sjar Chapter 460 Fireworks Show in the Dark
Chapter 460 Fireworks Show in the Dark
The faint smile on Ye Fan's lips seemed to deepen slightly.
He didn't raise his glass in response, but simply looked at her with his unfathomable eyes, then casually gestured with his chin towards the seat next to her, his voice low and carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Sit down and drink."
Feng Timo seemed to be frozen in place; under that gaze, all her courage vanished instantly.
She sat back down stiffly and awkwardly, her body taut.
However, the moment she sat down—
The left hand that originally belonged to Han Yiying's waist and belonged to Ye Fan was now naturally and gently placed on Feng Timo's waist, carrying a burning heat!
"Ah!" Feng Timo screamed silently in her heart, her body stiffening as if she had been electrocuted!
An indescribable tingling sensation, mixed with immense shame and panic, instantly spread throughout my body.
She instinctively tried to twist her body and push away that burning hot hand!
But Ye Fan's fingertips seemed to possess a magical power, gently and slowly caressing the back of her stiff waist with a hint of soothing yet also a sense of control.
What alarmed Feng Timo even more was that Ye Fan's face remained calm and expressionless! He was even calmly talking to Han Yiying beside him in a low voice, a smile on his lips, as if the hand that was causing trouble behind her back had nothing to do with him!
Feng Timo's body froze completely, like a delicate plaster statue nailed to its seat.
She dared not move, even holding her breath, for fear that the slightest movement would attract even more "attention".
She cautiously raised her eyes and found that Ye Fan's attention seemed to be completely focused on Han Yiying. Only then did she exhale a very slight breath from deep in her throat, as if she had just escaped a disaster.
But before she could finish exhaling, she was overwhelmed by a tremendous sense of chaos and absurdity once again.
What... what on earth is going on?!
Ye Fan and Han Yiying stood close together, oblivious to everyone else, their intimate posture suggesting that things were progressing smoothly.
But his hand, which also carried a possessive meaning, was controlling her waist... Could it be that he... he wanted to...?
A thought that made Feng Timo blush and her heart pound rose in her mind, mixed with indescribable shame, indignation, helplessness, and a secret, even unacknowledged, flutter in her heart.
Her mind went blank, leaving only the burning sensation of that hand, searing her nerves like a brand.
After a few glasses of fine red wine, the atmosphere in the private room had reached its peak of intimacy.
Under the combined influence of alcohol and the atmosphere.
Han Yiying lay limply on Ye Fan, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed red, and her breath carrying the scent of wine and a slightly tipsy heat.
Feng Timo, standing to the side, wasn't much better off.
My head felt like it was filled with mush, I was in a daze, my body was weak, and my eyes were sometimes blank and sometimes focused. I couldn't tell if I was really drunk or if I was using drunkenness to hide the turmoil in my heart.
At this moment, however, truth or falsehood is no longer important. The "courage" and tacit consent bestowed by alcohol lead the meaning to the same end.
What followed was a natural consequence.
There was no coercion, only mutual consent.
Otherwise, Han Yiying and Feng Timo wouldn't have gone to such lengths to chase after them.
......
Two hours later.
The night was as dark as ink, with only the city lights of Nanjing, as dazzling as a galaxy, flowing outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Inside the presidential suite, the air was still filled with the lingering fragrance of intoxicating aromas and a faint scent of wine.
Han Yiying and Feng Timo, each wearing a soft white bathrobe, sat side by side on the edge of the large bed.
Both remained silent, their bodies still lingering with the afterglow of their intimacy, but their eyes had regained some clarity, a mixture of complex and indescribable emotions—a brief moment of bewilderment, uncertainty about the future, and a touch of weariness after everything had settled down.
Ye Fan, also wearing a bathrobe, stood alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his tall and upright figure turned away from them.
He gazed silently down at the city that never sleeps, the myriad lights outside the window reflected in his deep eyes, yet they couldn't penetrate his emotions.
He had absolutely no intention of going back to comfort or explain, nor was it necessary.
In adult games, it's all mutual consent, and everything is understood without words.
If we say it outright, we'll lose that tacit understanding and dignity.
After a moment of silence, Ye Fan finally turned around.
Without any pleasantries, he went straight to the point and asked, "Bank card number."
The sound was calm and even.
Han Yiying and Feng Timo were slightly taken aback, but then they understood.
The two silently gave out their card numbers.
Ye Fan picked up his phone and quickly tapped the screen with his fingers.
Soon, two clear bank deposit notification sounds rang on the two women's phones.
"I transferred one million to each of your cards," Ye Fan said calmly, as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter. "Take it as pocket money and buy whatever you like."
Next, he downloaded the Douyu app on his phone and smoothly registered a new account with a simple and direct ID: 【凡尘一叶】.
"Now," Ye Fan said without looking up from his phone, "start the live stream, black screen on."
Han Yiying and Feng Timo exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
But they didn't ask any questions and immediately did as instructed, skillfully opening their respective live streaming rooms and turning off their cameras.
Instantly, the screens in both live streams went completely black.
In front of them, Ye Fan opened Douyu's recharge interface. His finger tapped the screen repeatedly, each tap accompanied by a confirmation of an astonishing recharge amount.
His swift and decisive action, as if he were typing a string of numbers rather than money, made the two women instantly understand his intention!
My heart started racing involuntarily.
Ye Fan first clicked into Han Yiying's black screen live stream room.
Immediately afterwards, a "fireworks show in the dark" that left all the viewers in the live stream speechless began!
[System Announcement: The esteemed 'Fanchen Yiye' has activated the 'Emperor' VIP status in Han Yiying's live stream!] (Golden announcement effect)
[A Leaf in the Mortal World is gifting Han Yiying 50 Super Rockets!]
[A Leaf in the Mortal World is gifting Han Yiying 100 Super Rockets!]
【…】
On the pitch-black live stream screen, apart from the large gold text of the system announcement, there were only super rocket effects, one after another, rising into the sky and exploding with dazzling trails of flame!
They were like expensive fireworks blooming wildly on a black curtain, illuminating the entire live broadcast room as bright as day and creating a bizarre spectacle!
The dense special effects sound effects blended together, completely drowning out any background music that might have been there.