The old floor creaked with strange sounds, and the dimly lit room was only faintly illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the window.
In the living room, two figures intertwined, their shadows elongated and thin, slowly moving across the mottled wall.
After Dong Enyu and Yong Le returned home, her clothes were torn and scattered across the floor the moment the door closed.
At that moment, she sat on Yong Le’s lap, her waist held tightly, burying her face in Yong Le’s chest.
She opened her mouth and bit down hard on Dong Enyu, leaving bright red kiss marks and domineering teeth impressions on her alluring honey-colored skin.
“Do you like the gift I gave you?”
Yong Le asked as she removed her coat.
She raised her eyes to gaze at Dong Enyu, who looked enchanting with her long hair cascading down and her dazed expression.
Yong Le knew she was being seduced, and after taking off her coat, she couldn’t help but pull Dong Enyu closer, deeply inhaling her captivating scent.
“What gift?”
Dong Enyu’s voice was heavy as she cupped Yong Le’s face and gently kissed her forehead.
“The entry ticket to Wutang, and…”
She suddenly flipped over, pinning Dong Enyu beneath her, leaning in to bite her earlobe and whispering, “A new venue, the manager’s position.”
Yong Le’s arm was still wrapped in a bandage, but her strength was enough to leave Dong Enyu astonished.
Dong Enyu did not resist; instead, she wrapped her arms around Yong Le’s neck, pulling them closer together.
“There’s no such thing as a free lunch. What’s your motive?”
She wasn’t foolish; she knew Yong Le wouldn’t be so kind-hearted.
But she didn’t expect Yong Le to help so suddenly, and in such an unexpected way… “I want you.”
Yong Le said unabashedly, licking the corner of Dong Enyu’s lips.
In the darkness, Dong Enyu could clearly see Yong Le’s fiery red eyes, those eternally wild eyes fixed on her.
There was determination mixed with a hint of playfulness… “What do you want from me?”
After catching the smile in Yong Le’s eyes, Dong Enyu averted her gaze directly.
Yong Le was toying with her, and she was openly wanting to play a love game.
“I want you to be my woman, my woman alone,” Yong Le said, clearly displeased with Dong Enyu’s averted gaze.
She grasped the woman’s chin, kissing her forcefully, her warm tongue invading Dong Enyu’s mouth, stirring passionately, sucking on her tongue with intensity, creating sounds that made one blush and heart race, until they were almost breathless.
Only then did Yong Le pull back slightly, “Is that okay?”
Yong Le actually asked if it was okay.
Dong Enyu gasped a few times and also reached out to hold Yong Le’s chin, their eyes meeting openly.
“Are you just playing with me, or are you serious?”
She wanted to know what kind of mask she should wear to deal with Yong Le.
The love game was an unavoidable dilemma for an undercover agent; she had played many overseas, even being someone’s mistress.
But this time was different; the one pursuing her was a woman, a young woman who acted like a little brat.
She was wild, unruly, and bold, but her words carried weight.
Under Han Ge, she was a capable assistant, and if she could win her over, her future would surely be bright.
But Dong Enyu hesitated.
To play, one must pay a price; to not play, one must also pay a price… it was just the degree of sincerity that differed.
Yong Le chuckled softly, her laughter always so cynical, “If you say it so clearly, it loses its meaning.”
Although Yong Le didn’t state it outright, Dong Enyu already knew the answer.
So she smiled reassuringly, kissing the corner of Yong Le’s lips as if rewarding her, leaving a mark of bright red lipstick on her fair face.
Once this love game started, someone would be waiting to get hurt.
Dong Enyu knew she would be hurt, yet she also contemplated how to minimize that hurt.
That night, she followed Yong Le’s wishes, allowing her to make demands.
Their passionate embrace felt like it would never be enough, moving from the living room to the kitchen, then from the kitchen to the bathroom, and finally collapsing onto the bed, entwined tightly.
The room was filled with the scent of hormones, echoing with gasps and hoarse whispers.
Dong Enyu held Yong Le’s shoulders, kissing the sweat on her neck, her moist eyes fixed on the corner of Yong Le’s lips.
At the same time, she felt happy, yet there was an underlying hint of bitterness she couldn’t quite understand.
Yong Le’s answer was definitely not everlasting; it was just a game.
…
Because of Yong Le’s “promotion,” Dong Enyu officially left Star Diamond and became the manager of a small bar previously managed by Master Ming.
Initially, Mama-san was aware of this and made things difficult for Dong Enyu, saying that Star Diamond was not a place one could come and go as they pleased.
Eventually, it was only after Han Ge personally called that Mama-san agreed to let her go.
However, before she left, Mama-san still left a harsh warning, telling her not to think that following Han Ge would make her soar to new heights; she was just a lowly hostess.
At that moment, Dong Enyu said nothing, only thanking Mama-san for her care during this time.
She certainly knew that just following Han Ge wouldn’t make her a phoenix, but she didn’t want to be a phoenix at all.
Dong Enyu was just an undercover agent; she infiltrated Tong Tang to expose the internal spies colluding with the Police Station and the gang.
If she followed Han Ge, her chances of gathering intelligence would be even higher, so she resolutely left Star Diamond, determined to follow Han Ge.
“Mask” was the name of this bar, old-fashioned and tacky, yet it made Dong Enyu pause for a moment upon first seeing it.
After all, this bar was something Yong Le insisted she take over, making her wonder if it was hinting at something.
But she quickly stopped overthinking; Yong Le wouldn’t know her identity.
If someone were to investigate, they would only find fabricated records, mostly stating she graduated from a certain country’s middle school, studied abroad in high school, didn’t attend university, was orphaned, grew up in a certain orphanage, and was adopted by a foster family at the age of ten.
