O Sr. Yan Quer Me Provocar Todas as Noites

Eno’s thoughts drifted away, and in a daze, she heard a voice speaking close to her ear.

It was a man’s voice, low and hoarse.

“Stop pretending to be asleep!”

Eno’s eyes flew open. Her vision, at first hazy and unreal, gradually sharpened, and at last she saw clearly the man pressing over her.

“Mr. Yan?”

A flash of astonishment crossed her face; her wide eyes were round as copper coins.

What was happening? Why was she lying in Mr. Yan’s bed?

After a wild, tempestuous night, the effects of the drug in the man’s body finally faded. He lowered his gaze to the woman beneath him, her snow-white chest covered in the marks his kisses had just left.

He brushed aside the damp hair clinging to her forehead, revealing a delicate face. Eno’s breath was uneven, her cheeks flushed, her eyes red, looking so pitiably lovely.

She glanced around and, to her shock, realized she was in a guest room in the annex of the Yi family villa.

How had she ended up here? Wasn’t she supposed to be in her own bedroom? Who had brought her here?

Rubbing her spinning head, she tried hard to recall the night’s events.

Tonight was her adoptive father Yi Leijun’s birthday; many friends and relatives had been invited to the house for the celebration. Yan Ze, the heir to the Yan Group and someone her father needed to curry favor with in business, was among the guests.

As the adopted daughter, Eno only needed to make a brief appearance downstairs. She watched the guests dance and sing, ate a small piece of cake, and was about to retur