Chapter 041: Bare Chest and Exposed Bottom

Just as he reached the lounge area, Li Huan saw Xiao Yu emerge from Li Gang's room, her face full of melancholy. Moments later, Li Gang followed, a cigarette dangling from his lips and an expression of utter satisfaction. An evil thought sprang into Li Huan's mind: had Brother Gang ravaged Xiao Yu's secret garden?

"Li Huan-huan, you're finally here! Brother Gang bullied me—he's so mean!" Xiao Yu ran to Li Huan as soon as she saw him, eyes brimming with tears, grabbing his arm and shaking it.

Li Huan tilted his head, casting a curious glance at Xiao Yu's backside. Once that suspicion took root, it refused to be suppressed. But if things really were as he imagined, Xiao Yu shouldn't be so lively—she'd be bedridden for a couple of days at least, considering Li Gang's notorious roughness.

"Li Huan-huan, you're awful! Why are you staring at my butt?" Xiao Yu, innocent as ever, didn't grasp the implication behind Li Huan's gaze.

Li Huan ignored her question, instead looking up at Li Gang with a frown and a suggestive expression as if to say, "You beast, you don't even spare men."

Li Gang, having just taken a drag from his cigarette, immediately understood Li Huan's insinuation. The expression on his face and that "I know all about you" look told him that Li Huan must have conjured some utterly ridiculous scenario.

Li Gang choked hard on his cigarette, spitting the butt onto the floor. After a moment, he straightened up, shot Li Huan a look of disdain, and said, "Damn you, I'm still a virgin!"

No sooner had he spoken than two colleagues wandered over from the corridor. They exchanged meaningful glances with Li Gang. One guy gave a thumbs-up, uncertain whether in admiration or mockery, while the other leaned close and whispered, "Brother Gang, do you have some… issue? I know a guy who smuggled real Indian miracle oil—you want it, I can give you a deal. Guaranteed you'll go from rags to riches tonight!"

"Get lost!" Li Gang barked, so furious that smoke seemed liable to erupt from his ears, kicking the guy hard and then stomping on the cigarette butt with all his might. "Damn it, you've ruined my reputation!" he glared at Li Huan, clearly annoyed.

Xiao Yu looked utterly perplexed, a child unfairly accused. Li Huan believed that if, one day, Xiao Yu's secret garden was seeded with the flower of love, the prime suspect would surely be Li Gang, whose orientation was still a mystery even to himself.

"How is that my fault? You were grinning lasciviously a moment ago!" Li Huan retorted. Anyone seeing Xiao Yu's aggrieved expression and Li Gang's shameless smile would jump to the same conclusion.

"You're disgusting!" Li Gang raised his middle finger again in rage, then remembered something. He glanced suspiciously at Li Huan and said, "Sister Feifei said if she saw you, you should go to her office."

"Oh? Alright." Li Huan could guess why Sun Feifei wanted to see him, his brow furrowing as a wave of nervousness washed over him.

Li Gang's lips twitched, then he widened his eyes and warned, "Don’t mess around, kid. If you dare touch Sister Feifei, I’ll cripple your third leg!"

Li Huan wiped the spittle from his face, recoiling in disgust. "Should I tell you the secret that Sister Feifei already slept with me?"

Seeing Li Gang’s face turn ashen, Li Huan bolted. If Brother Gang flew into a rage, not only Xiao Yu but even Li Huan’s own secret garden would be in jeopardy!

When he reached Sun Feifei’s office, the seductive and enchanting senior was, unfortunately, absent. Li Huan didn’t mind; he settled onto the sofa and noticed two glasses of red wine laid out. He picked up one and sipped, savoring the rich, mellow aroma—no trace of harshness. It seemed to be Feifei’s own private stash.

From the bathroom, he heard the sound of running water. Li Huan turned to look; the door wasn’t fully closed, leaving a narrow gap. Presumably, Sun Feifei was showering inside. What unsettled him was that she had called him over, yet she was bathing and had prepared wine—what could this mean?

