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The collision of these two elements could only result in intense flames, with a scene of tenderness unfolding in Mo Ming's room.
Now that the beauty was in his embrace, remaining calm was nearly impossible. As a normal male, Mo Ming's consciousness had already collapsed.
As he savored Jun Qianqian's fragrant tongue, his hands roamed over her body. Rather than stopping him, Jun Qianqian responded with even more passion.
Her snow-white legs, barely concealed by her skirt, were delicate and smooth, full of elasticity. Mo Ming felt a jolt throughout his body, finding it hard to escape this quagmire. As the saying goes, heroes have a hard time overcoming the beauty's allure, and it was indeed true.
Jun Qianqian's breathing became erratic, her warm breaths brushing against Mo Ming's face. At that moment, she felt her cheeks burning and her heart racing uncontrollably, her mind going blank as she instinctively kissed Mo Ming.
With his eyelids tightly shut, Mo Ming couldn't see the myriad emotions on her face, which only heightened his excitement. Just as both of them reached their peak state, they intended to take things further.
Jun Qianqian clumsily fumbled with Mo Ming's shirt buttons, trying to unfasten them.
"Cough cough..."
After a few coughs broke the moment, Mo Ming regained some of his rationality. He quickly pushed Jun Qianqian away gently and took a deep breath to calm his impulses. Looking towards the door, he found Lord Qian smiling at him and Jun Qianqian.
"This... this isn't what you think..." Mo Ming stammered, unsure how to explain. A glance at Jun Qianqian's flushed cheeks made him feel a bit guilty; why couldn't he control himself?
He had to admit that Jun Qianqian had also lost her reason earlier to act so boldly. Now that she came to her senses, she felt a wave of shame wash over her, her eyes flickering as she didn't know what to do.
She wished she could find a hole to hide in; what was this all about? It was truly embarrassing.
"Hehe, young people find these things quite normal. I've been through it myself and understand. Just remember to close the door when doing such things," Lord Qian said with a glance at the door before leaving.
Mo Ming was speechless; how could Lord Qian, despite being older, speak in such a lewd tone? It was truly disrespectful for someone of his age.
"Well... Qianqian, it's getting late. Why don't you go back to your room and rest?" Mo Ming swallowed hard, not daring to look directly at Jun Qianqian, his gaze only brushing past her intentionally.
"Okay." Jun Qianqian replied softly, lowering her head and quickly leaving.
After Jun Qianqian left, Mo Ming hurriedly closed the door and locked it. The events of the night had driven him nearly mad, and he chuckled bitterly to himself.
"What is wrong with me? Why did I become so impulsive? No, I must firmly suppress this; I can't indulge myself like this anymore."
Not daring to think further, he rushed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on himself, hoping to clear his mind and stop any inappropriate thoughts.
...
The next morning before dawn, Mo Ming quickly left, fearing an awkward encounter with Jun Qianqian.
He didn't know how Jun Qianqian felt about what happened last night, but Mo Ming was determined not to let such a thing happen again. He thought about resolving the situation with Sito Hai as soon as possible so he could leave this place.
The BMW that Murong Wei had given him was already taken care of by Night Peak, and the Land Rover he drove that day belonged to Jordan. Now he only had the "Route 11" bus left. Fortunately, after walking a short distance, a bus filled with people slowly approached.
There was a large crowd standing at the bus stop. Without hesitation, Mo Ming rushed over, only to find that both doors were blocked. Not wanting to wait for the next bus, he used his agility to climb through the open window.
"Hey, kid! What are you doing? Is this how you squeeze onto a bus?" A middle-aged man sitting by the window couldn't help but speak up.
Mo Ming climbed down from him and stood beside him, apologizing, "I'm sorry! I'm in a hurry and don't want to wait for the next bus."
The middle-aged man shook his head and said nothing more. At that moment, the crowd at the bus stop surged in, making the already cramped space even tighter. Mo Ming did his best to shrink himself down.
After a while, the bus ticket seller came over and extended his hand toward Mo Ming without saying a word. Mo Ming immediately understood that it was time to pay for his fare. He reached into his pocket only to find that he had brought along a Gold Card but no change.
"Is there a place to swipe my card here?" Mo Ming said awkwardly, "I don't have any change, just a bank card..."
The Ticket Seller's expression changed immediately, showing some anger. "So you think it's fun to mess with me?"
"Young man, I can tolerate you cutting in line to get on the bus, but you can't even pay a few bucks for the fare? That's just morally reprehensible. Do you really think there's something here for you to swipe your card?"
The Ticket Seller's last remark was almost a roar directed at Mo Ming, like a Mother Tiger.
"If you don't have money, then get off quickly. Look around; there are plenty of people with money who haven't gotten on yet."
"Exactly, if you don't have money, just get lost."
...
Everyone in the bus chimed in, firmly resisting Mo Ming's behavior of not paying.
Mo Ming felt a bit helpless; he really didn't want to avoid paying, he just didn't have any cash on him!
"Forget it, I'll pay for him."
Just as the people around were pushing Mo Ming to get off the bus, a voice came from behind. Mo Ming found it somewhat familiar and turned around to see none other than Li Xiulan, the manager of Phoenix Grand Hotel.
