I Love You At The Right Time

Claudia reaches for the roses handed over by Yu Zheng, lowers her head and sniffs them gently.

“Claudia, I, I like you, can you be my girlfriend?”

Roses are delightful and the man is nice.

Looking up, she smiles like a flower and stands on tiptoe to get close to Yu Zheng.

This intimate action makes the onlookers in the distance think that the confession is successful and cheer excitedly.

“No.”

Claudia sentences Yu Zheng to death in one word.

“Why, why?”

“Because…”

There are sounds of voices and fireworks burst in the air.

Claudia hooks her arm around Yu Zheng’s neck, moves close to his ear and whispers softly in a voice that only the two of them can hear： “I’m going sleep with another man today.”

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The 49 City, NT Hotel.

Claudia gets off the taxi and looks up at the hotel’s fluorescent night sign.

NT, namely nightmare.

Ironically, it is estimated that this night may be her eternal nightmare.

In the room 2048.

Pulling out a spare room card from her pocket, she swipes the card and opens the door.

As soon as she enters the door, she sees the ridiculously large bed. The sound of water flowing from the bathroom suggests that he is taking a bath.

Claudia sits down on the stool at the end of the bed, legs together, behaving herself without distractions.

After a while, the sound of water stops and the bathroom door opens with a crash.

She looks up and sees the man walking out with a white bath towel around his lower body.

Immediately stands up, Claudia respectfully calls, “Mr. Wen.”

Mr. Wen’s full name is Wen Wangshu, the chairman of the Wen’s family Group, who is a real powerful person in the 49 City, is her sugar daddy tonight.

Needless to say, his figure is good, not to mention his good looks, and the most important thing is his value, which is even better.

His almond－shaped eyes glances at Claudia, Wen throws the towel away, with which he wipes his hair, and comes over.

“Clau… di…” His voice is also extremely pleasant and magnetic.

“－a. Claudia” answers Claudia.

Wen looks at the girl in front of him with great interest, but the movement with his hands is not as soft as his expression.

His slender fingers falls on her collar and he is about to start work.

This posture is not like taking off her clothes normally.

“Mr. Wen, don’t…” Claudia reaches for Wen’s wrist, with her arched eyebrows slightly frowns.

“What? Since you sell yourself out, you must know the rules.”

“It’s not like that.” Claudia smiles at Wen’s sarcastic remarks. The smile is as bright as the sunshine in June and suddenly dazzles his eyes.

Gently pulling down Wen’s hands, Claudia takes her shirt off, throws it on the ground and reaches her hands behind her back to untie her underwear. “I mean, let’s be gentle and don’t act like you are raping me, don’t you think?”

In the last sentence, she nibbles at the last note, raises her brows. Wen looks at her and feels a warmth in his lower abdomen.

Holding her slender wrist, Wen throws her on the bed and neatly removes her clothes.

Lying obediently under the man, Claudia suddenly feels a little nervous and says as Wen bends over and kisses her neck, “Mr. Wen, this is my first time, can you…”

“Whose is not?”

The man who leans on her neck mumbles something, but Claudia doesn’t hear it very clearly. The next second, the pain of the tearing makes her exclaim.

“It, it hurt…”

When showing weakness properly can make you less injured, there is no need to be melodramatic.

With her white and slender arms wrapping around his neck, Claudia begs for mercy with expression of weakness.

Such weakness makes men feel pity and at the same time stimulates tyrannical factors in their bodies.

Intense sex lasts all night until the sky turns pale.

Claudia doesn’t know how many times they have had sex. In a daze, she only knows two things：

Father’s company YuanYang will be saved.

She also gets a 20 ％ stake in YuanYang.

Seven years later.

In the North country.

The bedside lamp reflects an ambiguity in the hotel room, in which the air conditioner is operating.

“No… let go of me.”

The black storm is getting worse and worse at the bottom of the almond－shaped eyes. The man’s throat gives out an unpleasant grunt, and his arm reaches out and accurately catches the woman’s ankle who wants to crawl away.