The time of the city

Chapter 195 Banquet 3

After Mo Yu went upstairs, she saw Ni Jiamu half-leaning on the sofa behind the half-open door of the first room. She pushed the door open with force.

"It's you..." Before she could finish her words, Mo Yu noticed that something was wrong with Ni Jiamu.

He leaned on the sofa, half-closed his eyes, his face was unusually flushed, his breathing was rapid and heavy, he had unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and his exposed collarbone looked particularly sexy under the light.

Mo Yu stepped forward and touched Ni Jiamu's forehead: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"

Ni Jiamu suddenly opened his eyes, with strong lust in his eyes. He stretched out his arms and pulled Mo Yu into his arms. Then, his hot lips pressed against her without warning.

Mo Yu was shocked and panicked. She pushed him away with all her might and said anxiously, "You...you are sick. I'll go find someone!"

She rushed to the door anxiously and pulled the door handle, but found that it could not be opened. She tried several times but still could not open it.

Mo Yu slammed the door with both hands: "There's someone else inside, why is the door locked? Open it quickly!"

At this moment, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly hit her, her head began to feel heavy, her legs became so soft as if they had lost bone support, and her whole body was shaky.

Suddenly, she felt a heat coming from behind. It was Ni Jiamu hugging her tightly from behind. Their bodies pressed tightly together, and Mo Yu could clearly feel Ni Jiamu's scorching body temperature. At this moment, her own body was also surging with heat from the inside out.

"Let me go, don't hug me." Mo Yu used her soft hands to pry Ni Jiamu's arms away from her.

"Xiaoyu, I feel so hot and uncomfortable." Ni Jiamu carried Moyu to the bed.

In the chaos, Mo Yu used up the last bit of her rationality and said, "Brother, we've been drugged. Wake up!"

Ni Jiamu's breathing was disordered, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable desire: "Xiaoyu, I love you so much. Can we be each other's antidote?"

Before he could finish his words, his kiss descended upon her again like a violent storm. Mo Yu subconsciously struggled, pushing against Ni Jiamu's chest with both hands, but under the influence of the drug, her movements were weak and powerless, and her futile struggle seemed to contain a hint of complacency.

Ni Jiamu's kiss was scorching hot, moving from Mo Yu's lips to her cheeks and neck. His hands were trembling slightly due to the passion and the effects of the drugs, and he groped eagerly and chaotically.

Mo Yu's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her already weak legs completely lost the strength to support them under Ni Jiamu's tight embrace.

As the clothes slipped off quietly, the two sank in confusion. On the bed, their figures blended together. In this madness with no end in sight, the boundaries between them disappeared in a blur and heat.

The air in the room seemed to be on fire, filled with suffocating heat.

Outside the window, the night was deep, quietly concealing everything that happened in the house, leaving only an ambiguous atmosphere spreading wantonly in the air.

At the brilliantly lit banquet, He Qingqing found herself among the bustling crowd downstairs. All around her were elegantly dressed figures, a bustling clatter of voices, and the sound of people's laughter and the clinking of glasses resonated in a luxurious and lively symphony.

He Qingqing was wearing a gorgeous purple dress. In this bustling scene, she was like a mysterious violet blooming in the dark night, breathtakingly beautiful.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the staircase, and a charming smile slowly formed on her lips. As she gently shook her head, the tassel earrings on her ears swayed gracefully.

Her slender fingers, like green onions, grasped a crystal-clear red wine glass and slowly raised it to her lips. She narrowed her eyes slightly, opened her red lips slightly, and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.

A trace of wine slid quietly down the corner of her mouth. "The fun is about to begin, Mo Yu, Ni Jiamu. This is the gift I carefully prepared for you."

She whispered softly, and although her voice was soft, it revealed an unmistakable coldness in this noisy environment.