At first glance, her life seemed convoluted, but in reality, the data was safely protected by the National Security Bureau.
This small bar was not a flashy nightclub but a legitimate place occasionally visited by office workers.
There were no hostesses, nor did they serve hard liquor; at most, there was an older bartender managing the bar.
Originally, when Han Ge took over this venue, he planned to sell it, but after Yong Le’s persuasion, he allowed her to find someone to manage it.
Thus, Dong Enyu took over.
The bar was quite small, with limited private seating areas, and the bar counter was arched, accommodating only a few customers.
Additionally, since it didn’t operate in the underground scene, it usually only attracted regulars on weekdays, and on weekends, only a few groups of young people would come to party, making the business rather quiet.
In the past few days, Dong Enyu had been quite relaxed.
She meticulously checked the accounts and got to know the staff at the bar.
The middle-aged man who mixed drinks was named A Gang, and the waitresses were called Zhu Zhu and Xiao Yun, both of whom were still in college.
The rest were just Han Ge’s subordinates.
Dong Enyu didn’t try to build a rapport with them because they had some opinions about her.
They were somewhat dissatisfied with this woman who had inexplicably joined and was directly appointed as the bar manager.
“Sister Dong, where should I put these drinks?”
A young man who entered from the door still respectfully called her Sister Dong.
“Just put them next to the fridge.”
This form of address felt fresh to her.
The people working at the bar were all legitimate employees who had applied through proper channels.
They had no connections to the underworld, just ordinary citizens.
Only those in management, like her and the little brother guarding the entrance, were directly assigned by the organization.
Therefore, no one knew about Master Ming being replaced; they only knew that the manager had made personnel changes.
“Wait, you should take these away too; they’re in the way here.”
Dong Enyu pulled the young man, who was about to leave, to collect the empty bottles.
They were standing quite close, and the young man could smell the mature fragrance of Dong Enyu’s perfume, causing him to slow down.
“Ah Cheng!”
“Baby.”
Almost simultaneously, two voices rang out behind them.
Zhu Zhu awkwardly gestured for Ah Cheng and Dong Enyu to keep their distance, but Ah Cheng was still dazed and didn’t catch on.
At that moment, Dong Enyu was forcefully pulled into someone’s embrace.
Yong Le, wearing a coat made of black velvet that had a bit of fine snow on it, looked very elegant.
Her actions were quite domineering as she wrapped her arms tightly around Dong Enyu’s waist, resting her delicate chin on her shoulder, her fiery red eyes fixed intently on Ah Cheng.
“Ah Cheng, let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Dong Enyu.”
Her voice carried a hint of amusement.
In truth, Yong Le didn’t know the young man moving the drinks at all; she only called him Ah Cheng because Zhu Zhu had shouted his name, clearly stating her relationship with Dong Enyu to deter any inappropriate thoughts.
“Ah Cheng, this is Yong Le, who works with Han Ge.”
Dong Enyu understood that Yong Le was asserting her claim and could only introduce Yong Le helplessly, to prevent the young boy from being scared into having nightmares.
“Yes! Hello! Sister Yong Le!”
Ah Cheng snapped back to reality, awkwardly looking away, and accidentally kicked over a wine bottle at his feet, creating quite a commotion.
At that moment, Zhu Zhu couldn’t stand it anymore and hurried over to help him clean up the mess.
While they were picking up the bottles, Yong Le had already taken Dong Enyu to a corner.
“Are you off work?”
Yong Le pressed her against the wall, disregarding whether anyone was around, and leaned in to kiss her, but unfortunately, she dodged.
“Another half hour.”
Dong Enyu glanced at the clock; she still had half an hour before getting off work.
For the past few days, Yong Le had been coming to pick her up after work.
Sometimes she arrived early, and other times late.
Dong Enyu didn’t mind; she knew Yong Le was working for Han Ge, and her hours were not very stable.
If Yong Le came late, she would wait in the bar until she showed up, and then they would go home together.
The feeling of waiting was somewhat complex yet sweet.
“I’m so hungry; I haven’t had dinner yet.”
Yong Le took Dong Enyu’s hand, pulling her closer into her coat.
“What do you want to eat?”
She chuckled softly.
Yong Le’s body was warm, so she didn’t refuse the invitation, naturally wrapping her arms around Yong Le’s slender waist, pulling them closer, and teasingly whispered in her ear, “What do you want? I’ll cook it for you when we get home.”
Since they started dating, Dong Enyu had been living with Yong Le, and naturally, she cooked dinner because Yong Le’s cooking skills could practically ruin the kitchen.
“Do you want to hear something serious or something cheesy?”
Yong Le asked with a playful smile, gazing at Dong Enyu.
The colorful earrings sparkled, dazzling Dong Enyu, and as Yong Le smiled softly, Dong Enyu couldn’t help but laugh.
“Let’s hear something serious first.”
She wanted Yong Le to be a bit more straightforward.
“Omurice.”
Yong Le nodded, specifying tonight’s dinner.
“What about the cheesy part?”
Dong Enyu had already guessed the answer but still wanted to hear Yong Le say it herself.
Yong Le didn’t answer immediately but instead gazed into Dong Enyu’s dark eyes, seeing the flickering colorful light in her calm depths, radiating a gentle gaze that drew her in irresistibly.
Dong Enyu’s demeanor was steady and mature, giving off a sense of thoughtfulness in every smile, with a hint of seduction that teased Yong Le’s heart.
“I want to eat you,” Yong Le whispered softly in Dong Enyu’s ear, “clean you up completely.”
