Chapter 1268: Chapter 1269: The Terror of Having Your Breath Taken Away
Perhaps in her haste going downstairs, she didn’t see the figure coming up around the corner, resulting in a sudden encounter just as she reached the turning!
"Ah!"
As she slipped on the stairs, Feng Jinglei almost lost her balance and fell down, fortunately a hand grabbed hold of her in time, avoiding a potential disaster.
Relieved, Feng Jinglei exhaled a sigh and was about to thank the person when the overwhelming smell of alcohol from the man made her frown in discomfort.
"Hic... Beautiful, why in such a hurry... where are you going?"
A middle-aged man, half-drunk, spotted Feng Jinglei’s clean and pretty face, melding intoxication with lust, causing his greedy eyes to narrow slightly, and his hand grasped tightly onto Feng Jinglei’s arm, reluctant to let go.
Glancing at the man’s nauseating face, Feng Jinglei frowned deeply, trying hard to pull away her arm gripped by the man.
"Let me go!"
The man seemed heavily drunk, able only to see her beautiful face, completely ignoring whatever she said.
"Since you’ve come to a place like this, why be shy... Tell me, how much did the last guest pay you? I will offer more!" With that, the man’s lecherous grin widened, his finger gently caressing Feng Jinglei’s cheek, "Just as long as you serve me well..."
"Let go!" Feng Jinglei forcefully attempted to shove away the repulsive man, but he was too heavy; despite her efforts, he remained steadfast.
"Oh, it’s just money... I have plenty!"
Following his words, the man indeed pulled out a wallet, extracting several euro bills.
Taking advantage of the moment he reached for his wallet, Feng Jinglei hurriedly dashed downstairs.
But she’d only run down one step when a hand grasped her clothes from behind.
Today she wore a crewneck shirt, and with the man’s strong tug, the lace within her collar subtly revealed itself, while the shirt collar constricted around her neck, causing her breathlessness, her face rapidly turning red!
"Let... go... of me..."
She struggled to speak, but the sensation of suffocation nearly stole her voice away.
"It’s just a bit of money!? You’re already here, why pretend to be noble!?" As though enraged by Feng Jinglei’s attempt to escape, the man’s intoxicated face suddenly turned somewhat ferocious!
Controlled by the man and with her collar tightly grasped, Feng Jinglei’s face turned from red to white, growing increasingly uncomfortable...
This feeling of having her breath taken away was reminiscent of the last time Qin Feimo strangled her, instantly invoking her fear!
As the man’s grip tightened, Feng Jinglei couldn’t make a sound, desperately trying to loosen her collar to reclaim some breath.
The next moment, she was suddenly pulled forcefully, her whole body lying on the landing of the stairway corner, and only then did she recover her voice!
"Let go of me!"
Desperately, she punched the man forcibly pinning her down, unwilling to relive the nightmarish scene from last night.
"Never seen such a fierce **miss, but I like it, and I’ll conquer you regardless!"
The man spoke, while his hands started wandering inappropriately across Feng Jinglei’s body...
"Mr. Qin, are you staying here tonight?"
At the SVIP elevator on the 7th floor, Qin Feimo just stepped out, walking towards a room.
"Not sure."
Qin Feimo responded lightly.
