All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Supporting Bai Yan as she stumbled, Stan Wallace paused briefly when he passed by me and asked, "Are you coming with me or staying here?"It seemed that since he said he wouldn't interfere with Harley Gunther and me anymore, he truly intended to leave us be.His tone was distant and indifferent, as if I were a stranger he could easily discard on the roadside."Go with you," I replied, my heart brimming with resentment, but my voice was timid. I moved closer to Stan Wallace, "Go home with you."Stan Wallace called for a seven-seater business car through an app, which was just enough to take all six of us back to our accommodation.Apart from Stan Wallace and Bai Yan, the others had to return after finishing their projects, and the company had arranged for everyone to stay at the same hotel.After dropping off the others, only Bai Yan, Stan Wallace, and I remained in the car. The driver asked where we were going. Bai Yan, who had been too drunk to speak clearly earlier, now clearly

My body, which had softened, stiffened. I opened my eyes in vain, calling Stan Wallace's name over and over, finding fleeting, minuscule comfort in his hoarse responses.In those rare moments of intimacy, Stan Wallace's hands had also touched the skin beneath my clothes. His warm palms could ignite a fire within me at will.But now, as his hand pushed aside the fabric and caressed my waist, I couldn't help but think of the slick, cold hands of that man in the factory, like venomous snakes, dry and menacing.I would be stripped and torn apart by those hands, those desires, those gazes.Biting down on my inner lip, I forced my eyes wide open, not daring to make a sound, afraid I would lose control, do something that would hurt Stan Wallace the most, push him away.However, during such intimate moments, nothing can be hidden from each other.The movements on my body gradually stopped. A sudden flash of white light made me tightly shut my eyes. My chin was pinched, gently shaken.At

The weather was getting hotter, and someone at home kept the central air conditioning on all the time, keeping the indoor temperature just right, neither too cold nor too hot.When Stan Wallace went to take a shower, I secretly turned off the air conditioner and started steaming an extra fish I had bought earlier.Perhaps it was just my imagination, but the room's temperature seemed to rise immediately. The orange-red afterglow seeped through the window, like burning embers.Earlier in the day, before parting with Tang Xiaohui, she dragged me to a nearby knitting store near the school to buy a new set of pajamas. She told me to keep up the good work and to seize the opportunity.The black camisole had a soft lace trim around the neckline and hem, with smooth, flowing fabric. It wasn't overly revealing, but the material was so light that it clung to my body as I moved, making it quite sexy.I pinned my hair up with a shark clip, leaving a few loose strands falling by my ears and ne

The name Su Muchen had not been heard by me for a long time. Even Officer Zheng, when referring to him, would use the more affectionate terms like "your father" or "Old Su."Officer Zheng had said more than once that my father was a hero, and because of his assistance, they were able to save many troubled youths and prevent many from being victimized."What kind of prostitution? The school beauty's father has friends in the police station; it's called rape, written in the police report," another person shook their head. "Harming a girl, and in the end, losing his life. Tsk tsk, evil people will get what they deserve."I never expected that when someone else spoke his name, he became a despicable rapist."Poor Designer Yu, having such a sister. I heard his father was swindled out of all his money, and even lost a leg."The girl curled her lips, then smirked with a hint of slyness, "Before she climbs into Designer Yu's bed, let's take our chance, each showing our skills."A law stu

Walking down the hospital corridor, my steps were hurried and my legs felt weak. I descended the stairs as I encountered them, all the way to the first floor, where I bumped into someone's shoulder. I lowered my head in apology and continued towards the exit.The phone was filled with a continuous busy tone, ending with a gentle female voice prompting me to try again later. At night, only the emergency department was open, and there were fewer people than during the day; the building felt empty and chilly.When I first arrived at the Yu family, influenced by Stan Wallace, my sole goal was to maintain stable grades so that I could leave on my own. I worked hard and never wavered. Even when I went to university and was alone in an unfamiliar city, I never backed down, believing that doing my best would always lead to good results.But why, no matter how hard I tried, it never seemed to work with Stan Wallace? No matter how much I persisted, it was all in vain. He was always so calm an