Outside the VIP room, the corridor stretched in quiet luxury.
Soft spirit lamps lined the high walls, casting a warm golden glow across polished black stone floors that reflected the light like still water.
The heavy wooden doors of the private suites muffled the distant roar of the auction hall, leaving only the faint echo of footsteps from far-off servants.
In one shadowed corner… just far enough from the main walkway to offer a thin veil of privacy.
Han Wei stood behind the woman, his expression twisted into a lewd, satisfied smile.
Plap!
Plap!
Plap!
Below him, the beautiful attendant was bent forward, both palms pressed flat against the cool stone wall for support.
Her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders, partially hiding her face as she kept her head lowered.
His hands gripped her waist tightly as his hips rolled forward in rough, deep thrusts, the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh soft but unmistakable in the quiet space.
