[Warning: Hot, steamy stuff from the last chapter continues. Skip a bit to read the progress on the case!]

He felt her pull his boxers down and didn't make a sound. "Just feel," she said. Mo Qingchen looked up and saw her push his t-shirt up. He was about to lift his body up to help her but she pushed him down. The shirt caught in his arms but covered his face and eyes.

"You can breathe, right?" she asked gently.

He nodded enthusiastically, wondering where this idea had come into her mind.

He felt her shift but didn't think much of it. In the next moment, his cock throbbed as a moist heat slid up and down his length. He couldn't see, but he could hear her giggle.

Qian Meng just wanted to feel it against her. Nothing more. But the shock of her wet heat had sent a wave of pleasure through her.

It hit Mo Qingchen had her pussy was not only pressed against his cock but that it was wetting his length. He started to lift his hands and then hesitated.

"You can," she told him. Given the green light, Mo Qingchen rested his hands on the cheeks of her ass. She could feel them tense and relax as she continued to rock forward. All the while, her finger brushed over the hard nubs.

Mo Qingchen shuddered as she pressed her breasts into him.

Her body still gyrated, but now she leaned more into him. Their bodies molded together, her hot breath on his neck as he clung to her.

Mo Qingchen was losing it… and fast. He was a grown man and this woman was going to make him lose it in record time. Instead of stopping the sensations, he pulled her closer as those breasts mashed against his bare chest.

Qian Meng did a strange swirl of her hips and he felt the warm and moist lips wrap around the head of his cock. That was his limit. He gave a grunt and his hips jerked.

Qian Meng smiled as she did one final swipe. But her own pleasure caught her off guard. She moaned softly into his ear as she twitched. The wetness pooled over his cock, mixing with his cum.

Despite the impromptu blindfold, he cradled her as they both came down. When she finally lifted away from him, he pulled the shirt down. Without a word, she pulled the panties into place and turned to move away.

Just as she was about to disappear into the bathroom, she gracefully turned back. With a sultry smile, she blew him a kiss and slipped through the door.

He just lay there, the mixture of their fluids cooling on his member. He pulled his clothes into place and sat on the bed until she returned.

He ignored the sticky mess in his pants as he walked into the bathroom. He gave her a glare but she felt no heat from it. He was satiated and she felt overly happy about it.

But that was the extent of her courage. Her heart throbbed in her chest. The moment she pulled her panties aside, fear had gripped her heart. She had planned it when she put the shirt over his eyes but actually doing it made her scared.

He hadn't seen all of her. That was all she could say. She took in a deep breath as she tried to calm herself down.

Neither slept after that. Instead, they had breakfast. But the call came then. They claimed to be the police. Something about Bai Ye Qing.

She got their information, including their badge number and what they wanted. Still, she asked for uniformed police to be sent to their address.

"What is it?" Mo Qingchen asked before he bit into a toast.

"I think the police have a lead on Bai Ye Qing's case. They wanted an interview. I told them to come in uniforms and badges," she shrugged.

"Do you want me to accompany you there?" he asked softly. "Me being there would push things along faster." He arched his brow.

"Yes, yes. Almighty Mr. Mo. I don't need the help, though. I think they are talking to people who are related. You are not related in that sense, so… just take rest at home." She kissed his cheek, the butter on her lips spreading over it.

He grumbled a little but didn't protest too much. She snickered and went back to breakfast.

The police did come.

"There goes my off day," Qian Meng joked. She took the car, leaving Mo Qingchen wondering what was going to happen. Qian Meng had already called that lawyer, Li Jun. He could handle everything, so he shouldn't be worried in the least.

Instead, he focused on work. He had known Qian Meng would be home today on a break and didn't want her to feel lonely. She had only stayed when he was around. Leaving her unattended and uncomfortable wasn't something he wished.

Now that she was gone, he could go to his study and finish up some work.

He went into the office, not expecting anything grand to happen at that time.

- - - - -

In the police station.

Qian Meng had arrived and the police had taken her statement. She had given them everything she had, including the threatening voice messages he had left.

"So, would you like to wear a wire in case he comes to your location?" the officer asked.

Qian Meng blinked. "I don't mind wearing it but I have a lot of sensitive business conversations," she admitted. Li Jun moved in his seat.

"Usually, the police ask to wear a wire to those who can have free conversations with the suspects. Why are you placing a wire on my client?" he asked seriously.

The officer frowned. "Actually, of the people who could have a frank conversation with him, none are suitable. The suspect's mother refuses to cooperate. The girlfriend is a wild strand that we can't trust. From the information we have, we can only trust Bai Ye Qing's prospective victims to help us catch him."

Qian Meng frowned. "But this means letting him near me, right?" Qian Meng asked. This idea would not float well with Mo Qingchen. Even she was unappeased with the idea. She was a risk-taker, but not when it came to her life.