Watching her last piece of clothing being torn away, Mei Hui’s resistance vanished completely. Eighty Electronic Book To say she didn’t like Qin Feng would be false—his decisiveness and maturity far surpassing that of the so-called elites she had encountered, by a wide margin. She had to admit there was something genuinely attractive about him. Moreover, he was Qin Wei’s son, and Mei Hui’s current position was entirely due to Qin Wei’s repeated promotions. Qin Feng was someone she deeply appreciated. Yet, despite having only known him for a few days, she simply wouldn’t be willing to give him her cherished possession—something she had treasured for over twenty years. But what could she do? She had been resisting from the very beginning, only to find her efforts completely ineffective, and in fact, it had only intensified Qin Feng’s primal determination. As a single tear rolled down her cheek, the final fragment of fabric detached from her body. Before Qin Feng, her body was perfectly whole—pure, supple skin, a high, firm chest, straight long legs, and most mysterious of all, the black garden. He roughly lifted her and threw her onto the sofa, then swiftly tore off his clothes and surged upon her. With all her strength, she pressed her hands against the powerful, muscular waist, speaking as quickly as possible: "Xiao Feng, listen carefully—Ms. Hui is absolutely not Qin Uncle's lover, nor is she in any sense a stepdaughter of Hou Bo. I've always remained chaste, and you must remember that." By the time she finished, her hands were nearly spent. Qin Feng suddenly arched his back, entering her with a deep, resonant thrust. A soft cry escaped her, and petals fell like scattered blossoms. The door was opened from the outside, and a group of fifteen people rose up spontaneously. A middle-aged man entered—near fifty, with thick brows, a square face, and a steady, powerful gait. He approached the main seat, sat down, and said, "All of you, please sit." "Shé Léi!" The group shouted in unison, and then took their seats in order. This man was the head of Shēngmén. His real name was unknown to everyone here; they usually referred to him as the Hall Master or simply "Léi Lǎo." Léi Lǎo was the overall leader of the black-market networks across several provinces in central China. He didn't visit Pingplain City often, but whenever he appeared, it signaled that something significant had happened. In Pingplain City, Shēngmén had three Hall Masters, each controlling a distinct territory. Sun Kui, who had passed away, was responsible for the southern city district. Though in terms of land size, his territory was smaller than the others, the annual dividends he sent to Shēngtáng were particularly substantial. This was because the southern city was a commercial hub, well known for its strong returns After Sun Kui's death, the southern city was left leaderless. Within just a few days, his subordinates—driven by their own interests—had engaged in several fierce clashes, resulting in widespread casualties. Meanwhile, two other headmasters sought to absorb the southern city, leading to territorial disputes and a growing rift between them. The arrival of the Master Lei was precisely to resolve this conflict and uncover the cause of Sun Kui's death. There were twenty-some headmasters in total, and Sun Kui ranked eleventh, making him a significant figure. Leyi continued, "Du Bin, don't get too excited yet. You've received the territory, but you still need to uncover who killed Sun Kui. You must identify the killer within two months and then personally bring them to justice. If you fail to accomplish this, you'll have to hand over the southern city district intact—did you catch that?" Du Bin wiped a bead of sweat. "Yes, Master Leyi." Finding the killer within just two months wasn't an easy task—Yang Hongxin had begun to feel smug about it. Moreover, he had made a decision: he would send people to subtly undermine Du Bin, doing everything in his power to ensure Du Bin couldn't succeed. Leyi's third statement was, "Everyone, anyone who dares to violate the monastic rules—will be severely punished. Did you all hear and understand?" "Yes, Master!" The group responded promptly and loudly. A whirlwind of thoughts surged in Mei Hui’s mind, as if a pot of five-flavor soup had been spilled—she couldn’t quite put her finger on exactly what it felt like. As for Qin Feng, he had remembered only the most basic forms of movement throughout the entire encounter. His bright crimson eyes were particularly startling, and his hands remained busy, constantly shaping and shifting the two prominent peaks of the beautiful CEO. It was as though he had finally found a way to release his energy—several turbulent streams of qi rushed through their closely connected bodies, flooding into the CEO’s frame with great intensity. The warm, cascading sensations came one after another, thanks to the multiple streams of energy. Mei Hui was momentarily stunned. Though this was her first experience of romantic intimacy, with today’s broad knowledge base and the widespread dissemination of information, could she really have never seen or even touched a pig? After all, during her university years, she had roommates with close ties who had openly shared their experiences of making love, and with the content available in magazines and online, she was certain this experience went far beyond ordinary. Yet she had no chance to recall the sensation just now, for a stronger impact had already arrived—this was the first time in her life that she had reached the peak. Mei Hui could no longer contain herself and opened her fresh, crimson mouth, shouting out loud. The airflow that had been raging in Qin Feng’s head, seeing that all the others had successfully shifted their positions, also grew eager to retreat, rushing toward the union of the two bodies. As the airflow withdrew, Qin Feng gradually regained his subjective awareness. Before him, he was stunned—what on earth was going on? How was he engaged in a battle with someone? This battle on the sofa was known simply as a "sand battle." Didn’t he just practice qi cultivation moments ago? It must be a hallucination—yes, definitely not real. When he clearly saw the delighted expression on the face belonging to Mei Hui, he once again questioned his earlier judgment—was it truly real or just an illusion? Unable to grasp the current situation, his movements naturally came to a halt. Mei Hui was savoring the sensation of floating among the clouds, completely unaware of anything, only after a long while did she open her eyes, which had remained tightly shut. She was startled not only because Qin Feng had come to a stop, but also because his vivid red eyes had returned to their normal state. The warm, intimate atmosphere immediately became somewhat awkward.