lcionline Chapter 432 Is it you?
Chapter 432 Is it you?
It was rush hour, and the elevator was packed. I didn't dare take the risk, so I had to take the stairs. Fu Sihan's weight was almost entirely on me, and each step down was extremely difficult. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and he groaned in pain from time to time. "Almost there, Sihan, hold on a little longer." I gritted my teeth and encouraged him, sweat already soaking my back.
After finally running to the underground parking lot, I helped Fu Sihan into the car. Seeing Fu Sihan's face flushed, I said, "Sihan, can you be patient for a while? We'll go to the nearest hotel right away.
I started the car, the tires screeching as we sped out of the underground parking lot. Fu Sihan was in the passenger seat, his body twisting uncontrollably, his shirt buttons undone, revealing his flushed skin. His rapid breathing, like heavy drumbeats, pummeled my frayed nerves.
"Sihan, hold on, we'll be there soon." I gripped the steering wheel with one hand and reached out with the other to grab his burning hand. Fu Sihan grabbed me tightly with his backhand, and I was so scared that I quickly pulled over to the road. Seeing his bloodshot eyes and the unbearable heat, I knew he couldn't handle the effects of the drug, but we were on the road, it was too dangerous.
Just when I was stunned, Fu Sihan's hot lips pressed down with scorching temperature. My mind went blank. Fu Sihan's kiss was full of heat, making me feel numb and tingling. Just when he was about to take the next step, I stopped him.
"Sihan..." I turned my head with difficulty, my rapid breathing mingling with his. His hot fingertips slid down my neck, carrying uncontrollable desire. I gritted my teeth and pushed him away, my hands trembling slightly from the force. "No, Sihan, this is the road!"
Fu Sihan's eyes were blurry, his hair was wet with sweat, and he was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently. I took a deep breath, suppressed my panic, restarted the car, and sped towards the hotel.
The neon lights outside the car window flashed by quickly, but the atmosphere inside the car became increasingly tense. Fu Sihan's hand reached out uncontrollably again, and I hurriedly grabbed his wrist. "Hold on, Sihan, we'll be there soon!" My voice trembled slightly, and I couldn't tell whether it was nervousness or some other emotion.
Finally, the hotel sign appeared before my eyes. I parked the car at the entrance, jumped out without even turning off the engine, and opened the passenger door. Fu Sihan practically collapsed on top of me, his scorching heat radiating through my clothes. With great effort, I carried him and stumbled into the hotel lobby.
The lobby manager walked quickly across the Persian carpet, his black suit gleaming coldly. When he saw Fu Sihan in my arms, his pupils constricted. His gaze darted back and forth between us, finally settling on my wrinkled cleaning uniform, his brow furrowed. At that moment, I freed one hand and, trembling, pulled my black gold card from my pocket. The metal gleamed coldly under the light, and I slapped it against the marble countertop with a "snap."
"Get me a room! As quickly as possible!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing in the empty lobby. The lobby manager's face turned pale, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his expression changed from initial disgust to horror, and then quickly turned to flattery.
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry!" he said, motioning the staff beside him to quickly handle the formalities. "I'll arrange a top-floor presidential suite for you right away!"
Two concierges hurried over, pushing a wheelchair, and we worked together to help Fu Sihan into the elevator. The moment the elevator doors closed, Fu Sihan suddenly grabbed my wrist with astonishing force. His hazy eyes stared at me, his hot breath puffing on my face. "Wanting..." My heart trembled, not knowing whether it was his call or the unprecedented vulnerability in his eyes.
The suite's walnut door closed silently behind me. I asked the concierge to carry Fu Sihan to the bed, then turned to the lobby manager and said, "Contact the doctor immediately, and prepare ten buckets of ice and a case of mineral water!" The manager nodded rapidly, and even closed the door respectfully after leaving the room.
Fu Sihan writhed in agony on the bed, his hands tearing at his shirt. I rushed to the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and returned with a few towels. When I returned to the bed, Fu Sihan's gaze was fixed on me like a magnet. He suddenly sat up and pulled me into his arms.
Fu Sihan's hot lips moved across my neck, carrying the scorching heat of the drug. His fingers restlessly dug into my hair, holding me tightly in his arms. My mind went blank, and my heart beat as if it was about to burst through my chest.
His movements were covered in sweat, which made people feel inexplicably uneasy.
"Sihan..." I managed to squeeze out a sound, my hands instinctively pressing against his chest, trying to push him away. But his body was scalding hot, like a red-hot iron, and the heat from my fingertips almost melted my mind. He seemed completely deaf to my calls. He took off my clothes, and Fu Sihan found satisfaction in me, the desire in his eyes growing stronger and stronger.
He pressed his lips against mine, his scorching tongue thrusting forcefully into my body, a drug-induced heat and frenzy that stole my breath. My fingertips dug into his shoulders, but he seemed impervious to pain. His kisses were like a storm, his palm clasping the back of my neck, deepening the kiss, intensifying it. His tongue entwined with mine, a tingling sensation that made me unable to resist responding, responding to his fiery invasion. His breathing was heavy and ragged, his hot breath splattering against the side of my neck, stirring a shudder.
Until the effect of the medicine on Fu Sihan wore off and he fell into a sound sleep, I looked at the clothes scattered on the floor and buried my head in the quilt. No, I couldn't let him know that I went to the company. When I thought of this, I quickly put on my clothes, looked at him sleeping soundly, and quietly left the hotel.
When Fu Sihan woke up, he found the hotel empty. Was it really Wanting who had been there last night? Fu Sihan's head felt dizzy, his temples throbbing, and a hangover-like discomfort washed over him. He struggled to sit up, his eyes scanning the messy bed. The wrinkles in the sheets and the lingering warmth of his body spoke silently of the madness of the previous night. The seat beside him was already cold, and the entire suite was so quiet that he could only hear his ragged breathing.
"Wanting..." he called hoarsely, but only an empty echo answered him. Fu Sihan threw back the covers, and as he stood up, he caught a glimpse of scattered clothes on the floor. Suddenly, memories of last night flooded into his mind like a tide—Wanting's hazy eyes, her burning skin, and their intertwined breaths. He strained his brain, and it seemed that Li Jingyi had drugged him yesterday. Later, he seemed to see Wanting approach him.
Meanwhile, I had already arrived at the company and was still working as a cleaner. Wang Aihua came up to me stealthily and quickly pulled me aside and said, "205, where did you go yesterday? I couldn't find you when I was cleaning. Did you know that something big happened in the company?
I pretended to be clueless and asked in surprise, "What's wrong? What happened at the company? Did I miss something?"