Section 2

Her eyes were drooping, scrutinizing, devoid of even the slightest trace of superficial desire. She still remembered how his two fingers could easily grip her power, knowing that if he were ever displeased, it would truly be... Moreover, he also had a gun

The figure in front has already entered the winding staircase, and only the light footsteps on the wooden stairs can be heard

The silver key trembled continuously in her hand, and after much effort, she finally inserted it into the keyhole. She pushed the door open and then leaned heavily against it, breathing heavily.

He is indeed a long-time customer, never shying away from discussing his past

Cheng Mu Yun's eyes drooped as she calmly admired her bosom, where the front was open and rose and fell with her intense breathing

However

Thus, the door was opened

Wen Han opened her eyes wide, unable to move, her body pinned down by him, and she could only glare at Cheng Mu Yun in anger. Look! It is clearly not me, not me!

In this room, in the man's almost predatory kiss, in a world where oxygen gradually drifts away, even hallucinations begin to emerge. The chest experiences a dull pain and suffocating agony due to the intense reaction of oxygen deprivation

Wen Han returned to the room, reflecting on the landlady's words, and recalling his series of impressions of this person, he began to feel uncertain. Could this person really just be an ordinary layperson who has returned to secular life, without anything peculiar? According to the landlady, the management of firearms here is so lax, mostly for self-defense, and there is nothing to be overly surprised about

How should I inform a few colleagues about this matter, and what would be the best way to say it? If they find out, will they confront him? However, he clearly stated that it was a misunderstanding

Oxygen, oxygen

Warm and sticky

The wind that rushed in through the main door stirred the incense lit on the first floor. She chose this place initially because the proprietress is a devout Buddhist. The entire layout and decor of the inn profoundly reflect the beliefs of its owner

Wen Han was taken aback for a moment, then immediately guessed who it was

Wen Han only knew to breathe desperately, and in her urgency, she leaned against the door and began to cough violently. She had never realized how terrifying it could be to have her throat constricted for an extended period. She saw the person in front of her pick up a vibrant shawl from the ground, and at the moment he straightened up, she fiercely reached out her hand, intending to push him away and escape through the door.

He shrugged

This person and his actions

Are you in a hurry to check your emails? Agassi is not so dependent on the internet, feeling quite bored as he taps on the keyboard

He returned from the night of Kathmandu, Nepal, his entire being infused with the unique scent of this city

"Shh... don't be angry," he clearly did not take it seriously, interpreting her words as a different form of flirtation. "I am a very generous person, the price I offer will definitely not disappoint you"

She feels weak in her legs and is unable to stand any longer; she wishes to walk to the bed and lie down for a while

The door of the inn behind me creaked, accompanied by the crisp sound of a copper bell.

Wen Han's body stiffened, and the sound he shouted was immediately covered by him

I know, he has mentioned it before. The boss lady, however, does not seem to care much

I finally understand that he is not speaking falsely; he is indeed waiting for a girl who speaks Russian... for special services. The man behind him rests his hand on the door frame, gently tapping the door with his fingers: "Don't mind it, dear, I am willing to make some compensation"

There is also the rooftop, where voices can be heard coming from the laundry room on the roof

Regardless of her desperate attempts to evade and her struggles as she kicked and flailed aimlessly

Before her hand could even touch him, she was already enveloped and bound by the shawl

But she could do nothing

Speculations and doubts, all negative thoughts were shattered one by one by the facts. She could not even find any points of doubt to question him, to tell her companions that she once thought he was a very strange and dangerous person

The proprietress is also of Chinese descent; she initially booked this hotel online because of the proprietress's heritage

Mysterious, rugged, and travel-worn

Cheng Mu Yun felt that the back of his hand was completely soaked, and suddenly he became somewhat disheartened: "I do not like to force others; this should be something that brings us both joy"

The proprietress casually gathered her long hair with a wooden hairpin, letting it hang loosely at the back of her head. A string of sandalwood prayer beads hung from her wrist as she smiled and spoke to her in Chinese, which was somewhat rusty yet still fairly standard: "I have a regular customer who has paid for the entire bill for people in your line of work. You will not need to pay for the upcoming inn expenses, rafting, or the expedition to Mount Everest."

A wave of heat rolled over her body, yet her hands and feet were cold, and she shot him a fierce glare

He pressed his lips against hers once again

But he is still carrying a gun

Wen Han did not speak, and she still felt a lingering fear. Even after hearing the landlady say that he was a regular customer, her fear intensified. That kind of fear, which spread from the depths of her heart, was difficult to explain; she had never been so afraid of anyone before

Wen Han heard the door being locked, ran downstairs, and tremblingly took out the key to his room in front of the door, intending to unlock it

She was on the verge of collapse; those were not human eyes. There was no light within them, only darkness, like a vortex, as if it could swallow her at any moment

As Wen Han was still staring blankly at the screen, an arm suddenly appeared beside her, propping itself against her side: "It seems that you have developed some curiosity about me. Should I be pleased by this?"

The footsteps of warmth and cold were faint as they approached the staircase

She wishes to alleviate this unpleasant feeling, yet she cannot suppress it.

There are countless backpackers from various countries here, with inns located everywhere, one next to another. Outside the window, someone is even singing loudly in the local language, accompanied by Indian music... she has even heard the laughter of Agassi coming from downstairs

... ...

