Wife No. 1: Husband, addicted to spoiling! Chapter 1: To Walk Cleanly? (Part 1) <<<

Pei Qiqi felt like she was about to die.

It's so hot, it's hard...

In the long and luxurious hotel corridor, Chi-ku ran barefoot, crushing the shards of a crystal chandelier.

A quiet space, with only the sound of breath and the footsteps approaching behind. Those men were so close, as if they could catch up at any moment.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt, his hand coming away damp with a light sheen of sweat.

Loosening the neckline a bit, a cool breeze came in, making it more comfortable…

But it's not enough, I want more.

"This way!" a raspy male voice echoed in her ear, close by and laced with some guttural words.

Pei Qiqi shook her heavy head, but slowly stopped. —

Can't run.

Leaning against the door of a room, she wore a slender black dress that was already ripped and torn. Her jet-black hair cascaded to the floor, scattering around her porcelain shoulders, making them appear even more delicate and translucent.

Her melon-seed face was adorned with exquisite features. Her thin lips, like a rosebud, were slightly parted...

Shocking!

It's almost imaginable what would happen if caught.

The stepmother's hideous face, with a sneer, personally placed him on that old man's bed.

"Pei Qiqi, you are destined to be a money loser. Raising you is your only use!"

Her face was nearly pale, with an unnatural flush. Her eyes, which looked like they were floating on water, were wide open.

There's no escaping...

But just then, the back door was only slightly ajar. A force made him tumble right in.

The door, seeming both independent and withdrawn, was a heavy portal that shut out the sounds of footsteps from the outside world, sealing them in another realm.

It's very quiet, very quiet...

Sitting on the carpet, even though she felt dizzy, she could still feel that this place was extremely, incredibly luxurious.

The European design, from furniture to decorations, is luxurious to the extreme, everything is a top brand.

This is a 18th-century porcelain vase from the Ru kiln, worth two million... yuan. Don't even get me started on the paintings on the wall...

But these, are not even one tenth as captivating as the noble young man lounging gracefully on the sofa. His white bathrobe was loosely draped over him, the collar slightly open revealing a delicate collarbone. Above that, his face was perfect to the extreme, cold and aloof, lacking any hint of warmth or charisma.

At this time, that noble man was propping his forehead with one hand, as if asleep, but above, there was a faint scent of alcohol.

Pei Qiqi's gaze was drawn to the object, her body becoming hot as if possessed. She couldn't control herself and walked straight towards it.

Instinctively, he wanted what was above him...

Nán knelt before him, his fingers trembling as they reached for the neckline of his bathrobe. Xiǎo also leaned in, almost clumsily, and kissed him...

Without reason, he only knew that he could make Jie's pain disappear.

Those cold and lonely eyes suddenly opened, and the owner of the eyes instinctively wanted to push them away.

But when his fingers reached her, landed on her delicate cheek, that changed his mind again. He clasped her shoulder instead...

It's, very fragrant. Very nice.

The kiss deepened slowly, until it became unbearable. He pressed her down forcefully...

Night, very long.

A night drenched in sweat, mixed with alcohol and male hormones, it was painful, so intense...