250: Playing with Feelings? Count Me Out.

Playing with Feelings? Count Me Out.

Clothes hit the floor, the black satin material emanating a soft, cold glow under the room's lighting, even the rapidly rising temperature in the room could not warm up the cold aura on its surface.2

Without any awkwardness or shame, everything came together naturally. Those memories deep within Yan Qingsi came rushing out in waves.

Three years ago in a hotel, the interactions between two individuals flashed before her eyes ever so clearly.

The most intimate exchange between man and woman was, without a doubt, happening right at that moment.

Yan Qingsi held on to Yue Tingfeng. Her nails beautifully manicured, painted jet black, giving off an enchanting feel. As her nails slid across Yue Tingfeng's back, it left behind streaks of crimson marks. Her nails were sharp, her grip strong. Hints of blackish-red blood oozed.

Yan Qingsi raised her head and gazed at the chandelier above her. The ceiling was not high for apartment units like this, but at that moment, she felt like the chandelier seemed very distant.

Beads of sweat from Yue Tingfeng's forehead dripped onto the bedsheets. It felt good to finally get it after lusting for such a long time. However, what he originally thought to be sufficient to satiate his appetite… why did it turn out to be insufficient? What was missing?

Yan Qingsi pushed Yue Tingfeng aside and sat at the bedside. Opening the drawer, she took a cigarette out of its box and lit it. Through the flickering lights of the cigarette surrounded by smoke, Yan Qingsi's face flushed seductively. She shimmered through the thin veil of smoke and appeared nymphlike. 

Yan Qingsi finished the cigarette in silence then said to Yue Tingfeng, "I owe you a few favors and took advantage of you multiple times. Thank you for not making a fuss over these matters. Ever since I returned to this country, it is only with your help that I am able to maintain a foothold in the entertainment industry. You have my gratitude."

Yan Qingsi's voice was a little hoarse—as calm as still water. She sounded dead serious and sincere, yet it somehow stirred anxiety in Yue Tingfeng.

Yue Tingfeng pushed down his sense of unease, laughing. "What's wrong? Your conscience got the better of you?"

Yan Qingsi smiled lightly. "Yeah, my conscience did get the better of me."

Yan Qingsi snuffed out her cigarette in the ashtray then went into the bathroom for a shower.

Yue Tingfeng initially wanted to follow her into the bathroom but decided to stay back. He thought that he should carefully think through Yan Qingsi's words earlier. What was the meaning behind it? Why did he feel that… something was wrong?

Water flowed from the shower, washing through her exhausted body. Yan Qingsi washed away the stains on her bit by bit. With a change of clothes, she exited the bathroom with dripping wet hair.

Yan Qingsi put on her shoes, stood beneath the lamp and said, "From now on, we are both purely employer and employee."

Yue Tingfeng's expression darkened. "What is the meaning of this? You better make yourself clear."

Yue Tingfeng was greatly troubled. He felt as though he was trying to hold on to a handful of sand yet despite his best efforts, the grains were slipping through the gaps between his fingers.

"Is this not what you wanted? I gave you that. With this, we can call it even."

Yan Qingsi's newfound trust in Yue Tingfeng was shattered to pieces the moment she saw Helan Fangnian. Indeed, men cannot be trusted, the only one that she could trust was herself and no one else.

She did not throw a tantrum at Yue Tingfeng, instead, she was very calm. She just felt that there was no reason for them to remain endlessly tangled up together in this.

Yue Tingfeng's gaze suddenly hardened. "You wish! Calling it even? Yan Qingsi, what makes you think you can bargain with me?"

Yan Qingsi reached for the door, looked around and threw a shallow smile at Yue Tingfeng. "If you want a relationship between adults, I'm all for it. If you're playing with feelings, please count me out."

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