Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang's lips were hot as he pressed eagerly against Pan Xiaoting's beautiful red lips.

Pan Xiaoting, who was sitting on the table in Lin Lang's arms, stiffened slightly at the first moment, her eyes full of surprise and hesitation.

However, Lin Lang's ardent love was like a burning flame that quickly surrounded and ignited her.

After a brief hesitation, Pan Xiaoting's inner emotions were awakened by Lin Lang's passionate kiss, and she began to respond to Lin Lang's enthusiasm with clumsy kissing skills.

Pan Xiaoting closed her eyes slightly, put her arms lightly around Lin Lang's neck, and actively kissed Lin Lang back.

The two figures leaned against each other tightly beside the billiard table. Their intertwined breathing and passionate love made the air in the entire VIP single billiard room become hot and ambiguous.

Pan Xiaoting was immersed in this passionate kiss, feeling Lin Lang's presence and letting this love spread wildly.

Lin Lang's kiss became more and more passionate, as if he wanted to convey all his love to Pan Xiaoting through this kiss. His hand gently touched Pan Xiaoting's cheek, his fingertips caressing her hot skin, and the delicate touch made his heart sink more and more.

Pan Xiaoting completely lost herself in this passionate love, and her response was equally passionate and sincere.

While Pan Xiaoting was kissing Lin Lang back, her hands slowly slid down from Lin Lang's neck and grasped his white shirt, as if she was afraid that all this was just an illusory dream that would be fleeting.

She overcame her embarrassment and responded to Lin Lang passionately. Their breathing intertwined and they could not tell one from the other.

I don't know how long it was before they slowly separated, their foreheads touching, their eyes full of attachment and affection.

Lin Lang gazed at Pan Xiaoting tenderly. At this moment, her lips had turned rosy due to the kiss just now, and there was still a lingering confusion in her eyes. This look made Lin Lang's heart tremble again.

"Xiaoting, you are so beautiful. I like you so much!"

Lin Lang's voice was slightly hoarse, yet extremely firm, and every word seemed to come from the deepest part of his heart.

Pan Xiaoting panted slightly, with a shy blush on her beautiful face, and she replied with a pounding heart: "Brother Lang, I like you too!"

"In fact, I have been attracted to you for a long time, but I have never dared to admit it. It's all because I was too young and infatuated with you and couldn't resist the temptation of a scumbag like you."

Pan Xiaoting's voice is soft and sweet, like the warmest spring breeze, with a hint of playful self-mockery.

After hearing what Pan Xiaoting said, Lin Lang laughed softly, his laughter full of doting.

"Xiaoting, why are you so cute?"

As he spoke, Lin Lang couldn't help but peck Pan Xiaoting's cherry lips again.

At this moment, Pan Xiaoting's face was rosy, just like a ripe peach, delicate and tempting. She lowered her head slightly, and said softly and delicately: "Brother Lang, are these sweet words you said credible?"

Lin Lang replied confidently: "High!"

"What I say to you is truer than pearls, so it is certainly more credible."

Pan Xiaoting's emotions turned against her, and she said inexplicably sadly: "Promise me that when you have played enough with me and want to get rid of me, you must do it softly, okay?"

Lin Lang frowned after hearing this. He forgot which lover had said something similar to him before. He suddenly felt distressed for Pan Xiaoting.

"Xiaoting, please stop imagining things, okay?"

Lin Lang held Pan Xiaoting tightly in his arms. This time, he hugged her even tighter, as if he wanted to integrate her into his life and give her as much sense of security as possible.

Pan Xiaoting leaned on Lin Lang's chest and whispered, "Brother Lang, I'm afraid of losing this feeling now."

Lin Lang gently stroked Pan Xiaoting's hair, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile.

"Silly girl, you just think too much. Let's not think about the things that haven't happened yet, and just enjoy the present."

Pan Xiaoting raised her head and looked at Lin Lang with her watery eyes, "But I always feel that this happiness is too unreal. I'm afraid it will suddenly disappear one day."

