136: Chapter 136 Bewitched

The young girl's body heat seeped through the thin fabric, carrying a raw nervousness and restrained compliance that made him, already slightly tipsy, feel even more stirred.

Every subtle shift in Yun Xiaoya's posture tickled his rising desire like a feather.

As the massage continued, Yun Xiaoya used the dim, yellowish light to get a clear look at Li Dakang's profile.

His sharply defined jawline and high, prominent nose bridge made him look much younger and more handsome than she had imagined.

This discovery allowed Yun Xiaoya's tense nerves to relax slightly, and her movements gradually became more fluid.

Her slender fingers slowly slid down Li Dakang's back, her fingertips feeling the texture of his firm muscles.

When she reached his waist, Yun Xiaoya suddenly realized the awkwardness of the position. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she hurriedly changed to a light, clenched-fist massage.

This awkward transition made her ears burn. She quickly adjusted her position, turning her back to Li Dakang's head, and shifted her focus to massaging his legs.

From his well-proportioned calves to his firm thighs, Yun Xiaoya's technique gradually became more skilled.

But when she inadvertently touched the inner part of his thigh, the expected reaction was slow to appear.

This left Yun Xiaoya both confused and inexplicably disappointed. Usual clients would have long since lost their restraint, but the man before her was as still as an old monk in meditation, his breathing steady and normal.

"Could it be that I lack charm?"

This thought flashed through Yun Xiaoya's mind.

She bit her lower lip, and her grip unconsciously tightened, her fingernails leaving a few faint red marks on Li Dakang's skin.

At this moment, Yun Xiaoya's fingertips suddenly paused as her supervisor's meaningful words surfaced in her mind: "Serve this distinguished guest well, and fifty thousand yuan will be credited to your account immediately."

This figure struck a heavy blow to her heart; it was exactly the final shortfall for her father's surgery fees.

Yun Xiaoya took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

Sliding nimbly off Li Dakang, Yun Xiaoya sat on the edge of the bed, her voice so soft it seemed it could drip water: "Sir, the back is done. Let me help you turn over."

Just as Li Dakang turned over, a ray of light happened to sweep across his face.

Only then did Yun Xiaoya see clearly how handsome the man before her was—with sword-like eyebrows and star-bright eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, and a jawline as firm as if carved by a knife.

Yun Xiaoya's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her fingertips curled up involuntarily.

She had originally thought she would have to submit to some pot-bellied, middle-aged man, but she hadn't expected someone so dashing.

This discovery caused her tense nerves to inexplicably relax slightly, and she even felt a hint of an indescribable flutter.

Li Dakang opened his eyes, bleary with drunkenness, and the sight before him made his breath hitch.

Under the dim light, the young girl's delicate features were as fine as a meticulous painting. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with moisture, her cherry lips slightly pursed, carrying a touch of timid allure.

He had originally thought the beauties in a place like this were nothing but common, vulgar powder, but he hadn't expected to find such a refined and ethereal stunner.

Yun Xiaoya's slender, jade-like fingers wandered over Li Dakang's chest, her fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure to his acupoints.

When she leaned over, her waterfall-like dark hair cascaded down, the tips brushing against his collarbone, carrying a faint, elusive scent of jasmine.

Even more lethal were her proud curves, which, with the massage movements, swayed a patch of snow-white before Li Dakang's eyes, like waves crashing against the shore under the moonlight.

In that split second, a careless movement from Yun Xiaoya happened to touch Li Dakang's most sensitive area.

This sudden stimulation caused his muscles to tense up instantly, and dangerous flames ignited in the depths of his eyes.

In the next second, Li Dakang grabbed Yun Xiaoya's slender neck, and with a swift roll, pinned her beneath him.

In the young girl's panicked pupils, his aggressive, leopard-like figure was reflected...

An old saying goes: "Lust is like a steel blade scraping the bones; alcohol is like poison piercing the intestines."

At this moment, Li Dakang had a visceral understanding of this saying.

After that momentary pleasure, he felt as if all his strength had been drained away, his fingertips too heavy to lift.

The dual impact of alcohol and desire made this man, usually so decisive and swift in his actions, experience for the first time what it meant to be powerless.

In the luxurious private room, only the faint sounds of their breathing remained, intertwining in the air.

Yun Xiaoya curled up to one side, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip until it turned white.

Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, as if her soul had been extracted from her body.

That transient encounter just now had no whispered sweet nothings, no tender affection; there was only the most primal desire and the coldest of transactions.

A single clear tear slid silently down her smooth cheek, staining a small, dark patch on the silk pillowcase.

She didn't even know the name of the man beside her, just as he would never understand what this night meant to her.

The moonlight outside the window filtered through the gauze curtains, cutting their figures into fragmented pieces, much like their equally shattered dignity and persistence at this moment.

As the drunkenness gradually faded, Li Dakang's consciousness slowly cleared.

He turned his gaze to Yun Xiaoya, who lay silent as a statue beside him; crystal-clear teardrops still hung on the young girl's tightly closed eyelashes, shimmering in the dim light like a pear blossom ravaged by a rainstorm.