The Overbearing Emperor Can't Be Touched, Half a Bend - Chapter 1: I Slept With a Man

Mu City, night, the lights are just beginning to come on.

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Yan Anxi had no choice but to make up an excuse and leave early.

Back at the hotel, I retrieved my room key from my bag and pushed the door open. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

Yan Anxi walked to the bedside and lay down, falling asleep in a daze. In her half-sleep state, she heard footsteps approaching, getting closer and closer, until they stopped by her side.

Yan Anxi raised her head, half-squinting her eyes, only to see a tall and imposing stranger looking down at her.

"You... who are you?" he asked. "Are you a hotel attendant, or...or...?"

Before she could finish, Yan Anxi paused, then suddenly let out a giggle. She chuckled to herself, "Nowadays, services are so convenient, delivering right to your doorstep... But I... I don't have a grandpa, I even have a fiancé..."

Grandfather? Dare this person treat him like a man to be sold out?

The man's lips curled into a dangerous smile. He leaned down, his voice low and husky: "Even if I wanted to sell, I doubt you could afford it."

He smelled the alcohol on her breath and wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"Yan Anxi was a little hurt by his strength: "Easy, you're hurting me. Get out. I want to sleep, remember to close the door for me..."

The man let out a cold snort, released his hand, and was about to turn away when Yan Anxi suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Hot, so hot... Why are your hands so cold, it feels so good, please don't let go..."

The man stopped walking, not even glancing at her, and waved his hand away dismissively.

Who knew Yan Anxi would cling to him, her hands clutching his strong waist, unconsciously murmuring, "Hot, I'm hot..."

Looking up, she rubbed her face against the man's chest, causing him to stiffen.

The man lowered his head, and in the dim light of the room, he could truly see the face of the person in his arms.

His cold aura suddenly descended, his brow lightly arched: "So it's you..."

Yan Anxi had lost her consciousness, only following instinct, moving towards the man, constantly tugging at her clothes, revealing her fair and round shoulders. She continued to struggle, "Woo woo woo, it's so hot, why won't it fall...woo woo woo woo..."

The man asked, "Who drugged you?"

Yan Anxi couldn't hear a word he was saying anymore, her whole body felt hot and uncomfortable, unbearable, agonizing.

All I know is that the man before me can save me.

Yanan Xi's voice sounded like a kitten's; "Help me, why is this so hard, it's so hot... turn the air conditioner down a little bit more..."

Any normal man would be unable to resist this kind of heat.

The man let out a low chuckle, his voice husky and alluring. He reached out with his long fingers and slowly unzipped the jacket.

The graceful nude stood before him, the man’s dark eyes deepening instantly.

He pinned her down, his hand firmly clasped around her earlobe. "Little demon," he said, a hint of lasciviousness in his voice, "you've come to my door willingly. I won't be polite."

A night of passionate entanglement, stormy and intense.

Yan Anxi fell into a deep sleep, exhausted. However, the man continued to play with her hair, his handsome face showing indifference, but his eyes glittered with subtle sharpness.

>The next day.

Yan Anxi woke up, clutching her head that was about to explode. As soon as she turned over, she saw someone lying beside her...

A man without clothes.

his shoulders, so solid that you just want to reach out and touch them.

He jumped up at once, quickly flung open the quilt in front of him, and then nervously covered himself again.

My goodness, this... what happened? Slept with a stranger last night?

Yan Anxi tilted her head and glanced at the man beside her. She found that this man was not only well-built but also exceptionally handsome.

Now, this sleeping pose of a man... It's practically picture-perfect.

Yan Anxi bit her lip, trying hard to recall what happened last night, but sadly discovered she... had blacked out.

Did I walk into the wrong room and, drunk as I was, take advantage of this man?

That's not right, that keycard is for this room and can't open other people's rooms!

After much deliberation, Yan Anxi suddenly realized, this man was most likely... the kind who came out to sell himself… Sir, commonly known as a gigolo.

Well, yes, that's it.

Yan Anxi flipped out of bed and picked up her clothes one by one, putting them on. She didn't see herself at all, but the man suddenly opened his eyes.

After getting dressed, Yan Anxi finally glanced at the man on the bed and found that he was still asleep. She let out a sigh of relief inwardly.

She carefully unzipped her bag, rummaging through it while muttering to herself: "Yesterday night, whether you made the first move or I did, I still have to pay you. I still have a thousand bucks... Hey? Where's my money?"

Yan Anxi looked at her own purse, and suddenly she was dumbfounded.

Besides a one-hundred dollar bill, there are only two coins left. They were from the subway fare a few days ago.

"A thousand yuan... I don't have it anymore. Well, never mind, one hundred yuan, I'll give you that. No need to make change. Here are two coins too, take them."

Yan Anxi put the 102 yuan beside the man's pillow. She didn't even dare to breathe, afraid of waking him up.

If a man wakes up and only sees so little money, what can be done? He would lose face.

Yan Anxi didn't even dare to turn her head, she fled the room in a hurry.

Only after hearing the sound of the door closing did the man reopen his eyes and lazily sit up.

His knobbly fingers reached out, picking up the 102 yuan. The man smirked and actually laughed: "Sleep with me, and this is all you get?"

A deep glance swept over the wrinkled shirt at the foot of the bed. The man picked up his phone and dialed a series of numbers: "Send a suit to the hotel, immediately."

The other party replied respectfully, “Yes, Ms. Mu.”

The custom-made, high-end suit arrived quickly, delivered by a specialist. The man carefully put it on and straightened his attire before preparing to leave. He caught sight of the money on the bedside table and turned back to pick it up. His eyes narrowed, and he spoke in a low, deep voice: "I'm not going to the office today. The morning meeting is postponed. I'm going to visit the Mu family."

Yes, Mr. Mu.

The man walked away, his steps steady and confident. His back was tall and straight, exuding an aura of nobility that was impossible to ignore.

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