaze.

"Do you think I'm easy to get along with?"

"Do you think I can't handle you?"

"I don't care either way—I might as well sleep with a free chicken."

"If I get in the mood later, I can record the whole thing."

"After all, you're the An Family's eldest daughter—post it online, let netizens savor the ultimate fine bran, see what a trillion-dollar chicken looks like."

Song Mo called her a chicken over and over.

His words were utterly vile.

Especially for An Yinuo, a young student with little worldly experience—the impact was overwhelming.

Her body went limp, nearly collapsing to the floor.

The insults spewing from Song Mo's mouth were utterly contemptuous.

But as An Yinuo heard them, besides intense shame, she felt something strangely peculiar.

It felt as if electricity surged through her body, tingling and numb.

Like she was drunk, unsteady on her feet.

She could clearly hear Song Mo's inner thoughts.

【I've scared her this much and she still won't leave? Hmph, still a naive little girl—just a spoiled rich heiress.】

An Yinuo believed Song Mo was a good person.

A good person wouldn't hurt her.

Especially since she liked Song Mo?

An Yinuo gritted her teeth hard in her heart.

I'm gambling!

I'm betting Song Mo won't actually do anything to me!

If I lose… fine, I'll just submit, marry Song Mo!

But she was still a virgin.

Her inner nervousness was written all over her face.

Even her movements were clumsy and aimless.

Song Mo grabbed An Yinuo's shirt and yanked her onto the bed, then stood beside it, looking down at her.

【Hmph, let's see how panicked you get.】

An Yinuo had heard Song Mo's inner thoughts, but at this moment, she was utterly panicked.

From his thoughts, it seemed Song Mo only wanted to scare her.

But when An Yinuo was really grabbed by Song Mo and roughly thrown onto the bed, her heart had already tangled itself into a complete mess.

Even though she clearly knew Song Mo wouldn't do anything.

But this feeling of being roughly handled.

This feeling of being dominated.

Still made her whole body burn with heat.

Like water in a kettle heated to 100 degrees, boiling over.

An Yinuo had no strength left.

She was thrown onto the bed by Song Mo, and from Song Mo's angle, An Yinuo had struck an extremely alluring pose.

One of her feet pressed flat against the floor, the big toe splayed wide with great force, leaving a gap that invited boundless imagination; the other foot was lifted up, the fair white stockings wrapping the tender foot, with the black leather shoe as the perfect outer foil.

The most unexpected thing was still her figure.

An Yinuo was not small in the chest—her cup size was a C—but no one had expected her bottom to be so perky as well, sticking up in a shape just like a heart.

Extremely eye-catching.

Because her figure was good, when she fell onto the bed, even without deliberately striking coquettish poses, every posture was brimming with youthful, natural charm.

Yet it still formed a graceful S-curve.

She really was adorable.

Just looking at a woman's body… or to use a more dignified term.

From the perspective of feminine beauty, An Yinuo was like an angel, yet also like a succubus—exuding every ounce of girlish innocence and romance, yet carrying a beguiling allure.

Beauty is pure, and it also invites crime.

But she is nineteen years old this year.

—Actually, it doesn't really count as a crime.

Song Mo felt his mouth go dry and his tongue parched.

But he could still endure. A practitioner of martial arts, though his fire of passion burns fierce, likewise possesses an unwavering will.

He could restrain himself.

An Yinuo was not only running a fever over her whole body, her face too seemed feverish; she lay in a daze with her eyes tightly shut, not daring to open them to look at Song Mo.

She had her back to Song Mo, feeling this posture was strangely awkward.

So she turned over and lay flat on the bed.

This way her chest felt so stuffy!

And on top of that, Song Mo could now see her flushed face directly!

An Yinuo opened her eyes and found Song Mo really was looking at her, and his breathing was somewhat rapid.

She felt very embarrassed.

Her face turned even redder.

Her breathing grew rapid along with it.

An Yinuo turned over again.

She faced away from Song Mo once more, using her bottom to proudly meet Song Mo's gaze.

An Yinuo had truly lost her head.

What confused her most was that she actually reached out and pulled a pillow over, placing it beneath her lower abdomen.

Although no one knew why she did this.

But for a man.

This gesture was undoubtedly saturated with sexual suggestion.

The place that had already been sticking up now jutted out even higher.

Song Mo's mouth was terribly dry.

【What does she mean? Does she really not fear that I'll take her? No, she's decided that once I take her I'll take responsibility? That's not right either—has this woman truly gone mad?】

Song Mo's thoughts also began to spiral into chaos.

At the same time he felt a surge of fury rising within him.

Did An Yinuo really think she had him wrapped around her finger?

That he was a pushover, so she could act without restraint?

What a joke!

Have you ever heard this saying!

Don't wrong a good girl, don't waste a bad girl!

A fast-food meal delivered to your door—why refuse what's free for the taking!

He would also let An Yinuo know that the consequences of provoking him were severe!

Song Mo's right hand pressed down on An Yinuo's shoulder, his left hand resting on her slender yet fleshy waist.

His right hand slid down in one motion.

Half a snow-white fragrant shoulder was revealed.

An Yinuo's body began to tremble.

Her soul quivered involuntarily as well.

But Song Mo suddenly let go, wrapped An Yinuo up in the blanket like a zongzi, and sneered: "If you're really running a fever, go get a couple of fever-reducing shots."

"I don't have time to play along with your nonsense!"

With that, Song Mo strode quickly out of the room, slammed the door shut, and left in a flourish.

(End of chapter)