Chapter 165

Arriving at the Moonlight Lounge, Lena considerately lowered the wheelchair and helped him onto it, then pushed him towards the private room.

Just then, her phone rang, and it was a message from Mr. H.

I was very happy and wanted to kiss you.

Lena's face suddenly became hot. This person, really, spoke too bluntly.

She didn't have time to reply to the other person's message, so she pushed Hunter into the private room. When she opened the door, she only then realized that Zander, Emmett, and Jordan were inside.

These four people seemed to gather frequently.

As a woman, she really didn't want to stay alone in the compartment.

Hunter seemed to notice her discomfort and said to her, "You go play outside."

This tone is like coaxing a child.

Lena didn't go to see Emmett either, after all, every time this person saw her, he would shout and threaten her, so after receiving Hunter's command, she immediately left the private room.

In the private room, Zander set down his glass and asked Emmett.

"What are some ways to please women?"

Emmett dug into his ear, thinking he was experiencing auditory hallucinations, "Say that again?"

Zander pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jordan raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink. "Just make her satisfied in bed, if she doesn't like it enough, then it means you didn't try hard enough."

This sentence seemed to prick Zander, and he started to argue with it.

Hunter had not spoken since entering the compartment and it was unclear what he was thinking.

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After Lena left the private room, she started wandering around by herself, and then her phone rang.

It's still Mr. H who sent it.

"Where were you?"

She smiled and sent the specific private room she was in away, while working and accompanying her immediate superior for socializing.

I came to find you.

Lena looked at the message, furrowing her brow. It wasn't that she didn't like him coming, but Moonlight Lounge had strict membership rules. If he was stopped at the door, would it be embarrassing?

She walked forward while lowering her head to continue replying.

But before the message could be sent, a hand suddenly reached out from the adjacent compartment and pulled her inside.

"Um!"

Before I had a chance to speak, I was already kissed.

He was wearing a thin shirt, and there was a delicate fragrance in the room.

She pushed people aside, panting heavily, unable to see his face, only able to hold his face in her hands.

"How did you come so quickly? You didn't secretly follow me when I sent you the message, did you?"

"Is it not possible?"

He answered confidently, sensing her indulgence.

Lena laughed twice and then he turned around. Knowing what he was about to do, she took a deep breath.

"This was in the private room."

His chest pressed against her back, his tone carrying a hint of flattery.

"But I thought about it."

His affection was expressed very openly, including the text messages he sent.

Lena could feel his intense passion, but she was afraid that things would end quickly with Hunter, leaving this situation awkward.

He had already started nibbling on her ear, "I missed you every second, wanted to message you, but was afraid of annoying you."

Lena's heart immediately softened. When one is infatuated with someone, this is indeed the state of mind. She replied to the text message a thousand times, and in the end, deleted it word by word.

"Is it good, is it good?"

He was like a child who repeatedly asked for candy.

Lena hesitated for only a few seconds before uttering two words, "As soon as possible."

As soon as the words fell, he had already started to dash around.

Lena was afraid that the door in front of her would collapse.

He was obedient, just to be able to indulge himself in a short period of time. This time, he was like a wolf.

Lena couldn't help but tiptoe, and then she heard footsteps coming from outside, as if someone had stopped in front of this compartment.

Her heart rate increased in an instant, and the next second the door was opened slightly.

The man standing behind her suddenly reached out his hand and forcefully closed the door. She heard a very domineering and imposing voice.

"Get lost."

The person who was about to push the door was startled and also knew that they had interrupted something good, so they left dejectedly.

Lena's heart was just hanging there, without having the time to delve into much, when she saw the man who had just been domineering a second ago suddenly soften his tone and say in her ear, "Let's continue."

Lena felt as if every pore was filled, and her body seemed to have many bubbles boiling inside.

She found it funny and reached out to pat his head leaning on her shoulder, "So fierce?"

He buried his head deep in her neck, showing no mercy in his actions, "That's for someone else."

She was so sweet-tongued, no wonder she couldn't control herself before.

The lights in the corridor outside suddenly brightened, and she wanted to turn around, but he tightly grabbed her waist, rendering her unable to move.

"Don't you show me your appearance? In the future, when others ask me what my boyfriend looks like, I won't know."

The man's movement froze, and then he excitedly took a deep breath.

Lena suddenly felt the restlessness, inner conflict, and fear of losing in him again.

She frowned, thinking about how ugly she was and how insecure she felt.

But the next second, he exerted so much force that he almost wanted to kill her right here.

At the end, she leaned against him and gasped for breath. By now, the two of them were sitting on the couch, and she was still caught up in the afterglow, not wanting to move at all.

The man grabbed her hand and carefully described his own eyebrows and eyes, repeating it several times. Only then did Lena open her eyes.

If he was definitely not ugly, then what was he hesitating about?