Huang Sijun was afraid of Yan Yan.
Although they both lived in the high society circle of the Imperial City, he and Yan Yan were definitely not on the same level.
The Yan Family had been a powerful and wealthy family for hundreds of years, involved in various industries, daring to make money in any way possible.
Their influence and wealth were unmatched by these newer rich people.
Even in the early years when Yan Yan was just the fifth-ranked illegitimate child of the Yan Family, they had to call him Young Master Yan.
Ever since he became the only person in power in the Yan Family two years ago through cruel and ruthless means, now everyone who sees him must respectfully call him Mr. Yan.
Though of similar age to them, even their fathers had to be deferential and dared not be impudent before him.
Yan Yan was definitely not someone he could afford to provoke!
The crucial point was, he had heard that this master of the Yan Family never had any women around him and did not like being touched by women.
Thinking of this, Huang Sijun swallowed nervously.
He looked at Yan Yan's possessive hand on the girl's waist with disbelief and uncertainty.
No need to guess what relationship this girl had with him, his back was already icy, and he quickly bowed: "Mr. Yan, it was my dog eyes that failed to recognize greatness, I apologize here and hope you won't take it to heart..."
The man seemed not to hear and maintained his previous posture, lowering his eyes to stare at the delicate young girl in his arms.
Huang Sijun was sweating profusely, nearly collapsing under tremendous mental pressure.
He repeated his apology again.
After a while, Yan Yan finally let out a nonchalant "Hmm" from his nose.
Huang Sijun felt as if he had been granted amnesty and immediately forced a smile even uglier than a cry: "Uh... I have matters at home, I'll head back first. Hope you have fun!"
With that, he scurried off as if chased by ghosts.
The bar atmosphere remained lively, and in the corner, since Yun Qiluo bumped into this familiar embrace, all her vigilance and panic disappeared.
She hugged his lean waist, inhaling his pleasant scent.
Dizzily, she couldn't help but snuggle happily in his arms, raising her flushed little face.
Looking at his sinister yet beautiful face, she foolishly smiled: "Beautiful one, met you again..."
Yan Yan lowered his eyes.
Her soft, delicate little face was completely red, her eyes misty, shrouded in a watery mist, looking at him dazedly and infatuatedly.
His long, narrow eyes slowly squinted.
After a moment, in a soft voice, he uttered four words: "You are drunk."
The young girl blinked her watery eyes at him in a daze.
She could only see his attractive mouth opening and closing, not knowing what he was saying.
She tilted her head in confusion, her little brows furrowing, staring fixedly at his enticing lips.
Pink and looking just so delicious...
She wondered if they were as soft as candy.
Suddenly, she stood on tiptoes, opened her small, pink mouth, and leaned over to take a bite and try.
Strangely! Why couldn't she taste it!
Yun Qiluo, unconvinced, continued to tiptoe and lean forward.
Drunkenly gazing, unable to accurately capture his lips at all.
Before long, Yan Yan's chin and neck were covered in saliva.
Her soft lips brushed back and forth, a faint milky aroma swirling around his nose.
Staring at the drunken person completely unaware of what she was doing.
The man's eyes already carried a bewitching light.
Finally, Yun Qiluo impatiently gave up, clinging to him tightly, still mumbling in dissatisfaction: "Beautiful one, why do you keep dodging..."
Yan Yan's eyes completely dimmed.
"Pop" sounded.
The glass in the man's hand shattered on impact.
The long hand swiftly clasped her small jaw, forcing her to face him.
The phoenix eyes stared intently at the slightly open small mouth.
Suddenly, he lowered his head, ready to fiercely cover it.
The action stopped midway, eyelids lifted.
Looking at the girl before him, eyes closed and unaware, he frowned heavily.
She actually dared to fall asleep on him??
A chilling aura spread from the man, enveloping the entire room like a Hellish Chaos.