Lin Lang scratched Pan Xiaoting's nose and replied affectionately: "Don't worry about losing me just because we just started dating. You are my sweetheart."

Pan Xiaoting couldn't help laughing, "You just know how to coax me."

Lin Lang said seriously: "I'm not kidding you, these are all my true feelings."

The two looked at each other and smiled, their smiles filled with love for each other and longing for the future.

"Brother Lang, I want you to carry me on your back and walk around the VIP billiard room for a few laps, okay?"

Lin Lang smiled and nodded without hesitation, "Of course, my little darling, how could I not satisfy this small request?"

As he said that, Lin Lang turned around and patted himself on the back, "Come on, Xiaoting, come up, hold me tight!"

"Hehe..." Pan Xiaoting giggled and gently lay on Lin Lang's back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

Lin Lang carried Pan Xiaoting steadily on his back and began to pace slowly in the VIP billiard room.

"Wow, this billiard room feels completely different when viewed from this perspective." Pan Xiaoting looked around curiously and laughed happily.

As Lin Lang walked, he joked, "Of course, this is your exclusive perspective as the Queen of Nine Balls. No matter what you want to see in the future, I will show you from a different perspective."

Pan Xiaoting put her face on the back of Lin Lang's head and said coquettishly, "Brother Lang, you are the best."

As they walked, Lin Lang deliberately shook his body. Pan Xiaoting was so scared that she screamed, "Hey, Brother Lang, what are you doing!" and then she started to giggle.

"I'm just trying to make you happy. Look how sweet your smile is." Lin Lang said, and his steps became more unsteady.

Pan Xiaoting laughed and teased: "Brother Lang, why do I feel like your steps are like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife?"

"Hey...Xiaoting, have you ever seen such a handsome Zhu Bajie?"

After saying that, Lin Lang began to hum "Pigsy Carrying His Wife on His Back". He sang deliberately in a tone-deaf voice and the tune was totally off-kilter, but he was still very into it.

Lin Lang deliberately took big and exaggerated steps, twisting his body, just like the naive Zhu Bajie.

"Wait, lights, lights, wait, lights, lights, lights, lights, log, log, log, log..." Lin Lang sang at the top of his voice, shaking his shoulders from time to time, causing Pan Xiaoting to bounce up and down.

Pan Xiaoting laughed so hard that tears almost came out. She patted Lin Lang's shoulder gently and shouted, "Brother Lang, stop singing. It's too bad. Hahahaha..."

But Pan Xiaoting's laughter betrayed her, it was obvious that she found it extremely funny.

Lin Lang became more and more excited as he sang, his head swaying to the rhythm, "Hey, this is an exclusive version I sang just for you. You won't hear anything as good as this outside."

As he spoke, Lin Lang lifted Pan Xiaoting up and almost made her slide off his back.

Pan Xiaoting hugged Lin Lang's neck tightly and scolded: "Hey, Brother Lang, be careful!"

Lin Lang stopped, turned his head slightly, rubbed Pan Xiaoting's hand with his face, and said lovingly: "Xiaoting, brother really tried his best to make you smile."

Pan Xiaoting held back her laughter and said deliberately in a serious tone, "Well... considering that you tried so hard to coax me, I'll reluctantly give you a 60."

"Only 60 points?" Lin Lang pretended to be wronged. "I put in so much effort in my performance, how could I get 90 points?"

Pan Xiaoting laughed and said, "Because I'm afraid that if I give you a high score, you'll become proud!"

Lin Lang took a step forward, continuing to hum the off-tune tune, and walking around in circles in the billiard room with the cute Pan Xiaoting on his back.

The laughter of the two echoed in this VIP room, and a sweet atmosphere filled every corner.

At this moment, the door of the billiard room was suddenly pushed open, and the receptionist of the Baiwei Billiard Club walked in.

