Chapter 123 Hotel's Enchanting Madness

Not even two seconds after the message was sent,

He Yun's reply arrived,

accompanied by a shy kitten emoji.

Her tone hid a hint of bashfulness, yet also a touch of anticipation:

"That would be too thrilling,"

"Won't people see us?"

Lin Chen looked at the emoji,

unable to suppress a low chuckle.

He immediately replied with a lewd emoji,

his typing speed picking up a notch.

His tone was casual, even a bit cocky, yet certain:

"Heh, what are you thinking?"

"It's the middle of the night."

"Who would be staring up at a skyscraper for no reason?"

"Since we've made a date, we have to let loose a bit."

"Don't be so coy; it's no fun that way."

"I promise,"

"I'll let you experience a kind of pleasure you've never tasted before,"

"A different kind of passion,"

"I guarantee that after tonight, you'll be thinking of me every day."

The taxi drove steadily toward the Hilton Hotel,

streetlights flashing past the window one by one,

casting alternating light and shadow over Lin Chen's face.

He stared at his phone, his fingertips tapping the screen,

his eyes full of a playful, mischievous grin.

He muttered softly to himself:

"Wait for me,"

"Tonight will definitely satisfy you."

Already impatient in his heart,

he began to look forward to the night ahead.

On the other side, in a high-floor river-view room at the Hilton,

He Yun held her phone, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Lin Chen's few rogueish and explicit words on the screen—

she read them over and over again.

Her face was hot enough to fry an egg,

and her heart was in a total turmoil, feeling both itchy and restless.

"We can even do it like that?..."

She bit her lower lip, her eyes a bit glazed,

feeling both shy and panicked in her heart.

"This... this is too open..."

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz,

her fingertips unconsciously stroking the phone screen.

"It's... it's too embarrassing,"

"What if... what if someone really sees?"

But as soon as the thought emerged,

it was suppressed by another strong wave of anticipation.

Her throat moved as she swallowed,

her cheeks growing even redder,

and the small voice in her heart became clearer and clearer:

"But that... should be very stimulating, right?"

"Maybe... it will be very comfortable..."

She thought of those small desires she usually kept hidden deep in her heart,

those wanton thoughts she didn't dare speak of or act upon.

At this moment, they were hooked out by a single sentence from Lin Chen,

and she could no longer suppress them:

"That is what I want... what I've hidden for so long,"

"That kind of unrestrained need..."

As she thought,

He Yun's eyes gradually became misty,

the corners of her mouth unconsciously curling up.

Her whole being felt a bit floaty, and she actually became lost in self-intoxication.

Her mind was full of the scenes Lin Chen had described,

her heart beating so fast it felt like it would burst from her chest.

Even her breathing became a bit hurried,

and her fingertips grew slightly damp.

Just as she was immersed in her fantasies and unable to extricate herself,

the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong..."

The sound was crisp and urgent,

instantly pulling her back to reality.

He Yun's heart tightened.

She hurriedly tidied her hair and the hem of her clothes,

took a deep breath, and tiptoed to the door,

looking out through the peephole.

It was Lin Chen.

He was wearing a simple T-shirt, his figure tall and straight.

A hint of lingering rogueishness remained in his eyes.

He was staring at the peephole with a half-smile.

Her heart rate spiked again in an instant.

She quickly pulled the door open.

Her voice carried a faint, undetectable tremble and anticipation,

a shy smile plastered on her face:

"You're here!"

Lin Chen didn't speak.

He stared at her with a heavy gaze,

his eyes sweeping over her flushed cheeks and slightly trembling fingertips.

The desire in his eyes grew even thicker.

Lin Chen turned sideways and pushed his way in.

With a backhand "bang," he closed the door.

The force wasn't great,

yet it carried an irresistible dominance.

Before He Yun could react,

he grabbed her waist with both hands.

The pressure was just right.

Then, with a slight exertion of force,

he pushed her back against the wall next to the door.

One hand propped against the wall,

forming a perfect wall-slam pose,

trapping her firmly between himself and the wall.

He Yun let out a soft "ah" in surprise.

Just as she was about to speak,

Lin Chen lowered his head,

and his lips, carrying a burning heat,

covered hers directly.

There was no testing,

no gentle prelude,

only intense possessiveness and scalding passion.

His tongue arrogantly pried open her teeth,

entwining with hers.

He Yun's whole body went soft,

and she subconsciously raised her hands to wrap them around Lin Chen's neck,

responding to his kiss.

The two embraced passionately,

indulging in this sudden intimacy.

The entanglement of lips and teeth grew more intense,

their breaths interweaving,

not letting go for a long time.

Not until they were both out of breath

did Lin Chen slowly release her,

his nose nuzzling against hers,

his tone rogueish and a bit smug:

"What's the rush?"

He Yun leaned against the wall,

her chest heaving violently,

her cheeks so red they looked ready to drip blood,

her eyes misty.

Panting,

her voice was soft and carried a hint of coquettishness:

"Lin Chen,"

"You... you're too good at kissing..."

"I almost couldn't take it."

Lin Chen gave a low laugh,

reached out to pinch her chin,

his eyes full of playfulness,

his tone certain and a bit wicked:

"No rush, let's take a bath first."

"Once we're comfortable, we'll go to the glass window."

"Just follow the rhythm I planned, and I guarantee you'll be flying high."

He Yun bit her lip and nodded,

the shyness in her eyes gradually replaced by anticipation,

even her fingertips tingling with excitement.

She had already begun to look forward

to exactly what kind of sensation those thrills Lin Chen mentioned would be.

Everything proceeded step by step,

just as Lin Chen had designed.

The ambiguity in the bathtub,

the stimulation by the glass window with the river view reflecting their figures—

every moment was filled with ultimate pleasure.

He Yun completely let herself go,

throwing her usual restraint and shyness to the back of her mind,

indulging in this abandonment and passion.

She herself didn't even know

how many times she had reached the peak.

Exhausted, she sprawled on the floor by the glass window.

"I can't anymore, let me rest a bit."

Lin Chen looked at the large, wet stain on the carpet by the glass window.

A sense of psychological satisfaction and conquest welled up within him.

"Truly a woman made of water; I like it."

"Of all my women, you are the wettest..."

He Yun was still savoring it.

Last time, Lin Chen had shown her what a real man was.

Tonight,

Lin Chen had let her experience for herself,

"So that thing can actually be done this way."

"So open, so stimulating."

"So satisfying!..."

"No matter what, I must hold onto this man."

"It's too easy to fall in and be unable to extricate oneself."

"Even though I'm already 38 and don't quite match him standing by his side,"

"I have plenty of charm."

"And he likes my wet and stimulated look."

As she thought, her face turned red again.

"He might look for women closer to his age in the future, but I don't care."

"As long as I can have him."

Lin Chen didn't know that He Yun's self-persuasion at this moment had already helped him achieve the result he wanted.

They lingered in passion many times throughout the night.

Eventually, the two collapsed in exhaustion.

The next morning.

"Ring ring ring..."

Lin Chen's phone rang...

"Who's calling this early!"