10: Chapter 10 Special Compensation Methods

"So smooth?"

Zhang Qi raised an eyebrow, looking at the flushed woman with dazed eyes in his arms, feeling somewhat surprised.

Honestly speaking, facing such a delicate beauty, it would be a lie to say he had no thoughts about her.

It's human nature for a man, not to mention that this woman is his ex-girlfriend's cousin.

Out of a desire to take revenge on Sun Qianwen, combined with a man's basic instincts, he did harbor some wicked intentions.

But his main goal tonight was still to grind the system's rebates.

Buying wine to grind money was the top priority; as for having Sun Yiyao accompany him for drinks, that was just a bonus he picked up along the way.

He knew very well that the initiative had always been in Sun Yiyao's own hands.

It was she who coveted that commission of a few thousand yuan, pouring glass after glass into her stomach.

If this woman really drank herself into a stupor and became unconscious, Zhang Qi would actually lose interest.

What's the point of doing it with an unconscious blow-up doll?

Furthermore, forced melons aren't sweet, and it's easy to end up in jail.

He now holds a god-level system, his bright life has just begun, and it's not worth taking risks for a little lower-body satisfaction.

But the development of events took a turn he hadn't anticipated.

Sun Yiyao slipped, not only throwing herself into his arms but also smashing that bottle of 26,000-yuan romanée-conti into pieces.

Well, that's great.

A woman so poor she couldn't even pay rent, faced with a massive compensation of 26,000, saw her defenses instantly collapse.

She directly and proactively offered to compensate him in a special way.

Zhang Qi lowered his eyelids, his gaze unscrupulously sizing up the woman in his arms.

The distance was too close.

Close enough to clearly see the fine down on her face and smell the hot, wine-scented breath she exhaled during her rapid breathing.

Because of the fall, the collar of her already tight white shirt had completely opened up.

A large expanse of dazzling snow-white skin jumped into his view without any concealment, the deep cleavage rising and falling with her panting.

Her hip-hugging skirt had rolled up slightly, and her thighs, wrapped in black silk, pressed tightly against his pant legs, transmitting shocking heat and softness through the fabric.

This woman was truly a lethal beauty.

Zhang Qi's arm holding her slender waist didn't loosen; instead, he tightened it a bit with a wicked sense of humor.

"How do you want to compensate me?"

He asked, knowing the answer, his tone carrying a hint of casual teasing.

Sun Yiyao only felt a buzzing in her head.

The man's aura enveloped her completely.

The powerful hand on her waist felt like a branding iron, scalding her until her whole body went limp.

She had only gathered the courage to say those words because of the alcohol.

Now, being asked so bluntly by Zhang Qi, her last remaining shred of shame instantly surged up.

Her cheeks felt like they were burning.

She bit her red lower lip hard, not daring to look up into Zhang Qi's eyes at all.

"Just... just..."

Sun Yiyao stammered, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, wishing she could die from shame and anger.

As a chaste young woman, how could she bring herself to say those kinds of words clearly?

"Just what?"

Zhang Qi was unrelenting, even deliberately lowering his voice; his magnetic tone was exceptionally clear in the quiet living room.

Just when Sun Yiyao felt she was about to be driven crazy by this ambiguity and shame.

An abrupt knock on the door sounded again.

"Bang, bang, bang."

It was the local delivery person who had brought the 58,800-yuan Mouton wine, urging them from outside.

This knocking sounded like music to Sun Yiyao's ears.

Zhang Qi couldn't be bothered to continue teasing this frightened little rabbit.

He lowered his head slightly, his lips almost touching Sun Yiyao's small, rounded earlobe.

His warm breath hit her neck.

"Go wait for me in the master bedroom."

"I'll come find you after I get the wine."

The low voice drilled into her ear, and Sun Yiyao shuddered violently.

Images of what might happen next uncontrollably flooded her mind.

Her delicate body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Zhang Qi didn't force her to say the unspeakable words in her heart out loud again.

He released his hand from Sun Yiyao's waist.

Sun Yiyao felt as if she had been granted amnesty and nodded frantically.

She propped herself up on the sofa armrest, standing up with some difficulty.

As soon as she took a step, her weak legs almost caused her to fall again.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to stay calm, and walked toward the master bedroom with soft, unsteady steps, as if fleeing.

Pushing open the master bedroom door.

Sun Yiyao reached out and turned on the wall switch.

The cool-toned light spilled over the entire room.

She leaned against the door panel, panting heavily, her heart still pounding wildly in her chest.

After calming down a little, her gaze began to survey the room.

This was the master bedroom where her cousin Sun Qianwen had slept for over a year.

Although Sun Qianwen had packed up her things when she left, the room still retained too many traces of her life.

On the vanity, there were still a few used makeup remover pads that hadn't been thrown away in time.

On the bedside table sat the aromatherapy diffuser that Sun Qianwen usually loved to use.

Even the wardrobe door wasn't closed tightly, and inside hung a few old clothes that Sun Qianwen didn't care for and was too lazy to take away.

In the air, there seemed to still be the scent of the perfume her cousin often used.

Looking at all this, a sudden surge of intense panic welled up in Sun Yiyao's heart.

But beneath this panic, an indescribable and extremely strong sense of excitement sprouted.

Could it be... tonight, she was going to be in this room.

On this bed that her cousin had slept in.

With her cousin's husband...

Although they had already broken up.

But all things considered, they had only broken up less than two hours ago.

Just as she felt the extreme excitement and sense of immorality intertwining, making her whole body feel increasingly hot.

The master bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Zhang Qi was carrying the beautifully packaged Mouton wine in his hand and locked the door behind him with his other hand.

With a soft click.

Zhang Qi's gaze fell on Sun Yiyao, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

The aftereffects of the alcohol had fully kicked in, and Sun Yiyao's seductive appearance at this moment was simply soul-stealing.

Two buttons of her tight white shirt had popped open, and a large expanse of snowy skin rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

Her hip-hugging skirt was rolled up to an extremely dangerous height, and her shapely legs, wrapped in black silk, were pressed tightly together.

Her delicate and charming face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and her moist, peach-blossom eyes looked at him in a dazed and helpless manner.

Seeing this sight, the frustration Zhang Qi had suffered from Sun Qianwen during this time, along with the lustful fire stirred up by this beauty tonight, finally exploded completely in an instant.

He casually placed the wine, worth over 50,000 yuan, on the small table by the bed.

He took a stride, bringing with him an oppressive masculine aura, and approached her with large steps.

Watching the man pouncing like a beast, Sun Yiyao felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Her body went limp, and she collapsed completely onto the soft bed.

Her long eyelashes trembled violently as she closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate.