Chapter 104: Putting on an Act**
Wu Yifan and Fu Junyao froze. They hadn't expected so many patrols inside Oriental Coast. Clearly, the club had secrets to hide. But they hadn't even found Han Shishi yet—getting caught now would ruin everything.
"Hurry! Lock the door!" Fu Junyao noticed the door was ajar, panic edging her voice.
"No. Locking it would scream 'someone's here.'" Wu Yifan started to lock it, then paused, shaking his head.
"Then what? Fight our way out?" True to form, Fu Junyao went for the direct approach.
Sweat dotted Wu Yifan's brow. *This tigress never thinks twice.* "Fighting would alert everyone. How would we rescue anyone then?"
"Then what's your brilliant idea? Stop criticizing mine!" She huffed, refusing to back down.
The footsteps grew louder. Wu Yifan's eyes darted to the lavish suite—then lit up. Risky, but it might work. He scooped Fu Junyao up and tossed her onto a plush sofa, pouncing on her like a starving tiger.
Fu Junyao gaped. *Now? Here?* Was he really so horny he wanted to have sex in a den of criminals? She was a virgin! Even if she weren't, this was no place for it. A romantic hotel, a glass of wine, sweet words—*that* was how it should be. She froze, then came to her senses, her fists raining down. "Wu Yifan, you bastard! I'll kill you!"
"Stop moving if you don't want them to find us!" He hissed in her ear, barely keeping her pinned—her strength surprised him.
"W-what?" His words registered. *He's not trying to… he's acting?* Doubt gnawed at her, but she still froze, terrified of blowing their cover.
Wu Yifan leered, raising his voice. "Sweet thing, your skin's so smooth… feels amazing."
Fu Junyao nearly choked.
"You bastard! Are you asking for death?" Her eyes flashed fire, but she kept her voice low.
"Listen. This suite's no ordinary room—only VIPs get in. I'll play a rich playboy, you play a prostitute. It might fool the guards. If you mess this up, we're done for." He whispered, risking everything. Would Qian Baoqing tell lowly guards about empty suites? It was a gamble.
"Play a *prostitute*?!" Fu Junyao trembled with rage, tempted to pull her gun and shoot him. But the footsteps had stopped at the door. Too late. She gritted her teeth, glaring—her silent agreement.
"Officer Fu, a little moaning would help.配合 (pèihé, cooperate), okay?" He nudged her.
"W-what? Moan?" She pinched his waist hard, but kept her voice down.
"Women do it during sex. You were loud enough that night. Just like that." He grinned.
"You—! If you mention that night again, I swear—!" Shame burned her cheeks.
"Hurry! They'll hear us!"
"A-ah…" She heard the guards outside, held her breath, and let out a humiliating whimper.
"Good. More." He nodded, pleased.
"Go to hell! Why don't *you* make noise? Men yell too in those movies!" She snapped, resentful of always being the one compromising.
"Me?" He raised an eyebrow, then leered. "Xiao Yao? Fitting name—pretty as a fairy. Oriental Coast's got a gem in you. I'd stay here forever. Oh, your tits are huge…"
"You bastard! How dare you—!" She seethed, but forced a sultry tone, channeling the porn stars she'd seen. "Master Wu, you're so strong… I'm scared I can't satisfy you. Be gentle, please?" Her face flushed scarlet, the words sticking in her throat.
"I'll fuck you good." Wu Yifan laughed, triumphant.
"Ah, don't touch there… you're so bad!" She pinched his waist black and blue, making him wince.
Outside, five or six guards lingered. Their job was to patrol Oriental Coast, but the sounds from the suite left them awkward.
"Boss, why's there someone in 207?" A young guard whispered.
A burly, bearded man in his 30s frowned. "The boss didn't say anyone was using 207. Strange." He was just a security chief—Qian Baoqing never told him everything. He motioned the others quiet, pressing his ear to the door.
The guards shifted uncomfortably. Eavesdropping on lovers was thrilling, but if these were VIPs… disaster.
Wu Yifan knew the guards were skeptical. This was make or break. He wrapped his arms around Fu Junyao's tiny waist, bent down, and kissed her lips.
Fu Junyao stiffened, struggling—until his skillful kiss melted her resistance. Dizziness washed over her, the urgency of their situation fading. She kissed back, lost in the moment.
It wasn't their first kiss, but that night she'd been drunk. Now, she was sober—and reeling. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling with hers, and she couldn't help but melt.
"Mmm… stop touching there…" She gasped as his hands cupped her chest, electricity shooting through her. Her weak protest sounded more like a moan, inviting him on.
Wu Yifan's breath hitched. Her cheeks were flushed, her body writhing against his. Even through their clothes, he could feel her curves. He fought the urge to take her right then—this was no time to lose control.
Outside, the guards listened, their breaths growing ragged. The moans were too real, too enticing.
The bearded chief pulled back, motioning them away. "Let 'em be. Must be someone the boss invited. Don't want to disturb 'em."
The others nodded, relief evident. They'd rather leave than risk angering a VIP.
As the footsteps faded, Wu Yifan pulled away, breathless. Fu Junyao stared up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy with desire.
Silence hung between them.
Then, she slapped him—hard.
"Pervert!" She hissed, cheeks burning.
Wu Yifan touched his stinging cheek, grinning. "Hey, it worked, didn't it?"
She opened her mouth to retort—then froze.
From down the hall, a faint cry echoed.
"Help… please…"
It was Han Shishi.