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Others nodded in agreement, and the car started, heading to a hotel.

In fact, Chi Yao had some concerns. What if these people didn’t go to Fu Rong’s hotel? But it turned out they didn’t disappoint him—they actually went to that very hotel.

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Borrowing a Seed – I Want to Sleep with Someone

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Placed on the bed, Chi Yao wouldn’t have allowed these dirty hands to touch him while conscious if it weren’t for the goal of finding that man.

Even though his previous life ended miserably, dying in a hospital and having his body unclaimed for a long time, that didn’t mean his temperament had improved. On the contrary, Chi Yao was now even more irritable and short-tempered. Who knows how much suffering he had endured.

As soon as he found the person, he would make sure to break the hands of everyone here, not letting a single one escape.

Someone began pressing down on Chi Yao, emitting obscene laughter as they violently tore at his clothes. Soon, more people joined in. His clothes were ripped off, and Chi Yao heard gasps of astonishment. His clothing was expensive enough to fund these people’s bar trips for a while.

They even took the watch off his wrist, and then their eyes fell on his diamond earrings, trying to pry them off.

“Damn, who is this guy exactly?”

“Doesn’t seem ordinary, does he?”

“Who cares? Even if he’s the emperor himself, here with us, he’s just for us to play with.”

“Careful with his stuff, don’t rip his pants.”

As someone unbuckled his belt, Chi Yao’s fingers, resting by his side, twitched slightly. Everyone’s attention was on his body, so they didn’t notice his subtle movement.

“What are you in such a hurry for? I haven’t even turned on the camera yet. Move aside.”

The leader of the group, holding a camera, aimed it at Chi Yao’s face, carefully recording every detail of his handsome, alluring features. The camera slowly moved downward, almost touching his exposed body.

“Hands off, let me get a good shot first.”

“If you can’t wait, just go deal with yourselves,” the leader barked, kicking one of his men out of the way to clear his path.

“Damn, this guy has a great body. He even has abs!”

“He looked thin with his clothes on. I thought he was just some soft pretty boy, but he’s actually well-built.”

“Step back. Your stench is bothering me.”

Chi Yao had sprayed a bit of cedarwood cologne on himself, a scent that stirred up lust when inhaled.

His waist was tight, and his body proportions were perfect, like the golden ratio come to life. He was far more stunning than any model on magazine covers.

“Could he really be a celebrity?”

If he was, they’d hit the jackpot. Imagine sleeping with a celebrity! That would be a huge bragging point.

Even if he wasn’t, he was covered in high-end luxury brands. Filming a video and keeping it for future threats meant they could call him whenever they wanted.

This was a no-risk, all-gain business.

“Someone, get his pants off.” The leader, with a twisted, evil grin, motioned for his men to come over.

One of them was already itching to go, practically rubbing his hands in anticipation, waiting for the go-ahead.

“This guy’s a top-tier catch!” One of them groped Chi Yao’s abs, licking his fingers in anticipation, desperate to ravage him.

Just as they were about to rip off his pants, there was a loud, urgent knock on the door from outside.

“Who the hell is it now?” the man with the camera cursed.

“Could it be another fire, like last time?” one of the men with shifty eyes whispered.

“No way it’s that much of a coincidence. They probably knocked on the wrong door. Don’t open it,” the leader grumbled, filled with lust that only Chi Yao could extinguish.

The knocking grew louder, almost as if the door was about to break down.

“You, go open the door.” The leader ordered one of his henchmen, then turned to see another one leaning in to kiss Chi Yao.

The leader kicked him again, shouting, “Are you crazy?”

“Boss, this guy is so good-looking. I’ve never seen anyone prettier. After this, can I be his boyfriend?”

“You’re gonna assault him and then be his boyfriend? You’re really dreaming.”

The leader slapped him across the face, snapping him out of his fantasy.

The one who went to open the door pulled it open, ready to curse out whoever was outside. But as soon as he saw the tall man standing in the doorway, his words died in his throat. The man’s face was cold and handsome, and his expression was one of indifference. His gaze briefly swept over the man at the door before moving past him to look into the room.

Inside, there were several people, and on the bed lay Chi Yao, his clothes nearly torn off, with only his pants barely covering him.

The man walked into the room, and the one who opened the door froze, unable to move. Even breathing seemed to stop. The man didn’t say a word, but his cold glance alone was enough to paralyze him, sending chills down his spine.

His throat felt blocked, and he couldn’t warn the others. Instead, he stepped aside, allowing the man to enter the room.

Everyone in the room knew who this man was. One of the reasons they even hung around this hotel was because of his business ties to the place. But none of them expected him to show up here.

The leader, sensing the strange tension in the room, turned around. Before he could see who had entered, a fist slammed into his stomach, breaking two of his ribs instantly.

He let out a scream of pain, doubling over like a shrimp. The man grabbed his hair, yanked it down, and delivered another knee strike before releasing him, leaving the leader convulsing on the floor.