The Heir to the Seven Killers in the City

Chapter 20: Seductive

With only the sound of rushing water filling the bathroom, Lin Xiaorui stood gracefully before Qin Yu. Her lovely short hair was drenched, and her bangs clung to her fair, delicate forehead, adding an extra touch of allure. “Brother Qin Yu…” Lin Xiaorui’s gaze was seductive as her bright red fingernails traced Qin Yu’s firm pectorals. Though she was tall and slender, she was still petite compared to Qin Yu, who had recently shot up a few centimeters. Standing on tiptoe in her high heels, she pressed her fiery red lips against Qin Yu’s mouth. The two kissed passionately, lost in each other amidst the mist. Although he was completely bewildered, that didn’t stop Qin Yu from enjoying the beautiful woman’s oral advances. To be honest, this young guy’s romantic experience was rather limited—this was his first time experiencing a French kiss of this intensity. He couldn’t understand why, even though Lin Xiaorui’s tongue was so soft and silky, she applied such force that it actually made the tip of his tongue ache a little. Before he knew it, Qin Yu had placed his hand on Lin Xiaorui’s slender waist—so narrow it could be encircled with one hand—turning the tables and launching a fierce counterattack. By the time he came to his senses, one of Lin Xiaorui’s straps had already slipped down to her arm, and his right hand was tightly gripping her… um… Qin Yu was startled and quickly pulled his hand back, but to his surprise, Lin Xiaorui pressed even closer to him. She took the initiative to grab his hand and guide it back to its original spot, all while swiftly stripping off her now-soaked little spaghetti-strap top and tossing it into the bathtub. Qin Yu’s pupils contracted sharply. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath! This little minx was serious! “Lin Xiaorui, don’t be impulsive. Don’t mistake me for a pervert—I’m the kind of guy who takes every advantage I can, especially when it’s offered to me. I advise you not to play with fire.” Qin Yu tried his best to ignore Lin Xiaorui’s snow-white, supple body and walk into the outer room to get a towel, but he simply couldn’t tear his eyes away. Lin Xiaorui displayed her graceful curves without the slightest hesitation, but the flush behind her ears betrayed her current shyness. “Brother Qin Yu, Mr. Lin said he was sorry for scaring you this time and specifically asked me to come over to comfort you. What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?” Lin Xiaorui’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she gazed at him, leaving Qin Yu completely spellbound. Qin Yu’s weak willpower was no match for Lin Xiaorui’s bashful and timid demeanor. He didn’t have time to ponder Lin Hao’s intentions; he only knew this was his foster father’s wish—and thus, a command from his parents. Driven by male instinct, Qin Yu pulled Lin Xiaorui forcefully toward him and kissed her again. Lin Xiaorui kept Lin Hao’s instruction to “take good care of” Qin Yu firmly in mind, so she naturally responded with immense passion. The two embraced tightly as Qin Yu explored her body with his hands, moving from the bathroom to the large bed in the master bedroom, where they collapsed onto it with fiery passion. Although Qin Yu was a novice, perhaps because he had practiced the Seven Kill Sutra, he was adept from the very start, growing more vigorous as they went, nearly drawing upon the sutra’s power. Damn, he never imagined that sex could be such a * thing—he’d practically wasted the first half of his life! Lin Xiaorui never expected Qin Yu to be so formidable in bed; by the last few rounds, she simply couldn’t keep up and kept begging for mercy. After what seemed like an eternity, Qin Yu finally came to a halt. Satisfied, he wrapped his arms around Lin Xiaorui—who had fallen into a deep sleep almost immediately after it ended—and let out a long sigh. He couldn’t help but regret that he didn’t smoke; otherwise, he would have lit a cigarette right then and there to see what it was like to feel as blissful as a god. He never would have imagined he’d have such an incredible adventure—staying in the city’s most luxurious hotel suite and sleeping with a beautiful girl he’d never even dared to dream of before. The girl’s beautiful back, shaped like a jade pipa, was ice-cold to the touch—as smooth and comfortable as cold jade. Qin Yu couldn’t resist pinching it twice; it was so smooth his fingers slid right off. Lin Xiaorui, sensing the discomfort, rolled over, causing the thin blanket to slip off her, exposing her entire back. Qin Yu smiled, reached out to tuck the blanket back around her, but suddenly let out a startled “Eh!” Right down the center of Lin Xiaorui’s spine was a bright red tattoo, no bigger than half a palm, resembling a towering cedar tree, perfectly symmetrical. Qin Yu had also had a tattoo when he was younger—a large character for “Qin”—but as he grew older, he thought it looked a bit silly, so he had it removed. As for Lin Xiaorui’s cedar tree, while it was neatly done, what on earth was it? How could a beautiful woman have a cedar tree tattooed on her spine! The more Qin Yu thought about it, the stranger it seemed, and his hand unconsciously began to trace back and forth across Lin Xiaorui’s back, over and over again. The result was—Lin Xiaorui, still in a bad mood after being woken up, turned to look at him with a scowl: “Dude, you’ve got way too much energy. You might not be sleeping, but I need my rest. Know when to stop.” Qin Yu had only just lost his virginity, so he was still pretty shy. He stammered, “W-who said I was thinking about that? I was just looking at your tattoo—it’s pretty unique.” Lin Xiaorui rolled her eyes, turned away, and pulled the blanket up high. “Nonsense! I don’t have any tattoos!” Man, this little minx—telling outright lies in the middle of the night! Qin Yu yanked her into his arms, his hand sliding down her spine. “If this isn’t a tattoo, what is it? A birthmark, maybe?” Lin Xiaorui felt where Qin Yu’s hand was resting. She suddenly sat up, clutching the blanket, and handed him the phone on the nightstand: “Take a picture so I can see.” No way! Did Lin Xiaorui really not know she had a tattoo on her back? Qin Yu felt as if he were hearing a tall tale. He took a few photos of Lin Xiaorui’s beautiful back with the phone, then handed it back to her: “Here you go—it’s this tree.” Lin Xiaorui stared at the photos, speechless for a long time. “I didn’t get this tattoo myself,” she said, looking firmly into Qin Yu’s eyes. Her expression was complex—Qin Yu couldn’t quite read it, but he could sense her emotions: confusion, excitement, and anticipation… What exactly did this tattoo represent? Lin Xiaorui lay back down, and Qin Yu, fully enjoying his well-deserved reward, pulled her into his arms. “There are three possibilities. One: you weren’t old enough to remember when you got the tattoo; two: you passed out while getting it; three: you’ve lost your memory.” Hearing this, Lin Xiaorui burst out laughing. Under the dim bedside lamp, her finger gently traced Qin Yu’s brow, her face radiating a soft, alluring charm unlike her daytime self: “Ever since I can remember, I’ve grown up safe and sound by Mr. Lin’s side, so the latter two possibilities are practically nonexistent.” “Then it must have been done when you were very young,” Qin Yu asked, voicing the question he’d been harboring for a long time. “In that case, this tattoo is most likely some kind of family crest left by your biological parents… By the way, isn’t Lin Hao your adoptive father? Why do you address him so formally?” “Oh, that,” Lin Xiaorui seemed lost in her own thoughts, her fingertips unconsciously pinching the flesh on Qin Yu’s arm.