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Chu Yuan looked down and saw the woman at his feet, wearing a camisole nightdress, her soft chest pressed against his calf.
The low neckline revealed a faint glimpse of her fair skin.
The nightdress ended just above her hips, leaving her beautiful legs fully exposed.
Even on The Mortal Realm, known as the cruise ship with the world's most stunning women, no one could compare to her beauty.
Chu Yuan had left the gambling table early. Nothing else — his headache had flared up.
It was a hereditary family illness, passed down across generations.
According to the family tree, no one with this condition lived past thirty.
Once the medicine could no longer suppress it, he would go mad and lose his mind.
He was now teetering on the edge of insanity.
In the elevator, he had nearly lost consciousness several times.
As he stepped out, he caught a whiff of orchid fragrance floating in the air.
The crippling headache vanished, replaced only by a strange longing.
The clear, elegant scent lingering around his nose came from the woman kneeling at his feet.
Chu Yuan lifted his gaze to the waiters, who were bowing ninety degrees.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The lead waiter replied, "This lady is drunk. We are taking her to the infirmary to rest."
Ye Jiuting contradicted him immediately.
"I haven't been drinking. They're bad people. Sir, please take me away — anywhere. I will repay you, I swear."
Afraid of being abandoned, she clung tightly to his leg.
The waiter said, "Mr. God of Gamblers, we apologize. We failed to handle a drunk guest and blocked your path. We will take her away at once."
With that, two waiters stepped forward, one on each side, reaching for her arms.
Ye Jiuting's face paled in terror. She lifted her head and begged the God of Gamblers.
"No… Mr. God of Gamblers, save me."
Her eyes reddened, brimming with tears.
She trembled violently from fear, like a fragile little animal that would break at the slightest touch.
Panicked, she tried to stand, but failed several times.
Instead, her chest rubbed repeatedly against Chu Yuan's calf, sending a tingling current through him.
One of her shoulder straps slipped down, exposing her smooth, round shoulder.
Far from looking messy, she only became more breathtakingly alluring.
Chu Yuan stared at the orchid at his feet — beautiful but not coquettish, pure as snow.
The moment those filthy hands were about to touch her skin, he bent down and lifted Ye Jiuting into his arms.
"I'm taking her. Tell your master to come to me if he wants her back."
The waiters froze, then bowed in unison. Not one dared to argue.
They could only watch helplessly as the God of Gamblers carried her away.
Ye Jiuting leaned against Chu Yuan's chest, trembling from the aftermath of terror.
Afraid he might let her go, her pale fingers clutched desperately at his clothes.
A pleasant woody scent surrounded her, flowing through her body like clear spring water.
It felt so comforting.
Her body trembled involuntarily.
"You've been drugged. I'll take you to the infirmary."
Gambling ships were dark corners of the world; cases like Ye Jiuting's were nothing unusual.
Chu Yuan saw her condition at a glance.
"No. Please hide me, lock me up — anything, as long as no one sees me."
The enemy was hidden while she was exposed. Going to the infirmary now would be walking straight into the trap.
If she could just endure the worst wave of the drug, drinking plenty of water would help her flush it out.
Ye Jiuting fought desperately to control the turmoil in her body and looked up at the man's face.
What met her eyes was a young man.
His features were sharp and sculpted, his eyes picturesque, his nose high and straight, his diamond-shaped lips a healthy pink.
He looked like the male lead from a comic book — striking, soul-stealing.
The air was filled with his attractive woody fragrance.
The scent of his masculinity reacted chemically with her drug-tormented body.
A burning heat flooded her like a ferocious beast, swallowing her whole.
Flame meeting fuel — she ignited instantly.
Her reason burned to ashes.
Her actions were no longer her own.
Ye Jiuting wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
He turned his face away, and her kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. She tasted a faint mint flavor.
The scent was addictive, like opium.
She wanted more, more kisses, but he pulled her away firmly.
She tore at his clothes, crying bitterly.
"I'm sorry… I lost control… I can't stop…"
Chu Yuan kicked the door open and set her into the bathtub.
He turned on the shower. Cold water poured down over her head.
The clash of ice and fire did not sober her. If anything, she lost control even more completely.
"Soak in cold water for a while. I'll get a doctor."
Chu Yuan's voice was deep and magnetic.
To Ye Jiuting, every word that left his mouth was temptation.
Ye Jiuting grabbed his wrist and burrowed into his arms.
"Don't leave. I need you."
She began tearing at her own clothes, revealing her graceful figure. Blushed with desire, her skin took on an alluring crimson hue.
Cold water droplets slid down her curves, drawing soft, involuntary moans from her.
"My body's so hot… I feel itchy inside… someone switched my medicine…"
Ye Jiuting babbled about her suffering.
Afraid he would run, she used her full weight and strength to hold onto him, pulling him into the bathtub.
"I'm clean… this is my first time… I don't have any diseases."
Ye Jiuting kissed the man's lips, fumbling with his clothes, begging without any sense of order.
She wrapped herself around him, limbs tangling, body writhing, pleading almost desperately.
"Mr. God of Gamblers… save me… kiss me… hold me…"
Chu Yuan hated one-night stands. Even more, he hated women of unknown origin throwing themselves at him.
But right now, his splitting headache controlled his nerves like a virus.
His body was drawn to her against his will, craving to be closer.
It was as if this would cure his condition.
Magma meeting an iceberg — the explosive power that erupted shattered all his rules.
He flipped her over and pressed her into the bathtub, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Woman, look clearly. Who am I?"
"You're the God of Gamblers." Ye Jiuting spoke his name clearly.
The next second, her lips were sealed, her breath taken away.
The man's ragged panting sounded in her ear, like a siren's call, erasing all reason.
Ye Jiuting's soul seemed to leave her body, leaving only an insatiable shell.
When his kiss pulled away slightly, she clung to him like a starving fish, begging for more.
She was in agony, her body burning. She didn't know how to ease the pain.
In her desperation, she dug five bloody marks into his chest.
"Sir, please… don't torture me anymore."