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"Hey? Have you heard? Boss Du and Mr. Corey almost got into a fight at the same gambling stone event. One's a living hell king, and the other's a major drug lord. This year's underground gambling scene is bound to be chaotic!"
"Yesterday, when Mr. Corey challenged Boss Du to a bet, who would have thought that Boss Du would just walk away with his beautiful companion without a second glance?"
"Is it that masked beauty?"
"Yes! She won the top prize at yesterday's gambling stone event, leaving Mr. Corey so furious that his face turned green."
Within just two hours at the underground gambling venue, news of Mr. Corey losing the bet and being refused further wagers had spread like wildfire.
In a luxurious suite, Chi Mu Jiu sat on the soft sofa, anxiously scratching her back, but her exquisite little dress severely limited her movements. At that moment, the itch and pain on her back were unbearable, as if countless tiny insects were crawling over her skin, tormenting her.
Unable to endure it any longer, she called out repeatedly to Du Cheng Yan, who was showering in the bathroom.
"Du Cheng Yan! Du Cheng Yan!"
In the bathroom, upon hearing her voice, Du Cheng Yan wasted no time and immediately turned off the shower. Water droplets slid down his muscular frame as he grabbed a towel and roughly dried his damp hair before striding out of the bathroom.
"I'm here, sweetheart. What's wrong?"
Hearing Du Cheng Yan's deep and gentle voice behind her, Chi Mu Jiu turned around while trying to show him her back. But as she lifted her head, her gaze was caught by his unadorned figure.
Her eyes widened in an instant, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Why did you come out like that?!"
Her voice trembled, and her face flushed with heat.
Du Cheng Yan looked at her shy demeanor with raised brows and a teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"You called out so urgently; I didn't have time to get dressed."
His tone was relaxed and carefree, showing no signs of embarrassment from their unexpected encounter.
His gaze was firmly locked onto Chi Mu Jiu, filled with teasing and overflowing affection.
"Why are you blushing again? It's not like you haven't seen it before. Are you hoping to touch?" Du Heng Yan's lips curled slightly, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Sometimes I really want to call the police," Chi Mu Jiu mumbled softly.
"Then come here and hold tight," Du Heng Yan said in a low voice, though he still wrapped the towel around himself.
He pretended to step forward to embrace her, but for the first time, Chi Mu Jiu dodged him.
Du Heng Yan furrowed his brow in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"My back itches, and it hurts too," Chi Mu Jiu replied helplessly.
"Turn around, let me see," Du Heng Yan immediately suppressed his playful demeanor.
Chi Mu Jiu obediently turned her back to him, and Du Heng Yan carefully unzipped the back of her dress.
On her fair skin, there were now clusters of red spots, and faint scratch marks could be seen as well.
Du Heng Yan's brows knitted tightly as his mind raced through the past two days of their meals and clothing choices. They had eaten the same food, and this little one had no particular aversions; the clothes she wore were all carefully selected by her.
"It itches," Chi Mu Jiu said impatiently, trying to scratch her back.
But Du Heng Yan quickly pressed her hand down gently. "Be good, Madam. Just bear with it for a bit longer; if you scratch more, you'll break the skin."
He felt a tightness in his heart as he carefully removed the gown from Chi Mu Jiu, checking her body for any signs of an allergic reaction. He noticed small red spots beginning to appear on her arms, with the back of her body showing more severe symptoms.
Chi Mu Jiu looked at the annoying red spots on her arms, the itching becoming increasingly unbearable. Unable to resist, she instinctively reached out to scratch.
"No, you can't do that. The more you scratch, the itchier it gets. Let me handle it."
"You? How are you going to help?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly felt herself lifted as Du Heng Yan swiftly picked her up in his arms.
"Don't do this, Du Heng Yan! Aren't you afraid of getting infected?"
She resisted slightly, her body twisting a bit in his hold. After all, no one could say for certain whether allergies were contagious.
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