Chapter 42: Please Behave, Mr. Qiao! (Part 3)

Xia Yanxi rolled her eyes almost instantly. These men and women, dressed to impress in a grand yet borderline illicit establishment, were so brazen in their behaviour.

She turned to Qiao Yanli, hoping to express her protest against the absurdity of the notion. She did not expect to see the man staring at her the entire time. His onyx-like eyes pierced right through her, like a powerful magnetic force; drawing in and swallowing her whole.

She averted her gaze, albeit awkwardly, and whispered to him, “I don’t feel like playing this game. Find yourself some other girl.”

The moment she expressed her dislike, the man tensed up. His face twisted from a calm and composed nature, to that of blatant discontent. His arms came swooping around her. He pulled her in close and whispered into her ear, “if you ever suggest that I seek another woman, believe me when I say I will kiss you until you give in.”

Xia Yanxi could see the faint dark glint in his black eyes. Both her eyebrows lifted and she retorted, “Qiao Yanli, don’t push it.”

He should have considered it lucky for her to agree to meet with his friends. Now, he was asking her to participate in such a disgusting game?

Qiao Yanli did not pull away. Instead, he tapped the tip of her nose with his and whispered with a voice so low that only she could have possibly heard it.

“Mrs. Qiao, your husband is amongst his brothers. Can you please agree to do what he says? Give me some face, mhmmm?”

That last syllable, the hum, was purposely lengthened. It was deep, bassy, and extremely attractive. When Qiao Yanli pulled his face away from hers, Xia Yanxi could see the longing in his eyes. It felt weird, like she had fallen under his spell, when she nodded in response.

She was sulking the whole time, even when the ping pong ball had been shoved into her hands. She had her fair share of meeting other men as blatantly conceited as he was but no one was able to spellbound her as he did.

He just sat there, like a dignified statue. The unwavering focus of his eyes glinted with a hint of delight. On his face was, as it always was, an indiscernible smile, but on a sharp jaw that seemed to have softened considerably. No matter how she saw it, the man was even more attractive when he was being conceited.

The race had four participants; Qiao Yanli was with Xia Yanxi, Fu Yan, Chu Muzhi, and Qiu Shaoze were with their own female partners. Before the game could start, somehow, Chu Muzhi had managed to get the manager of the Red Rose to be the judge.

The man whistled and the game started. Xia Yanxi was obviously slower than the other girls then. She took the ball and tried her best to squeeze it through the bottom entrance of his left pants. The weather was not that cold yet, so the man was only wearing silk-woven black slacks. While she was pushing the ball up the man’s thigh, her fingers would occasionally graze the man’s skin. The sensation of her fingers, heated up due to her being nervous, felt like hot rod searing against his skin.

By the time the ball had reached his inner thigh, Xia Yanxi realized that she had to maneuver the ball around his private parts. Embarrassed, the girl paused for what felt like an eternity until the man bent down and whispered hoarsely, “It’s just a game. Don’t overthink it.”

Xia Yanxi scoffed, trying to cover up the fact that she was ashamed.

“Who’s overthinking it…” she snarled.

She prepared herself and closed her eyes. Blinded momentarily, she pushed the ball further, feeling each bump as it went through the forbidden region.

Like a spark igniting an explosion, the man reacted instantly as his manhood hardened rapidly, and she could feel it grazing her fingers.

Shocked, her hand retracted. The ball was caught in between the center cut, and when her hand was removed, the ball dropped back out of the left exit. At the same time, the others had already finished the race.

The race was over and the loser had been decided. Qiao Yanli and Xia Yanxi had lost.

“Alright. The losing team will be punished to do a cross-armed toast!” Chu Muzhi exclaimed. Just then, he turned to Qiao Yanli, passing him the bottle of overly-priced red wine, when he spotted a tent on his pants. Like a “eureka” moment, he bellowed, “HOLY F—! Second Brother has an erection!”

The already embarrassed Xia Yanxi saw something that she had never seen before. The man, whose skin was fairer and smoother than any other girl, was blushing. Seeing as how the constantly stoic man could actually blush, a smile involuntarily appeared from the corner of her lips.