He did not give her any chance to cry or get angry, exposing all the ambiguity in the open space. At this moment, Wen Han's mind was completely blank; she only knew to grip her shawl tightly, bite her lip, and glare at him fiercely. The young girl outside the door was stunned, pressing her left hand against her French sun hat, murmuring softly in Russian: "Oh my God"

What should I say, "no"? He leaned closer to her

Why can I encounter this person everywhere I go

Even if this matter is truly a "misunderstanding," she still has his strange identity from Tibet, as well as the scene of him holding a gun at the foot of the Himalayas... Wen Han wanted to take a shower, but as she took off her clothes, she felt an indescribable sense of humiliation

Wen Han clearly detected the ambiguous tone of the young girl.

When he said this, there was no smile in his eyes

From the lips to the tip of the tongue, he fiercely sucked, draining away the last trace of oxygen from her throat, leaving nothing behind. The fingers pinching the sides of her throat seemed to loosen slightly, merely to allow her to desperately draw in oxygen, only to have it cruelly taken away by him again

He used to be a lama, did you know that

After all, she has Chinese blood running through her veins, and this sense of trust is innate.

So close, so clear

"Excuse me, is someone here waiting for a beautiful Moscow woman?" The voice was that of a woman, distinctly reflecting the Moscow style.

Without exception, everyone praises the proprietress for her thoughtfulness, as she enjoys incorporating the character "胡" when communicating room booking information with guests, and is affectionately nicknamed "Little Fox." "Chinese travelers going to Nepal should definitely look for the Little Fox inn, which offers great value for money and is very safe." "The Nepalese milk tea at Little Fox's shop is truly delicious." "I really want to go again; the last time I went, I unexpectedly met a humorous man who spoke Russian, and he was quite charming. I heard he used to be a monk..."

The door behind was suddenly knocked on unexpectedly

Wenhan referred to the computer, and the little boy suddenly realized, leading two young ladies to the so-called "internet café" that only had two computers, turning them on and entering the password for them

Wenhan accessed the open forum and found the introduction of this inn

He finally released her, retying his half-loosened belt, yet he was too lazy to tuck his shirt into his trousers, leaving it hanging outside, resembling a man who had hastily dressed after a passionate encounter.

"You are truly ... ... very special, is it because I was too rough just now?" He remained languid, pressing her arms against the high door panel, "Or is it? I am different from the guests you have met; do you want to impress me?"

Always able to think of

She, in the posture of a sacrifice on the cross, glared at the man.

Let me go, Wen Han's body trembled, "Let me out..."

The power of all shackles suddenly vanished

Wenhan still felt uneasy, so he had dinner in Agassi's room and made an excuse to call her to accompany him to the first floor, where there were two computers with internet access, which was considered quite good in this city. The other two men also went downstairs, saying they were going to take a stroll to enjoy the scenery of Taimeier. Since there were hardly any lights after nine o'clock, it was not very suitable for girls to be out, so leaving them to use the internet was considered safe.

He said, "The boss lady chuckled, 'He is infatuated with you, so... he is willing to pay this amount.'"

A sharp pain surged through her wrist, awakening her to the sudden calamity that had befallen her. The fear that had gripped her moments ago, akin to being on the brink of hell, was swiftly replaced by a sense of humiliation. She was so enraged that she could barely articulate a complete sentence, "Let go of me! I am not a prostitute!" Her voice, strained by coughing and anger, had taken on a hoarse quality. The fear that had gripped her moments ago, akin to being on the brink of hell, was swiftly replaced by a sense of humiliation. She was so enraged that she could barely articulate a complete sentence, "Let go of me! I am not a prostitute!" Her voice, strained by coughing and anger, had taken on a hoarse quality.

She kept shedding tears, which flowed down her face and jaw onto the back of his hand

I do not need it, Wen Han recalled his actions and could not help but tremble, especially the look in his eyes when he held her throat, "Is he a regular here?"

But she seemed to be facing a soul, as this person possessed an extraordinary reaction speed

She swore that she must have been crazy to think that when she first met this man in Tibet, he was the one among all the lamas she had seen there with the purest gaze.

This is an area where foreign tourists gather, this is Thamel Street

The girl let out a joyful laugh, and then the door behind her was closed

Lost in such chaotic thoughts, the innkeeper's wife suddenly arrived. When Wen Han opened the door, he belatedly realized that he was still wrapped in that shawl, beneath which was the shirt that had been torn earlier. He welcomed the innkeeper's wife into the room and then went to the bathroom to change into a pure cotton short-sleeved T-shirt

The proprietress spoke a few more words, then stood up to leave, but recalled something in the corridor and turned back to say: "There are two men among your companions. Considering that we are all of Chinese descent, I will discreetly have the doorman provide them with two guns for self-defense. You know, there are still many anti-government militants around here, and the situation is unstable. The control over firearms is also lax, so it's better to be safe than sorry"

Indeed, the landlady smiled, "He often comes here, and the room on the fourth floor is reserved for him long-term."

As if she understood what she wanted to say, Cheng Mu Yun picked up the shawl on the ground with her boots, wrapped it around Wen Han's shoulders, and said in a barely audible voice: "What a pity, it is not you"

As four people descended the stairs, the Indian bellboy was dozing off. Hearing the footsteps, he was startled awake and looked at them

He remained silent and lazily replied in Russian from outside the door: "Baby, wait a moment, I have one more here, getting dressed"

Wen Han's gaze stopped here

Looking at the date, it is three months ago

She was momentarily taken aback

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Moreover, she finds it extremely difficult to speak about it