Since it is a battle, naturally one would throw in everything to battle it out. Old man is at the office defending the base camp, while I go move from side to side at a dance party. Tonight's party is at a splendid villa. Even though it is not a big party, there are a lot of participants. Upper class parties usually don't depend on other things, but just rely on the influence of the host. If the influence of the host is not sufficient, even if the walls were covered in gold, silver, pearls and jewels, these elegant princes would not deign to attend. I picked out a new set of formal attire and intentionally wore a single ruby earring on one ear. I am well aware of the influence of today's host, NiLuo. NiLuo's power and influence is not limited to France, but also extends to the distant Hong Kong, exerting some subtle effects. It is very hard to tempt this person, but we had experienced one night of passion together. Hopefully he still remembers my name. This intention is in my heart, but with the scar on my head, I still actually dare to think of tempting others.
The venue was packed with the splendid jewels of society, all dazzling to the eye. Sumptuous interior decorations and beautiful women all elegantly dressed, is something I am accustomed to. Suddenly there was a stab of pain from the scar on my forehead, as if it was reminding me of its existence. I immediately felt pitiful, HuangSheng, what capital do you still have now? Who among those gathered here is not an elite prince, masterfully playing around? One wave from NiLuo and anyone would respond, what need is there for you to cause your own humiliation? Before, seducing others was usually for the sake of my own desires. Not caring one way or another. Once in hand, I may forge some connections for the sake of the family but that was just frosting on the cake. Today I actually plucked up enough courage to come here because I want to battle with YuJiang, causing me to be so keyed up. Only now do I realize how much I've been trying to forget my scar, how much inferiority I actually feel. The way society treats people, I have seen my share of mortifying scenes. I definitely do not wish for myself to play the leading role. While I was hesitating, someone spoke up beside me:
"ShengSheng, why are you standing outside the door? When did you become my doorman, and how come I don't know anything about it?" I turned around. Looks like it's NiLuo. His face was glowing, smiling and waving the glass of red wine in his hand. Seeing that he is in such a good mood, my anxiety was greatly reduced. "What happened to your face?" He suddenly frowned when he looked closely at my face, stretching out his hand to touch my scar.
"Of course it is because I violated the law and committed crimes, trying but failing to steal chickens. Let's not talk about it, since I'm already disfigured, I'm doomed to be an ugly man from now on." I smiled. Because the hand that was touching my scar was still continuously stroking it gently. This significance, of course I understand. NiLuo said:
"It's really not ugly. Instead it adds a little charm." No matter the sincerity of those words, I felt a little better listening to them. I gratefully smiled and looked at him seductively.
"How about we look for a place to discuss this charm?" He happily agreed and pulled me inside. I was by NiLuo's side throughout the whole party. The woman that was his original dancing partner sent me ten thousand cutting looks but I pretended not to notice. For the sake of preparing the foundation for revenge, I also reverted to my former ways, not sparing any effort in greeting people. In those greetings, there were a few jokes, reconstructing my image to that of a corrupted prince. Luckily not only did these people not avoid me, they even thought that a little imperfection suited me better, one after another coming over to greet me. At the end of the party, my confidence had recovered considerably. I smoothly accepted the host's invitation to join him in his big luxurious bed.
"You are very charming tonight." I said:
"Thank you."
"You're already in my bed and yet you're so reserved?" He started to tease me. His fingers stroked my scar and this was followed by kisses. Looks like everything is going smoothly but unfortunately I start to recall the most unwanted thoughts of the time when I received this wound. I fought to control myself. He still hasn't entered me, and I have already become so stiff, almost like a mummy. "What's the matter?" NiLuo asked me while parting my legs. I wanted to find a humorous reply, since I had already taken great pains in preparing for this night, and I have yet to achieve what I came here for. But my throat was hoarse. Seeing that I was not going to reply, NiLuo faintly smiled and lowered his head and started to prepare me. He had just put the lubricant at my entrance when I jerked as if from a snakebite, almost falling off the bed. "Are you alright?" I forced a smile. My fa