At that moment, Li Xiulan was dressed in her work uniform, looking plain and unassuming. Ignoring Mo Ming's gaze, she reached into her wallet and took out two fares to hand to the Ticket Seller.
"In this day and age, it's still the young ladies who are reliable. I see you're well-dressed, but I didn't expect your conduct to be so poor. What a decline in moral standards," the Ticket Seller couldn't help but mock Mo Ming after receiving the money.
Everyone has their breaking point. Mo Ming had never intended to evade fare payment, but being slandered by this woman made his temper flare up.
"Just take the money and stop complaining. Not everyone is as dirty-minded as you think. Who hasn't forgotten to bring money at some point? There's no need to be so unreasonable!"
"What are you so proud of when you're broke? I've seen plenty of people like you." The Ticket Seller said this with disdain, casting a glance at Mo Ming before continuing to collect money from others.
What a narrow-minded person! I swear, tomorrow I'm going to buy a sports car and never take the bus again. I've had enough of this woman's attitude. Mo Ming suppressed his anger and turned to Li Xiulan.
"Thank you for helping me earlier."
Li Xiulan clearly didn't expect Mo Ming to say that. She was a bit surprised and quickly shook her head, smiling wryly. "It's nothing. Given how I treated you back then, I should be thanking you instead."
"Let's not bring that up anymore; I've already forgotten about it." Mo Ming genuinely didn't care about the past. He continued, "By the way, as a big manager, why don't you have your own car? Do you take the bus every day?"
"I'm just as puzzled as you are about why you're taking the bus," Li Xiulan replied, recalling seeing Mo Ming on the bus earlier. She thought she had mistaken him for someone else, but it turned out to be him, which surprised her.
"I ran into some trouble and lost my car."
Li Xiulan responded with an "oh," saying, "I can't afford a car, so I have to take the bus to work every day."
"Really? Is the salary not good?" Mo Ming found it hard to believe that at a high-end hotel like Phoenix Grand Hotel, a manager's salary wouldn't be enough for her to buy a car.
"It's complicated; it's family matters, so let's not get into it."
Mo Ming realized that asking wouldn't yield any results, so he fell silent.
As the vehicle drove along, it suddenly braked hard. Mo Ming managed to keep his balance without much movement, but Li Xiulan, being a delicate woman, couldn't withstand the jolt and leaned against Mo Ming.
Feeling something soft press against him suddenly, Mo Ming instinctively shrank back and pretended not to notice.
Such unexpected events cannot be prevented by anyone. Rather than apologizing and making the other person uncomfortable, it is better for everyone to pretend they don't know.
However, Li Xiulan could not pretend to be calm; her face immediately flushed, and she tightly gripped her wallet, lightly biting her lip, remaining silent as she stared at Mo Ming's back.
The car continued to move slowly.
"Ah..." Li Xiulan felt someone touch her buttocks and let out a small sound, quickly stifling it.
She thought to herself that this was bad.
She must have encountered a bus pervert.
With this thought, Li Xiulan felt a bit flustered, unsure of what to do.
The person seemed to realize that Li Xiulan was timid and unwilling to make a scene, so he grew bolder, roughly squeezing her, causing her to let out a soft grunt.
Li Xiulan was too scared; she only managed a slight sound, but Mo Ming heard it clearly. He turned his head and saw a lewd-looking man pressing against Li Xiulan.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Mo Ming quickly reached out and grabbed the pervert's hand before he could resist, pulling him over while positioning himself behind Li Xiulan.
The lewd man knew he couldn't make a scene in this place and had no choice but to back off.
"Thank you," Li Xiulan said softly.
Mo Ming's expression was calm as he replied, "As a law-abiding citizen, it's appropriate to intervene in such situations. However, your earlier silence clearly won't work; it will only embolden the other party. In the future, if you encounter such things, you should speak out loudly. I believe there are still more good people in this world."
"Mm." Li Xiulan responded with a sound but did not say anything further.
The lecherous man behind Mo Ming kept glancing back at him, his eyes filled with resentment. It seemed that Mo Ming had ruined his plans earlier, and he was harboring a grudge. Mo Ming knew he wouldn’t let it go easily.
But what did it matter? Mo Ming had been frightened since childhood and would never bow down to evil forces.
He was acutely aware of every slight movement around him. Suddenly, he felt a small disturbance in his pocket and a smirk appeared on his lips. Without looking back, he swiftly elbowed the person behind him as a “gift.”
“Ah!”
The man had been about to pickpocket Mo Ming, feeling quite pleased with himself. Unexpectedly, Mo Ming’s elbow struck him hard in the abdomen, causing him to cry out in pain, though he dared not make a scene; after all, he was Pickpocket.
Everyone around looked at the man in confusion but didn’t understand what had happened and simply ignored it.
Up ahead, Pervert noticed the commotion behind and a glint of malice flashed in his eyes, but he pretended to be oblivious and stood quietly.
They were in cahoots!
Mo Ming immediately realized that Pervert and Pickpocket were part of the same gang.
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