Chapter 114: Miss Chu, Welcome to My Domain

"I recall your show starts at six, doesn't it?"

Chu Ling-shuang, staring at Lin Feng as he organized his files, threw out the question abruptly.

Lin Feng paused his hands, answering "honestly," "It's around six, but it's best to be there by five-thirty for hair and makeup."

Even if it were only half an hour, he preferred not to stay here a second longer than necessary.

Chu Ling-shuang raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze deepening. Her fingertips tapped against the phone screen on the desk, producing a rhythmic "thud, thud, thud."

Each tap landed on Lin Feng’s heart like a heavy stone.

Lin Feng’s heart skipped a beat as he asked cautiously, "Does Miss Chu have any instructions?"

She did not answer him immediately.

Chu Ling-shuang’s lips curled upward slightly. She parted her red lips, licking her glistening, sharp teeth with a sense of anticipation.

"What do you think?"

Her tone was arrogant and overbearing, causing a shiver to run through Lin Feng.

Glancing at the time, Lin Feng felt his eyelids twitch. It was only just past four o'clock; there was still an hour and a half until five-thirty. Could it be that Chu Ling-shuang was thinking of...

He coughed calmly a few times and said, "Miss Chu, I don't think there is enough time."

He hoped she would be reasonable.

After all, they had already been through this many times; Chu Ling-shuang should know very well that a mere hour and a half was not enough for him to fully unleash his potential.

What’s more, he was conscious and clear-headed today.

He intended to restrain himself as much as possible, rather than rushing to finish just to get it over with.

Unexpectedly, Chu Ling-shuang responded with an intrigued "Oh?"

Her voice rose in pitch, and her eagerness betrayed her disbelief.

If one looked closely, there was even an indescribable sense of expectation...

Expectation?!

Wait a minute, could she really be addicted to this?

He truly had no experience in that area.

In the beginning, he had been completely passive; to be honest, no one is an expert the first time.

But things were different now. After several encounters, he had learned to control himself clearly. Naturally, his technique had also improved.

Having tried it, he knew he was no longer the man he once was. This short hour wouldn't even be enough for him to get started.

"Then I really want to try."

As she spoke, the bloodlust and anticipation in her eyes grew more intense. It was already the second day, and she had been unable to hold back since yesterday.

Like a cold beer after a long period of restraint, once she had a taste, she craved a second.

Since she had said as much, would he not be looked down upon if he refused?

Furthermore, the task currently imposed upon him was to please her.

There was no helping it; he was not his own master.

Lin Feng pursed his lips and asked cautiously, "Are you sure?"

If he took the initiative, he would not hold back.

Without answering him directly, Chu Ling-shuang kicked her chair back and instantly propped her legs up on the desk. Within her slippers, her fair, delicate ankles were fully exposed, and the hem of her black skirt dangled in the air, swaying back and forth.

It made Lin Feng’s heart tremble.

She tilted her face up, staring straight at him with alluring eyes, and said slowly, "Hold me."

Fine, fine, fine—you asked for this.

Lin Feng’s eyes darkened. He stepped forward, stood beside her, and as he hunched over, he said, "I hope Miss Chu won't regret this."

His voice was airy, and his scorching hands touched her, his words laced with intense aggression.

Chu Ling-shuang raised an eyebrow, her anticipation deepening. She loved this wild, ravaging side of him.

As he gently placed her on the bedsheets, Chu Ling-shuang turned slightly, propping her head up with a slender wrist, eyeing him with a proud yet languid expression.

Lin Feng stood by the bedside, raising a hand to his collar to undo the buttons. He looked down at her from above, not forgetting to ask, "Miss Chu, there are no cameras in this room, are there?"

He was undoubtedly stating the obvious, but it served to ease the tension in the atmosphere.

Chu Ling-shuang was amused, and her usually taut nerves began to relax.

She laughed, her eyes fixed firmly on him.

"There is no one else in this room—only you and me."

"Very good."

Lin Feng replied with a smirk. Before he even finished unbuttoning his shirt, he leaned in, pressing his weight onto her.

A wave of heat washed over them. Caught off guard by his sudden movement, Chu Ling-shuang’s eyes widened in slight surprise.

But the next second, she heard his voice shift completely, sounding predatory and manic as it whispered into her ear.

"Miss Chu, welcome to my domain."

...

"Director Zheng, it’s already five-forty. The show is about to air, and Mr. Lin still hasn't come down. I can't get up to the seventh floor, and his phone won't go through. What should we do?"

In the hotel lobby, Xiao Lu was pacing frantically.

Zheng Bo-chao was also stunned. Lin Feng was always punctual; although he could be a bit lackadaisical at times, he had never missed a commitment.

"Don't worry, let me ask."

Zheng Bo-chao frowned and hung up, calling the hotel directly.

After explaining the situation, the hotel manager on the other end sounded troubled. "Director Zheng, there's nothing I can do. Important people stay on that floor, and no one is allowed up without permission..."

"You've said that every time I called. My cast member is staying up there! Just who is it that requires so many demands?" Zheng Bo-chao was clearly losing his temper.

The manager remained apologetic. "I'm sorry, I don't know either. Those are orders from above. Perhaps you should consider delaying the show?"

"Nonsense! Everything is already set. How can I delay it? How am I supposed to explain this to the audience?" Zheng Bo-chao cursed, but seeing the manager couldn't help, he had no choice but to hang up.

However, after this incident, he grew curious. If the person staying there was so important, why hadn't they kicked Lin Feng out?

Could it be that the power behind this had something to do with Lin Feng?

Still, his brother had caught him completely off guard with this one...

Watching the seconds tick by, Zheng Bo-chao had no choice but to order his assistant, "Start the broadcast as planned. Tell them Lin Feng is feeling unwell... say he has a fever, and we’ll give him camera time later."

"Understood."

...

"Huu..."

Lin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. Even though the room’s air conditioning was on, he was drenched.

He glanced at the time and was shocked, immediately stopping his movements.

"It’s almost six. Miss Chu, next time for sure."

He started to get up.

Chu Ling-shuang, dazed and exhausted, opened her eyes slightly. Unconsciously, she reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back with a soft murmur.

"Continue."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable command.

Lin Feng panted heavily and asked, "But I'm going to be late for work."

Chu Ling-shuang squinted at him, raising an eyebrow. "You're already late. What difference does a little more time make?"

Fine, you asked for this.

Lin Feng tossed his clothes aside and lunged at her once more like a starving wolf...