"Umm... Sir?"
Lila whispered hesitantly, her voice barely audible as she perched on the edge of a plush bed.
Her cheeks were tinged with a rosy blush, accentuated by the sheer, thin blue gown she wore today.
After being kidnapped, her mories were fuzzy; she only recalled suddenly appearing in this large room, her senses overwheld by its luxuriousness yet contemporary architecture.
Her embarrassnt intensified as she observed the man before her.
He stood naked, his serious expression inconsistent with his state of undress.
Lila, usually composed, found her ears burning red—she wasn't accustod to such a bold display.
Standing at a modest 5'6", she felt decidedly small compared to the man's imposing fra of over six feet.
The sight of him was overwhelming, particularly the aspect of his anatomy that seed as thick as her wrist, swinging slightly between his legs.
Presently, he stood close, his eyes shut as he placed a hand gently atop her head.
The unexpected intimacy of his touch sent a flurry of butterflies through her stomach, leaving her flustered and bewildered about his intentions.
Snap!
Wang Xiao's eyes snapped open, suddenly alight with a piercing gaze that seed to bore straight into Lila.
Whoosh!
In response, Lila's own gaze grew vacant, her eyes transforming into clear, reflective pools that mirrored a deeper voyage.
Plunging into the depths of Lila's eyes, transitioning into a surreal visual pathway.
This pathway, shimring with ethereal light, twisted and turned, leading directly to the intricate network of her brain.
The walls of this neural pathway sparkled, dotted with pulses of light speeding along like commuters in a bustling subway, each pulse a fragnt of mory.
Navigating to her cerebral labyrinth, it would fast-play highlights from Lila's past.
It starts with her childhood, laughter echoing as a younger Lila chases fireflies in a twilight garden.
Born in the vibrant city of Miami, Lila was a Korean-Arican girl with an infectious smile and an energetic spirit.
The scenes begin with her childhood—laughing as she splashes in the ocean waves, playing tag under the Florida sun, and exploring the diverse neighborhoods of her hotown.
As she grew, Lila found herself drawn to the world of performance.
A local talent show marked her first step onto the stage, her voice carrying a blend of nervousness and excitent.
The cara lingers on the applause and the joy in young Lila's eyes—a mont of pure elation that defines her path forward.
Her journey took her across the globe to United Kingdom, where the newly found idol industry was booming.
Eager and ambitious, Lila threw herself into this new world, quickly capturing hearts with her unique blend of charm and mix heritage.
The footage speeds through auditions, rehearsals, and performances, showcasing her rise in the pop culture pantheon.
However, not all was bright in Lila's ascent.
The sight slowed down as it approached a more somber chapter.
At a high-profile industry party, Lila, still naive to the intricate politics of fa, accidentally offended a powerful and influential old man.
She had unknowingly refused his subtle advances during a private dinner, a misstep that would alter her trajectory.
Cast aside from the idol scene she loved, Lila found herself isolated in a foreign country.
But fate wasn't finished with her yet. Through connections from her earlier days, a lifeline appeared in the form of a job offer—this ti as a host for a news channel.
Grasping it with both hands, Lila reinvented herself, channeling her performative talents into journalism.
Each mory flickered by, vivid and brief, like the fras of an old film reel, until the sequence slowed, zooming back out to the present where Lila sat, vulnerable and exposed, under Wang Xiao's intense gaze.
His hand remained stretched above her head, channeling or perhaps searching, a silent architect of this mory excavation.
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Lila's expressions shifted fluidly—from tears streaming down her cheeks to bursts of laughter, to gentle smiles, and finally to quiet sniffles.
After an hour of this emotional cascade, her eyelids slowly fluttered open.
Her eyes were still moist, her breathing labored as she gazed hazily at Wang Xiao, who was busy disrobing soone else.
The rightful owner of this hotel room lay unconscious on the floor, sprawled in a disheveled heap.
Wang Xiao, examining the man's clothes he had just removed, appeared satisfied. The fabric was of high quality, smooth and fine under his touch.
"Tsk, what a weak person... Can't even defend his own honor," Wang Xiao remarked with a smirk, dripping with irony as he himself stood naked.
But just as he began to slip into the stolen clothes, a warm sensation enveloped his waist.
"Huh?"
Looking down, he saw a pair of slender hands with delicate fingers entwined around him—it was Lila, who had sohow found the strength to rush over and grab him.
"Girl, leave alone," Wang Xiao muttered, his tone carrying a subtle warning.
But in the next instant—
Thud!
With surprising force, Lila pushed him down.
As Wang Xiao twisted in mid-air to regain his balance, she reached out and grasped his face between her hands.
Then, without hesitation, she pressed her red lips firmly against his, sealing the chaotic mont with a kiss.
"Huh?!"
Wang Xiao was taken aback as Lila, flushed with arousal, giggled softly and began to delicately loosen her dress from her shoulders, letting it cascade effortlessly down her legs.
His eyes sharpened, tracing the curve of her ivory shoulders down to the striking violet bra trimd with black lace.
Thump!
Based on the vivid mories he had glimpsed, he knew exactly how to respond in this mont.
With a swift, fluid motion, he flipped her over, pressing her back firmly against the cool floor.
He then started to kiss her deeply, his lips eagerly claiming hers as he savored the sweet, intense flavour.
"Mmmmgnh..."
Lila's response was quick, her lips eagerly eting his, her breath mingling with his in a heated dance.
Her slender, pale hands traveled up his back, her touch exploring every corner as her nails gently dug into his skin, leaving her mark.
"Ahnnnn—!"
Her knees instinctively drew together, her entire body soft with desire.
As her soft, tender breasts made contact with his hands, each touch, each caress, elicited a lodic whistle from her parted lips.
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