The sound of the car gradually approached until the vehicle appeared to the left of Dong Enyu, and the woman finally stopped walking.
Dong Enyu didn’t turn his head, and as the car window slowly rolled down, the woman in the driver’s seat didn’t turn her head either.
Both looked straight ahead, caught in a strange stalemate.
Even if Luo Ye didn’t say anything, Dong Enyu could feel she was being forced to get in the car.
On this winding mountain road, unless she rolled down the mountain, there was no way she could outrun the speed of the sports car… like a cat and mouse game.
Suddenly, this phrase flashed through her mind, making Dong Enyu let out a cold laugh.
Click! Dong Enyu opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat without hesitation.
She still had things to say to Luo Ye.
When Dong Enyu leaned back in the seat and noticed Luo Ye immediately turned the car towards the mountain top, she knew Luo Ye had “personal matters” to discuss with her… or rather, wanted her to “confess”…
After the car stopped, it was right in front of Liao Wangtai.
They hadn’t even exchanged a glance, and silence became the most honest language.
Dong Enyu unlocked the car and left directly.
Although it was late summer, the temperature at the mountain top was still cool, and the breeze was somewhat chilly.
The woman shook her bangs, calmly took out a cigarette from her purse, lit it, and took a slow drag.
Exhaling… “Did you hit your head?” Luo Ye got out of the car and threw her cap back onto the seat.
Her question was direct and straightforward.
Hearing this, Dong Enyu leaned against the car and took another drag of her cigarette.
The cigarette’s ember flickered, and white smoke slowly wafted out.
“No,” she said, giving Luo Ye the answer she wanted.
She hadn’t hit her head; she was perfectly fine.
The breeze blew the white smoke towards Luo Ye on the other side of the car.
The woman frowned slightly and said, “What game are you playing?”
“I’m not playing any games,” Dong Enyu chuckled softly, the cigarette between her fingers gently swaying, ash falling as she spoke.
“I thought forgetting would be better, but unfortunately, I can’t forget, especially the feeling of holding the murder weapon.
It’s still fresh in my memory.” By the end, Dong Enyu was almost gritting her teeth.
She threw the cigarette to the ground and crushed it with her high heel.
It was no secret that she hadn’t lost her memory; it was a tacit understanding that allowed her to continue surviving in the underworld… Dong Enyu wasn’t foolish enough to play this game with Luo Ye.
Since Yong Le already knew the truth, she no longer needed to pretend.
“Is your position still comfortable?” Watching Luo Ye slowly approach, Dong Enyu crossed her arms and looked up to ask.
Is it still comfortable? It must be, right? Because it was her sacrifice that made it possible! However, Luo Ye didn’t respond to her, only continued to close the distance between them, two feet, one and a half feet, one foot… until their breaths intertwined.
“Do you feel uneasy?” Dong Enyu squinted her eyes, trying to smile, but found herself frozen.
“No.” The deep and steady voice told Dong Enyu, no.
She was at ease.
Bastard! The word was stuck in her heart, and Dong Enyu had already grabbed Luo Ye’s collar, while Luo Ye pushed Dong Enyu against the car, creating a loud bang.
Their lips collided fiercely, competing with each other, not knowing who opened their mouth first, not realizing who bit whom first.
The rich taste of iron spread with their tongues, a passionate and violent kiss that could hardly be called a “kiss” anymore, more like venting and revenge, biting like wild beasts…
“Ugh!” Dong Enyu groaned in pain, feeling the pressure on her lips ease, and the arms around her waist loosened from their iron grip.
Luo Ye’s “sympathy” made Dong Enyu even more displeased, and she suddenly pushed Luo Ye away a few feet, though the warmth still lingered on her lips.
“This time, I won’t trust you or Yong Le again.
Huo Ai is more reliable than any of you.” Dong Enyu raised her hand, wiping the warmth from her lips with her shirt sleeve, as if tasting something unpleasant, making her not want to reminisce.
This simple action drew a sharp glare from Luo Ye.
Her words might not provoke the wolf-like woman, but her subtle actions could trigger her imagination…
“Not afraid of falling?” The three words made the woman burst into laughter.
Dong Enyu pondered the phrase repeatedly, not afraid of falling? She had never been afraid.
Even if she were to be shattered into pieces…
“If I fall, I’ll get back up.
Even if I’m covered in wounds, I’ll do whatever it takes to stand again.”
Repeating it ten times, twenty times, a hundred times didn’t matter.
The curve of her lips was half mocking Luo Ye’s question, and the other half mocking her own arrogance.
She knew the pain of falling and the fear of being hurt, but she still blurted it out without hesitation.
Such a brazen attitude would make anyone feel heartache.
As for whether Luo Ye felt heartache for Dong Enyu, that was unknown.
The woman stepped forward, trapping Dong Enyu between her arms and the car, lowering her head to capture those crimson lips, only to be dodged.
“Let me meet with the Boss.” With her hands against Luo Ye’s chest, Dong Enyu looked up and said calmly.
She stared into those calm green eyes, clear enough to see her own determined reflection.
“Give me a way, just let me meet with the Boss, and you can play however you want.
I’ll accompany you.” This was her concession.
What Dong Enyu wanted was simple, yet the most difficult… The cool breeze carried a chill, but it couldn’t disperse the rising temperature between them.
