Chapter 119: Exclusive Private Box

Chapter 119: The Private Suite

The music at the Morning Dragon Club began to swell, and the crowd on the dance floor started to sway. The employees under Huang Shan’s company, busy with their daily grind, rarely had the chance to let loose. They always looked forward to these collective company outings as a way to relax and relieve the pressures of work.

The CEO, Huang Shan, was not in the main hall. After sharing a couple of drinks with the staff, she headed straight for a small private suite—a space belonging exclusively to her and Ye Feng. It was a place filled with her most unforgettable memories and her most beautiful stories.

"Sister Shan, why are you only just arriving? I was almost about to run out and look for you." Seeing Huang Shan enter with a rhythmic sway of her hips, Ye Feng immediately greeted her with a grin. He took hold of her soft, delicate hand, savoring the increasingly intoxicating sensation of her touch. He felt a surge of delight.

Watching Ye Feng’s impatient, mischievous expression, Huang Shan couldn't help but offer a shy smile. This rogue never missed an opportunity to take advantage of her. Now that he had her hand firmly in his grip, it made walking rather difficult. She couldn't help but chide him, "You—can you let go of my hand? It’s hard for me to walk like this!"

"What’s the problem with that? You walk your way, and I’ll hold your hand. It doesn’t interfere with anything, does it? Wow, Sister Shan, your hands are becoming more delicate and smooth by the day. What is your secret? Wow!" Ye Feng stared at her with a look of feigned bewilderment. Tonight, Huang Shan wore a simple professional outfit that perfectly accentuated her poise as a woman of the business world.

Huang Shan felt like she might faint. How could he say it didn't interfere? It was one thing to hold her hand, but now he was constantly stroking it. She wasn't wearing any hand cream, so what was he trying to rub off? This bad boy—his touch was making her palm tingle.

Ye Feng locked the door to the suite, then pulled her soft, jade-like hand toward the leather sofa. As he sat down, he pulled her body into his embrace. Huang Shan was startled. "Ah! What are you doing?" Was this rascal planning to have his way with her right here on the sofa? At the thought, a mix of inexplicable nervousness and excitement stirred within her.

"Sister Shan, don't be so nervous. I’m not planning on doing anything, just holding you gently. Do you really think I’m that kind of rogue?" Ye Feng said with a look of wounded innocence, though his hands did not stop moving.

"You are exactly that kind of person—a rogue!" Huang Shan scolded him. "Ah, your hand—don't move! It tickles!" She realized then that his large hand was already wandering over her body, igniting a fire within her. This villain had claimed he wasn't a rogue just a second ago, yet here he was, acting like one.

"Hehe, what’s the harm in that? Wow, Sister Shan, I’ve discovered that your waist is getting softer and smoother. How do you keep it that way? Tell me!" Ye Feng asked with a hungry, playful look, as if he were an earnest student seeking knowledge.

Seeing him like this, Huang Shan couldn't help but burst into laughter. Why was this rascal asking such things? Someone who didn't know him might think he had a house full of beautiful wives and was asking for advice on how to manage them. "Why do you want to know?" In truth, there was no special method—just getting enough rest and beauty sleep.

Ye Feng gave a lecherous grin. "It has a major purpose, of course. For instance, if I find eight or ten wives in the future, I can help them sell cosmetics or something. Come on, Sister Shan, tell me!" With that, his hand gave her midriff a firm, lingering squeeze, which was truly intoxicating.

"Ah, you dead rogue! Let go of me!" Huang Shan wanted to find a hole to crawl into. This scoundrel only knew how to bully her, and now he was touching her most sensitive spot—her midriff. Didn't this villain know that it was one of the major forbidden zones for a woman?

"I won't let go unless you tell me your secret!" Ye Feng looked like a man who had his prey cornered, determined to get the answer. His hand began to slide further. *Wow, her waist is so delicate, and her midriff is truly flat. I wonder what those peaks above are like?* he thought wickedly.

Huang Shan felt faint. What was going on? She had no secret, and Ye Feng’s hands, wandering over her, were stirring a deep, burning desire within her. Though she wanted to push him away, she found she couldn't. Instead, she began to slowly yield to him.

Ye Feng was acutely aware of the changes in her body. Knowing exactly what she needed, he focused on her most sensitive spots, turning her initial resistance into a slow, rhythmic compliance. Seeing this, he smiled to himself and let his hand drift lower, toward a more alluring and mysterious place.

Imagining how enchanting she was, he knew she must be full of infinite temptation below. His own body caught fire, and a rigid protrusion pressed firmly against her hips. The contact made Huang Shan let out a soft moan, her face flushing bright red.

She knew exactly what was pressing against her, but she was stunned by his sheer intensity. The rogue’s "equipment" was truly intimidating. Ye Feng felt her body tremble and whispered into her ear, "Sister Shan, just tell me, will you?" He exhaled a hot breath against her skin.

The heat of his breath made her shiver, and her involuntary movement caused her hips to grind against him—which felt heavenly for Ye Feng. "Ah!" He couldn't hold back. Her hips were soft and incredibly sensitive. He felt as though his treasure had found its way into a secret, hidden cavern. It was pure bliss.

While Ye Feng was in heaven in the suite, Ma Long and the others patrolling outside were feeling uneasy. Based on Ye Feng’s previous deductions, the enemy was supposed to make a major move tonight, yet everything seemed perfectly quiet. Was Brother Feng wrong? In reality, everything was already unfolding in complete silence.