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Qiao Anxia looked towards the fruit knife she held, smiling coldly towards Lin Shiyi. "Didn’t know you were such a wuss, just a small cut and you’re like that?" she mocked.

Qiao Anxia tossed the fruit knife onto the floor before running out of Lin Shiyi’s room. Outside, she instructed Lu Jinnian’s assistant, "Go get my shoes!"

Barefooted, she ran towards the elevator heading for the top floor.

This wasn’t the first time that Lin Shiyi had sent a woman to Producer Sun, hence he understood what the gift was the moment he received the text, leaving the hot spring ahead of time.

The entire journey back to the hotel, Producer Sun was trying to guess who she could be this time. The moment he opened the door and found Qiao Anhao lying on the bed, his body reacted almost immediately.

He never expected Lin Shiyi to have sent Qiao Anhao... She was the woman he had been craving for the longest time!

Drugged, Qiao Anhao couldn’t think straight, lying lifelessly curled into a ball on the bed. Her entire face was tinted pink, even the skin that was exposed were a deep shade of pink, appearing exceptionally seductive.

Just this image was enough to arouse Produced Sun. He took large strides to the bed and stared down into her beautiful face for a while. How could someone look so beautiful? He fished out his phone and sent a text to Lin Shiyi before reaching out to caress her delicate skin. Turning, he went straight to the shower.

Producer Sun washed himself briefly before coming out of the shower. While he was drying himself, he hesitated slightly as he looked towards his cologne. After a moment, he reached for it and started spraying it all over his fat body. Satisfied, he tied a towel over his waist and headed out.

Grinning, he climbed onto the bed, impatiently reaching out with his hands to pull off Qiao Anhao’s swimsuit. She was burning! The slight touch sent a tremble through him, rushing him into a frenzy.

Qiao Anhao felt as though she was on fire, heat engulfing her. She was excited and sensitive, but the minute someone touched her, she had a strong sense revulsion.

It was the first time she had felt such repulsion. With the last shred of sanity, she was sure that this was not normal, but regardless of how she struggled, she wasn’t able to explain it.

Qiao Anhao wore a conservative swimsuit, and when she curled up, it clung to her, making it difficult to remove. In a hurry, Producer Sun roughly ripped it off, sending pain coursing through Qiao Anhao. She frowned, an unfamiliar scent clouding her senses. It was a man’s cologne!

Man? Qiao Anhao frowned deeper as she wrestled her eyes open. Even after staring at the person in front for a long while, she still could’t register who he was.