Was she really planning to sleep with him? The thought made Li Huan suddenly nervous. It didn’t make sense; wasn’t Feifei always drawn to mature, dependable men?

Uneasy, Li Huan shifted in his seat. Perhaps he was overthinking; Feifei often drank, maybe it was coincidence. Besides, they had a negotiation later—this wasn’t the time for such things.

Soon, the bathroom door swung open and footsteps echoed. Li Huan’s heart seemed to contract abruptly. Then a strange woman’s voice rang out, "How do I look in this? Sexy enough?"

Li Huan instinctively sensed that the woman was not Sun Feifei, but he turned out of curiosity. Before him stood a slender figure, back turned, swaying at the bathroom mirror.

Her smooth, pale back gleamed like century-polished jade; the curve dipped at her waist then rose sharply, reaching its peak at her full, rounded hips, unshielded save for a thin black string draped across the cleft. Between the two plump, moon-like cheeks, a black ribbon peeked out, and below, a small patch of cloth barely covered her most mysterious region.

Li Huan’s mouth fell open; instinctively, he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as something below rose to proud attention, declaring its intent.

The woman arched her hips, swaying them left and right. When no response came, she snorted in dissatisfaction and turned. Her breasts, unashamedly bare, quivered like water balloons tossed by a child, creating a tumultuous wave. The two rosy tips on her snowy mounds stared back like startled, anxious rabbits with bright red eyes.

"Feifei…" The woman started to call Sun Feifei’s name, but seeing a man on the sofa staring in a daze, she swallowed her words and let out a hoarse cry, quickly wrapping herself in a towel. Then, leaping up, she delivered a side kick straight at Li Huan’s face.

Li Huan was stunned—he hadn’t expected this woman to know martial arts. Her instinct wasn’t to flee and dress, but to attack the stranger who’d seen her unclothed. This meant only one thing: either she had an exhibitionist streak, or she was confident she could defeat him in a flash.

Li Huan leaned toward the latter. Her reaction was quick, her movements sharp, and the kick came without hesitation—this was no amateur’s display.

Realizing the danger, Li Huan was startled. She wasn’t wearing heels, but if her kick landed, he’d need surgery before anyone recognized him again.

The rushing wind flipped up her towel, revealing glimpses of breathtaking beauty. Li Huan dared not linger; he stepped back, left hand raised to block at her knee, right hand gripping her ankle, halting her momentum.

The woman gaped in surprise—she hadn’t expected this stranger to stop her attack, and his grip was strong, immobilizing her leg.

Li Huan was equally astonished, for he now glimpsed beneath her underwear. Her long legs were raised high, and between them, the thin lace barely concealed a lush, dark patch, glossy and vibrant, revealing a slender pink crevice.

It was perhaps the world’s most enchanting sight, lush as a meadow in spring, holding not just an allure for men but a certain sacred mystery—a longing and anticipation beyond words.

"Have you seen enough?" the woman snapped coldly, pushing off with her left leg and leaping away, her toes slicing toward Li Huan’s head.

Snapping out of his daze, Li Huan quickly let go, falling back onto the sofa. The stranger seized the moment, lunged forward, and grabbed his wrist.

The space on the sofa was cramped, leaving Li Huan little room to maneuver. He couldn’t resort to the usual tricks used on men, so he grappled with brute strength. Though the woman knew some martial arts, her strength was lacking, and despite their struggle, she couldn’t subdue him.

"Hey, stop it or I won’t be polite!" Li Huan struggled, twisting her wrist. Suddenly, the woman remembered something, bent her knee, and drove it forcefully toward Li Huan’s groin.

A chill shot through him; instinctively, Li Huan shifted his hips, narrowly evading disaster. Without thinking, he released her wrist, spread his fingers, and grabbed her breast.

The sensation was astonishing—full and supple, even through the towel. It felt as if the slightest pressure might send those snowy rabbits leaping free.

"Mm…" The woman let out a pained moan; her struggling body suddenly went limp, a blush coloring her cheeks. Her gaze toward Li Huan was murderous, as if she could slay him with her eyes.