Seeing this scene, the receptionist froze in place, scratched her head and smiled awkwardly: "Uh... sorry to bother you."

Lin Lang and Pan Xiaoting then came to their senses and realized that they were still in a public place.

Pan Xiaoting shyly buried her face in the back of Lin Lang's head, not daring to look the receptionist in the eye, and whispered, "Brother Lang, please put me down. This is so embarrassing."

Lin Lang quickly put Pan Xiaoting down.

Pan Xiaoting looked at the receptionist and asked with a slightly red face, "What's the matter?"

The front desk lady's face was filled with anxiety and helplessness, and even her tone was a little hurried: "Oh no, Xiaoting!"

"Mr. Zhao from Taicheng Group got drunk. He heard from somewhere that you were practicing billiards at our club, and he insisted on having you play a few rounds of billiards with him."

"He also announced that Mr. Zhao will pay for all the expenses in the club tonight. As long as you play billiards with him, no matter if you win or lose, he will give you 100,000 yuan for each game."

When Pan Xiaoting heard this, her originally relaxed eyebrows slightly frowned, a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she said bluntly: "Would I care about his 100,000 yuan?"

"I'm a professional women's nine-ball champion, and I'm not here to have fun. Go and help me reject him directly. Be firm and don't let him pester me anymore."

"Okay, Xiaoting, I'll do it right away."

The receptionist smiled awkwardly, turned around and left the billiard room, closing the door gently.

Lin Lang listened at the side, his face gradually darkened, his brows knitted tightly together, and his face was full of displeasure: "Who is this Mr. Zhao from Taicheng Group?"

Pan Xiaoting sighed softly and explained helplessly: "He is a particularly annoying rich second-generation guy named Zhao Chengkai. Apart from spending his days drinking and partying, he is obsessed with playing billiards."

"I don't know what's going on, but Zhao Chengkai pays extra attention to my games. No matter where I go to compete, he always follows me."

"He keeps pestering me to be his girlfriend. I've rejected him countless times, but he still won't give up."

After hearing this, Lin Lang frowned and said, "Come on, I'll take you to meet this Mr. Zhao."

As soon as Lin Lang finished speaking, the door of the billiard room was slammed open with a loud bang.

A man with a red face and reeking of alcohol staggered in, followed by several burly bodyguards.

No need to guess, this person must be Zhao Chengkai.

"Xiaoting, you made it so hard for me to find you!" Zhao Chengkai squinted his eyes and spoke with a thick tongue, his eyes revealing an uncomfortable greed.

Zhao Chengkai's eyes wandered freely over Pan Xiaoting, completely ignoring Lin Lang, who had a gloomy face standing beside him.

Lin Lang took a step forward, calmly protecting Pan Xiaoting behind him, and said coldly: "Mr. Zhao, you are not welcome here, please get out."

Zhao Chengkai then turned his gaze towards Lin Lang, looked him up and down, and sneered with disdain: "Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me here?"

"It's not your turn to interfere in what's going on between me and Xiao Ting."

Pan Xiaoting poked her head out from behind Lin Lang and said in a cold tone: "Zhao Chengkai, I have made it very clear that I don't want to have anything to do with you. Please don't bother me anymore in the future."

Zhao Chengkai seemed to have not heard anything, and continued to talk to himself: "Xiaoting, you should know that with the little prize money you get from the competition, you can only make a few dollars. If you play a few rounds of billiards with me, you can easily make hundreds of thousands of dollars, isn't it great?"

Lin Lang suppressed his anger and said impatiently: "Get out. Get out now, right now."

After hearing this, Zhao Chengkai angrily yelled at Lin Lang, "Who the hell are you? Do you believe that my men will beat you to a pulp?"

Seeing this, the bodyguards behind Zhao Chengkai took a step forward, rubbing their hands together, and all of them looked ferocious and ready to take action.

Pan Xiaoting pulled Lin Lang's clothes with some concern and whispered, "Brother Lang, don't be impulsive. There are many of them."