Luo Ye’s hands were on either side of Dong Enyu’s waist, while Dong Enyu’s hands rested on Luo Ye’s chest.
It seemed like a calm gesture, but secretly, they were competing.
Whenever Dong Enyu wanted to move, the hands on her waist would press down, and conversely, if Luo Ye wanted to get closer, Dong Enyu would push her away without hesitation.
“What’s your answer?” Dong Enyu had enough of Luo Ye’s silence.
“Impossible.” That was her response, impossible.
It abruptly shattered Dong Enyu’s hopes.
“Don’t you want to hold me?” Dong Enyu blurted out, not knowing what kind of courage drove her.
Could she interpret Luo Ye’s persistence as a desire for her body? If so, why not use it as a bargaining chip? Who cares about shame or degradation, she’d rather see it as a means to an end.
Provided Luo Ye wanted…
“Even if it’s just the Boss’s phone number, as long as you give me a clue, I’m willing to do it with you, however you want.” Dong Enyu said as she unbuttoned her shirt.
At this moment, only the two of them were on the mountain top.
Despite the glaring sunlight, it seemed as if darkness enveloped them, trading with chips of greed and desire.
However you want…
As long as you give a clue…
Even a little hint…
Don’t let it sink into the sea.
Dong Enyu screamed in her heart, staring at Luo Ye, who was also staring back at her.
As for what Luo Ye was thinking? Honestly, Dong Enyu couldn’t guess at all.
After a while, Luo Ye responded, leaning in close to the woman’s ear, her voice hoarse: “Even without saying, I can still hold you.”
The hot breath brushed against her, sending a chill down Dong Enyu’s spine.
When she wanted to escape, she realized Luo Ye had already wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her tightly, like prey caught in a predator’s jaws.
To escape, she’d have to kill the predator, but she had no chance.
Dong Enyu simply grabbed Luo Ye’s collar, pulling her closer.
Adding to the danger, like walking on a tightrope, ready to fall at any moment.
“Even a prostitute gets paid, you want me, you have to give me something in return.” Her demand wasn’t unreasonable.
Fingers caressed Dong Enyu’s waist, Luo Ye lowered her eyes, her expressionless face remained unchanged.
Neither cold nor warm.
“How much?” She let Dong Enyu name her price, simultaneously demeaning her value.
As if she were a real prostitute.
“I want a chance to meet with the Boss.” Money she didn’t need, she wanted an opportunity.
Luo Ye no longer wanted to argue with her about this, her well-shaped lips moved slightly, indicating: “Dream on.”
In an instant, Dong Enyu seemed to hear the sound of her rationality snapping.
She wanted to break free from Luo Ye, but instead, she was dragged into the car.
They pulled and fought, Dong Enyu resisting as if her life depended on it, even if it meant crashing into the car door or kicking through the rear window, she didn’t stop.
The black sports car shook violently due to their actions, the muffled groans becoming clearer, then replaced by heavy breathing, and finally, even the breathing stopped…
Neither good nor bad.
Luo Ye confirmed her unspoken words, “Dream on.”
Dong Enyu wanted to meet with the Boss? Dream on.
By the time Dong Enyu returned to Haijiao Headquarters, it was already seven in the evening… Luo Ye parked the sports car in front of the building, but there was no conversation between them, not even eye contact.
Dong Enyu buttoned up her shirt, covering the faint kiss marks on her chest.
She didn’t want to talk about what happened a few hours ago.
Just as the woman was about to get out of the car, Luo Ye suddenly grabbed Dong Enyu’s arm, pulling her back into the seat, provoking a strong reaction from the woman.
She wanted to shake off Luo Ye’s hand, but before she could, Luo Ye let go.
Then, a golden card appeared in front of Dong Enyu.
“Take it.” Luo Ye shoved the card into the woman’s hand.
A gold card… she actually gave her a gold card? Dong Enyu’s mind went blank, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
Because prostitutes make money, you gave her a gold card? How generous…
“Thank you.” Dong Enyu nodded slightly, but in the next second, she forcefully snapped the card in half with a “crack!”
The car window slowly slid down, and without even looking, the woman tossed the card out the window with a flick of her hand.
“Thank you very much for your kindness, but I,” Dong Enyu placed her hand on the car door and unlocked it, “am not a prostitute.”
Just as the woman was about to step out with her right leg, Luo Ye suddenly leaned forward, pressing against the woman’s back.
She held the car door with one hand and whispered in Dong Enyu’s ear, “I know.”
She knows…
Dong Enyu pressed her lips together.
Luo Ye, however, pushed the woman out of the car, saying, “You’re worse than a prostitute.”
Stumbling a few steps, Dong Enyu was “kicked” out of the car.
She stood in front of the Haijiao gate, watching the sleek black sports car drive away steadily.
The warm breath that lingered in her ear left her dazed, and those words echoed in her mind like a curse, refusing to fade away.
Whether it was heartache or coldness, the two halves of the gold card under Dong Enyu’s feet made a crisp “crack” sound.
Worse than a prostitute…?
“Thank you for the compliment.” Under the pitch-black night sky, the expression on the woman’s face was unclear.
The voice carried by the wind was somewhat bitter, yet it held a hint of contradictory light laughter.
So calm, so casual…
