Chapter 315 - 313: Ouyang Manor
After about five minutes, Chen Tianlong appeared in front of the secluded villa.
He immediately recognized the black Audi; so that man in black truly was the eldest young master of the Ouyang Manor.
"Damn! A dignified young master, engaging in such shady activities, even becoming a flower thief, really idle with nothing better to do than commit bad deeds!"
Chen Tianlong muttered a couple of sentences, then hurriedly slipped into the villa...
After returning to the villa, Ouyang Jian put Wu Mengting onto the bed and pinched her philtrum hard. However, he discovered that this beauty was indeed a sleeping beauty, remaining unconscious.
Although he wouldn’t mind taking advantage when the beauty was asleep, upon further thought, such a rare find, he wanted to do it when she was awake.
Thinking it through, Ouyang Jian decided to go to his father’s pharmacy and fetch a Small Rejuvenation Pill to try; it’s said to be very precious and even has life-restoring effects, though its authenticity is unknown.
For this beauty, Ouyang Jian was willing to go all out, knowing that stealing a Small Rejuvenation Pill would lead to severe punishment if discovered by his father.
But, this villa was not just home to Ouyang Jian; recently, the young princess of the manor, Ouyang Meijia, had moved in, and the villa had three floors.
Ouyang Meijia happened to stay on the second floor.
Chen Tianlong chuckled coldly, quickly darted into the villa, unsure of where Ouyang Jian lived, he naturally started searching from the bottom floor upwards.
However.
Searching the ground floor revealed not a single shadow, seemingly all empty rooms without any beds.
Chen Tianlong quickly stepped up to the second floor.
Ouyang Meijia, scolded by her father yesterday for her recent lack of progress in martial arts, decided to sleep in this weekend as there were no classes.
She had a habit, regardless of winter or summer, to cover herself entirely with a quilt, leaving just a small opening for air.
Even as an Ancient Martial Artist, her lung capacity was quite large; otherwise, a normal person would suffocate.
In addition, Ouyang Meijia had a more peculiar habit, which was sleeping nude.
Nude sleeping from a scientific point is healthy, but it made girls feel insecure. If it weren’t for her strong sense of self-ability, she wouldn’t dare do this.
Chen Tianlong opened rooms one by one, looking inside slowly, but mostly saw storerooms filled with various decorations rather than bedrooms.
Finally, Chen Tianlong reached a room that looked inhabited, as several pairs of shoes, male and female, were placed at the door.
Chen Tianlong took a glance; they were all slippers, providing no further insight. He then pulled out a small wire from his pocket, a killer’s essential tool formed from years of habit.
After a few dozen seconds, a quiet click was heard and the door opened.
He tiptoed into the room, quickly closing the door behind him, then scanned the room. In front of a large window was a massive bed, where a person was cocooned under a tall, bulging quilt.
Chen Tianlong thought, it’s neither cold nor hot to require bundling up so tightly, even burying the head under the covers.
The only explanation could be that the person didn’t want to be seen.
"Hmph, so you hid my Mengting here," Chen Tianlong snorted coldly, walked directly over, needing to confirm Wu Mengting’s safety.
Though Chen Tianlong was worried that the young master may have already harmed Wu Mengting, he tried not to think of the worst outcome at this moment.
Approaching the bed, he impatiently lifted and threw the quilt onto the floor without looking.
In the next moment, Chen Tianlong was dumbstruck.
Before him lay a gorgeous woman’s body, fully exposed.
"Gah?"
Seeing the girl still asleep, Chen Tianlong’s eyes widened, at first thinking Wu Mengting had been stripped bare, he almost despaired. But upon closer inspection, this was clearly not Wu Mengting, her hair was golden, while Wu Mengting had long black hair.
Although this girl had an equally impressive bust, Chen Tianlong firmly identified her with just one look.
Ouyang Meijia felt a chill and instinctively reached for the quilt, but couldn’t find it after several tries.
Groggily opening her eyes, she saw a handsome yet stunned man standing ahead, just her type - well-built, even and handsome.
"Oh, even in my dreams, I see a handsome guy, have I really become a bad woman?"
Rubbing her forehead, Ouyang Meijia continued to sleep.
Watching her move slightly caused enticing ripples across her body; Chen Tianlong, breathing in sharply, almost lost control.
However, after hearing her muttering, knowing she thought she was dreaming, he swiftly turned to leave.
But.
Chen Tianlong had just taken two steps when a high-decibel scream nearly made him stumble and fall.
When Ouyang Meijia went back to sleep, feeling chilly again, she pinched herself, realizing the sensation was real?
As an Ancient Martial Cultivator, she quickly realized it was reality, not a dream.
So, just moments ago, her body...wasn’t it seen by that handsome guy?
With this thought, her loud scream resounded.
Chen Tianlong could not allow her to make noise. If it alerted the young master, wouldn’t Wu Mengting be hidden away again?
To prevent the beauty’s actions, he grabbed the quilt from the floor, leapt onto the bed, and embraced Ouyang Meijia, covering them both with the quilt.
Ouyang Meijia, surprised by Chen Tianlong’s sudden action, was momentarily speechless.
While she was stunned, Chen Tianlong pressed down on her, his hand covering her mouth.
Ouyang Meijia’s eyes widened, blushing at such an intimate position...
Yet.
After a brief moment of calm, Ouyang Meijia was ready to explode; having a strange man barge into her bedroom and...with such a sensuous position pressing on her body, could she not burst out?
"You bastard! Pervert!"
Furious, Ouyang Meijia’s fiery temper surged, throwing a punch at Chen Tianlong’s face.
Shocked by the sudden attack, Chen Tianlong barely dodged, nearly losing a few teeth.
"Beautiful...miss, you must have misunderstood, don’t hit!"
Chen Tianlong swiftly avoided her strike and quickly shuffled back, still pinning her to prevent her from yelling.
Ouyang Meijia was nearly driven mad by Chen Tianlong’s persistence, wondering why he, having just rolled off, was now pressing down on her again. In his death throes, he couldn’t forget to seize one last advantage.