I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

The large bed enough to accommodate four or five people is placed on the inside with a frame, and the wool blanket is spread beside the bed and extends to the living room. There is a bright night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and two figures are reflected on the glass.

The woman pushed Yan Yiming down on the bed, knelt up and supported Yan Yiming with one hand and pressed on top of Yan Yiming. She sank slightly and sat on Yan Yiming's lap, stretched out her hand and slowly opened the tie of the shirt.

"Who asked you to come?"

The question was a bit inexplicable, but when I saw Yan Yiming's gentle smile, I couldn't figure out what this man was thinking.

Yan Yiming gently clasped the woman's chin: "Manager?"

The woman lowered her eyes in response.

The hand pinching the woman's chin exerted a slight force, and the woman followed Yan Yiming's hand and lowered her body, as if lying on Yan Yiming's body.

The voice next to my ear was gentle and magnetic: "Did the manager tell me about some of my quirks?"

The woman was taken aback, thinking that Yan Yiming had virginity complex.Just when I was about to explain, I heard Yan Yiming's bored and indifferent voice: "I like to be tied up, and I use props to torture people to death, so many bedmates died on my bed."

Let go of the hand that was clasping the woman's chin, and seeing the woman's dull expression without any surprise, Yan Yiming put his hand behind his head: "So, do you want to try it too?"

"No..." Subconsciously, it was too late when I wanted to run.

Yan Yiming pulled off the tie and tied the woman's hands and feet tightly, frowning, pinched the woman's chin and stuffed a towel into her mouth.

"Young Master Yan...no..."

When going out, Yan Yiming glanced at the time, it was only seven o'clock in the evening, smiled and asked the front desk staff of the hotel to have the room cleaned at eight o'clock in the morning, and then went to the bar.

The manager stood at the door, watching Yan Yiming ignore him and go straight into the bar, feeling a little uneasy.

Followed behind Yan Yiming, watched Yan Yiming sit at the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

I didn’t receive any notice beforehand, and the manager didn’t clear the venue. I saw a few girls running over to strike up a conversation with Yan Yiming. When I rushed over, I heard those girls asking Yan Yiming “how much is it?”, and my heart skipped a beat. His voice lacked confidence: "Second Young Master..."

"Yeah." Yan Yiming put his hands on the bar and took a sip of wine in his mouth, then swallowed slowly: "Since when did the Yan family start this kind of business?"

Although the Yan family buys and sells people, they are all one-off, and they never take people to the bar for massage or reuse them.

Smiling, Yan Yiming asked, "How much do you think I'm worth?"

The manager lowered his head and breathed heavily, not daring to say a word.The music in the bar was loud, but he seemed to be able to only hear Yan Yiming's voice, which expanded in circles in his mind.

"A dozen people are making noise under your nose and you pretend not to see it. What kind of benefits are they doing to you?" Yan Yiming grabbed the cup and shook it gently, looking at the melted ice cubes in the wine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

"Second Young Master, I didn't..."

"Are you waiting for the Yan family to send someone over, or confess to me now?"

Everyone in the Yan family knows that the most ruthless person in the Yan family is the youngest of the Yan family.Compared to the senior members of the Yan family, the person who spoke the most was the person in front of him.

In the end, the manager made a full confession, clearly explaining the person who contacted the source of the drug and the instigator behind the scenes.

Early in the morning, police officers received a case.

A female corpse was found in the presidential suite of a certain hotel. Her hands and feet were bound and she was suspected of being dead.

police station—

The hotel staff explained to the police that she was too impatient. She was terrified when she saw a person tied up and lying motionless on the bed. She thought the person was dead, so she called the police on the spot.

In the lounge, the woman's wrist was bruised and her eyes were red.Under Cong Jun's gentle coaxing, he finally cried aloud and told the truth about the incident, except that it was Yan Yiming who called her to the hotel, except that she delivered it to her door.

Cong Junyue's face darkened when he heard this, and he clenched the pen in his hand to record every word the woman said.

In the interrogation room, Yan Yiming put his legs on the table and quietly waited for Cong Jun to come.