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After receiving the reply, Zhang Yun nervously put down her phone, her movements careful. I was too hungry to notice her expression.
After finishing the barbecue, I dragged Zhang Yun to the mall to buy a few sets of work outfits. I was starting my new job tomorrow, and I couldn't wear jeans and a T-shirt every day. While we were at the mall, Zhang Yun received a call. Cheng Haifeng invited us to go out that night for some fun, saying it was his roommate's birthday. Zhang Yun asked for my opinion. I thought about it; my heart had felt like it was trapped in a cage these past few days, suffocating me. Suddenly, I wanted to indulge a little, so I nodded in agreement.
The bar was still vibrant and lively late at night. I wore a black dress with sparkling straps that barely covered the tops of my thighs. My slightly tipsy makeup made me look particularly alluring. This was the first time Zhang Yun saw me dressed so provocatively, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Baby, you should dress like this more often."
As we entered the bar, the energetic music assaulted our eardrums, and colorful lights flickered in the dark. In the past, I always found this place too noisy, but tonight, I felt a rush of excitement; even before drinking, I couldn't help but sway to the rhythm, trying to shake off all my worries. At our booth, Cheng Haifeng and his friends had already started drinking. With girls joining them, they seemed to be having even more fun. After a few drinks, I pulled Zhang Yun to dance. Cheng Haifeng tried hard to protect us, but the dance floor was too crowded with people moving around freely.
A few men at the adjacent booth had their eyes on us as soon as we entered the bar. When they saw us drinking and dancing, they exchanged glances and made their way toward us, gradually surrounding us. Cheng Haifeng could protect Zhang Yun but not me. Suddenly, I felt hands roaming around my waist; someone pressed against my back and moved with me. I stopped dancing and turned around to see a stranger. Realizing that the hand that had just touched me belonged to him made me feel nauseous. I wanted to leave the dance floor but found that Zhang Yun and I were surrounded by a group of men. Zhang Yun also stopped moving, but Cheng Haifeng held her close so those men couldn't get near her.
I looked around in fear, hoping for help, but the dim lights of the bar made it hard to see anything clearly; everyone else was lost in the rhythm of the music and didn't notice our situation. Just as the man who had touched me reached for my backside again, I heard a scream; for some reason, those men quickly left the dance floor. Someone pressed against my back again; trembling with fear, I felt a familiar scent of vanilla waft into my nostrils as I turned to see Shen Yulin's grim face illuminated by the dim light. His eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that felt like fire burning within him, stirring an inexplicable anger inside me.
What was he doing here? Who was he to me? Why did it matter? I tried to break free from his embrace but found myself held tighter.
"Don't move," his voice whispered in my ear with an edge of warning.
I stopped struggling and felt his warmth and breath against me; oddly enough, it gave me a strange sense of security.
He led me out of the dance floor into a quieter corner.
"What are you doing here?" I looked up at him and asked.
He didn't answer my question but gently wiped away lipstick from the corner of my mouth with his finger.
"Don't wear such short skirts anymore," he said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
A surge of anger rose within me. "What does it matter what I wear!"
His gaze deepened further. "You are mine."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" I glared at him.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms.
"Xingxing, you can only be mine." He leaned down and kissed my lips passionately.
Just as I intended to push him away, he held me tighter. Having had some drinks made it hard for me to resist him completely; I let him hold me instead. From Zhang Yun's perspective, it looked like we were a couple kissing intimately as they quickly left the dance floor with mischievous expressions.
After our dance ended, Shen Yulin pulled me out of the bar; his grip on me was like iron claws that left me unable to move an inch. No matter how much I struggled or twisted my body, it was futile; an unprecedented sense of oppression washed over me. Trying to pry his fingers apart with my other hand proved useless; each attempt only made him hold on tighter.
"Shen Yulin, you're hurting me!"
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