CHAPTER 567: CHAPTER 487: SOMEONE MAKES A MOVE IN SECRET

Qin Miaomiao had been gone for over ten minutes and still hadn’t returned, so Lu Qing decided to personally look for her. He even barged into the restroom but found no sign of her.

"Hot... so hot... I’m so hot..."

Murmuring to herself, Qin Miaomiao lay weakly on the soft, plush bed, drenched in sweat. Her eyes had lost focus, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her delicate skin that one might envy had now taken on a honeyed hue. She felt as if her throat was painfully dry, twisting her feverish body restlessly.

"So thirsty... I’m so thirsty."

Uttering those fragmented, heat-choked words, Qin Miaomiao felt her whole body ignite with burning sensations. It was as though a wildfire rampaged unchecked within her, impossible to suppress.

Lu Xing’s gaze locked onto the squirming Qin Miaomiao, his heart inexplicably excited. He picked up the mask in his hand, slipped it on without hesitation, and began approaching the figure on the bed step by step.

Attempting to turn over, Qin Miaomiao suddenly realized she couldn’t move anymore. She slowly opened her eyes and discovered her hands were bound to the bedframe, shock overtaking her as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Where... where am I..."

A soft moan escaped her lips, and her heart started pounding uncontrollably.

"You really do have the allure to seduce men."

Only then did Qin Miaomiao notice the shadowed outline of a strange man in the room. Her terrified gaze fixated on him as he drew closer, her emotions churning wildly. She quickly calmed herself, her face growing steely with anger as she stared down the man inching toward her.

"Are you feeling unbearably hot and uncomfortable right now?"

As Lu Xing observed her, he realized Mo Wenwan had drugged her. Moreover, there was a sleazy-looking man in the same room who had also been drugged. Connecting this with Mo Wenwan’s previous behavior, a theory began to form in his mind.

"Who... who are you? Did you bring me here?"

Fighting against the scorching discomfort inside her, Qin Miaomiao clung to her last shreds of rationality. Her mesmerizingly glazed eyes stared at the masked man before her, probing him intensely.

"Who are you, really?"

Lu Xing didn’t want to reveal his identity, choosing to remain cloaked in the shadows. But now, a rare opportunity lay before him, so he deliberately replied, "Looking at your current state, you should already have guessed what’s happened between us."

"What do you mean by that?" Qin Miaomiao’s gaze sharpened, a dangerous edge to her eyes.

"Whatever you think my words mean, that’s exactly what they mean."

Feigning a flirtatious tone, Lu Xing’s breath brushed against the rising warmth of the room, carrying his words to Qin Miaomiao’s jet-black hair, stirring an overwhelming wave of nausea in her.

Meanwhile, Lu Qing rushed out of the charity gala in a frantic panic. He was just about to check the surveillance footage when he overheard two female servers gossiping avidly near the entrance.

"I just saw a man carrying a woman who seemed drunk into a room. The way they looked was super intimate; it’s probably some secret tryst."

"The charity event is just over there. I’m guessing they both came out of it. The girl looked so young, and her pink dress was stunning."

The mention of a pink dress stopped Lu Qing in his tracks. He quickly interrupted them, demanding answers.

"Where did the girl you were talking about go?"

The two women exchanged uneasy looks, prompting Lu Qing to grow impatient and press them further: "Hurry up! Where did she go?"

"I didn’t get a clear look either. The woman was carried off by a man, but his face was covered by a mask. It was really strange."

"Where did they go?"

"Straight down that path, that way."