Daddy Unknown

The bathroom was foggy. The mist clung to the glass, becoming droplets and slipping down.

Through the glass, a naked and delicate body could be seen vaguely. The water from the shower showerhead was sprinkled from top to bottom and fell on her fair shoulder, turning into countless transparent beads.

She brushed her hair with her tiny hands, revealing her pretty face.

Her skin was as fair as jade, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her nose was straight, her lips were red and thin, and her eyes were like the most precious amber—clear and did not show any desire. Her face was shining with a lively luster, beautiful and eye-catching.

Song Qian wiped the foggy mirror with her hands and smiled when she saw her face in the mirror.

This was her eighteenth birthday. To celebrate this special day, she sneaked into the most famous presidential suite in Crowne Plaza Hotel of the City Z.

However, she didn't spend a single cent—she crawled in through the window.

It was still early outside, for this presidential suite was usually booked after 8 p.m. After taking a shower, she was tired. She pulled up the curtains and prepared to sleep for two hours before leaving.

At this moment, the birthday present that the god had planned to give to Song Qian slowly walked towards the presidential suite.

"I'm tired. Don't bother me if anything happens,” Pei Yilin's adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was cold.

His face was handsome, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of frost from a thousand years ago. His thick black eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were as sharp as the eagle's eyes, his lips were tightly closed, and the suit he wore was black enough that nobody could approach him. His body was strong and burly, and there was an imposing vibe surrounded that makes people afraid to get close to his body. Just a little glance would make people's legs go soft.

It was dark in the presidential suite. Pei Yilin walked to the bedside and saw a woman lying on the bed. He suddenly stopped in his steps.

Pei Yilin's eyes darkened. It was too dark in the room. He couldn't see the face of the woman on the bed very clearly. The white bedding was covering her chest. She was fair and delicate, which made people fantasize endlessly.

"Haha—" Song Qian had a good time in his dream, "thank you."

She dreamed that Santa Claus had given her a large bag of money. She used the money detector to check the money out. All of the money was real. She had already counted more than 50,000 yuan, and the bag was still full.

Pei Yilin's dark eyes were filled with coldness. He pulled the blanket on the bed and Song Qian's body was completely exposed in his eyes.

Her silky black hair covered her face. Her white body was only covered by a set of small yellow underwear. Her waist was slender and her legs were slim. Her curve was not obvious, but she was small and exquisite. Pei Yilin was easily interested in her.

Was she the woman that the hotel had especially contributed to him?

Pei Yilin's lips curled up in pride. Other people gave him women with big breasts and hips. This one in front of him seemed to be a student who hadn't fully developed yet.

Just as she lifted the blanket, Song Qian suddenly opened her eyes. She got up from the bed and before she landed, her wrist was grabbed by someone and she fell onto the bed.

Pei Yilin grabbed Song Qian's wrist, with his strong body pressing down on her, trapping her in the small world he had built for her.

"Rumble ..." The thunder and rain were heard outside, and the sky was even darker. There was almost no light in the room.

Song Qian was in pain. The man who was pressing against her was like a raging fire, but when she looked straight into the darkness, there was another layer of ice.

"Who are you? Let go of me!" Song Qian threatened coldly.

"Playing hard to get?" Pei Yilin's cold face did not waver at all, and he declared very clearly, "this is no use to me.”

Song Qian's face turned dark. She quickly realized that she must have been sleeping so deeply that she didn't notice someone coming in.

However, with her keen hearing and vigilance, it was impossible that she didn't notice the situation. The problem must be this man. He was a freak!

"Do you know who I am? If you piss me off, I'll skin you in no time!" Song Qian's tone was cold and haughty.

Song Qian, the famous "Sesshomaru" in the underworld, was the top assassin in the Red Lotus assassin hiring center. As long as you can afford to pay the price, she would dare to risk to take anyone's head alone.

Nevertheless, apart from the top leader of the Red Lotus assassin team, no one had seen Sesshomaru's true colors. Even if she was a man or a woman, it was hard to guess. It could be said that she had a mysterious and great existence in the assassin's employment.

"Little wild cat,” Pei Yilin whispered, rubbing his finger on Song Qian's face, “you are the one who should be skinned.”

As his voice grew louder, his fingertips slowly slid toward her.

Song Qian's whole body trembled. From the very beginning, she had realized that she was no match for this man. His strength, his figure, and his indifference were beyond her.

Damn! After she had been wise for eighteen years and was actually going to fall into this man's hands today?

"Let go.” Song Qian's voice was squeezed through her teeth.

Pei Yilin's eyes darkened. The dignity and coldness on his body seemed to freeze him, but his enthusiasm did not diminish at all.

He tried very hard to see the face of the woman under him, but the half-blurred face in the dark was even fresher.

He could only say: this woman is a master who plays hard-to-get, which makes him very interested in playing with her!

The threat was invalid, and Song Qian could only prove her prowess with his actions.

As soon as she broke free, she was caught by a big palm before she could hit Pei Yilin on the head. She moved again, and her knees were suddenly pressed against harder knees.

“Bastard!” Song Qian gave a low and cold voice. With the strength of her hands, she lifted her whole body and pressed Pei Yilin down.

When her foot was about to strike Pei Yilin's private part, his big palm pressed her body. Song Qian's raised knee landed right on his thigh.

No one had ever attacked Pei Yilin before. Song Qian was the first one.

A light flashed in Pei Yilin's eyes and soon it extinguished.

Song Qian felt a powerful oppressive aura, especially when the man's clothes had disappeared. She had not noticed it.

"Woman, don't resist." Pei Yilin's voice was deep and full.

"I'm warning you for the last time, ah—" a tearing pain came, and Song Qian's eyes welled up with tears.

Her hands and feet were all pressed down, and her body was full of rage and fury, but she could not defeat the more powerful strength. At this moment, she was like a stray cat that had no way to resist being bullied.

Pei Yilin was surprised that the woman underneath him smelled so sweet. He was satisfied and the only thing he was dissatisfied with was that the woman did not cooperate at all and still tried to escape.

After more than an hour of running away and the suppressing war, Song Qian was completely defeated. She was ashamed and angry, and she felt wronged. She had never thought that she would fall for such a big trap!

Song Qian's head was tilted to the side and her long hair was messy on her face. It was as if she was covering her face so that she wouldn't feel so humiliated.

"Good girl," Pei Yilin coaxed, "from now on, you will be my lover." He said kindly.

Song Qian clenched her fists tightly. She was already night blind and hadn't even seen the man's face clearly. But now, it wasn't the time for her to try her best. If she didn't run away, the second round of attack would be coming soon.

"From now on, you will be my number one enemy!" said Song Qian, taking advantage of Pei Yilin's inattention, and waving his belt at him.

While Pei Yilin was dodging, Song Qian picked up what belonged to her, jumped down the window at the fastest speed, and ran away along the air-conditioners outside the window.

Pei Yilin's first reaction was to poke his head out to check. As a result, there was no sign of her at the long road junction.

He put on his bathrobe and walked out of the room. He went out and gave orders to his men, "get the surveillance footage and find the woman in my room."

Unfortunately, it was too dark in the room and she had been trying to cover her face. He had allowed the novelty to spread without turning on the lights. He had not even seen her face clearly!

Three hours passed.

"Master, how did that woman get in? The camera didn’t capture her at all. When she ran away, she only showed her back view. There's no way…to find out." The last words were almost stuck in his throat.

Hearing this, Pei Yilin's eyes were filled with unfathomable coldness and indescribable killing intent.