Warm breath brushed his ear, carrying a faint hint of sweetness. Chen Lin felt a tickle in his heart and instantly understood what she meant.
He turned his head.
His eyes met Song Qiuya's shimmering gaze, full of suggestion.
A wicked smile curled Chen Lin's lips.
He lowered his voice too, answering word by word in a breathy whisper.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of you tonight."
That single sentence sent an intoxicating blush blooming across Song Qiuya's pretty face.
She shot Chen Lin a look so alluring it could almost steal a man's soul, then took the resentful-looking Qin Chuxia by the hand and hurried away.
The distinguished guests had all left. Chen Lin had barely breathed a sigh of relief when someone clamped onto his shoulders from behind.
"Linzi! My brother! Save my sorry ass!"
Wang Shuo's hulking, 253-pound frame descended on him like a mountain of flesh, his face filled with tragic desperation.
Beside him, Wang Ye stared at Chen Lin eagerly, the longing in his eyes almost palpable.
"What are you doing?" Caught between laughter and tears, Chen Lin wriggled out of his bear hug.
"The weight-loss pills!"
Wang Shuo was so excited that spit flew as he spoke.
"Zhao Jie spilled everything! He said you gave him a bottle of miracle pills, and he completely transformed in less than a month! Linzi, look at me! If I don't lose all this fat soon, my wife really will make me sleep in a separate room!"
Wang Shuo's face was full of misery.
He had married early, and a sports injury to his meniscus when he was younger had left him unable to do strenuous exercise. His weight had skyrocketed in just a year or two.
He had tried every weight-loss method on the market and had