Even if she tried to cover it up, if they looked up or those people intentionally circled around, they could still vaguely see Third Young Master Jun’s features. Moreover, the more she tried to cover it up, the more it would arouse their suspicion.

What could be done to make them completely uninterested in inspecting Third Young Master Jun?

A myriad of thoughts flashed through Ye Lu’s mind, and she suddenly seized upon a brilliant one.

Ye Lu had originally thought that those pursuing Third Young Master Jun were related to the godfather or from the underworld, but she was surprised that the men who barged in, with their imposing auras and sharp alertness, did not seem like underworld figures—they lacked the brutal and bloodthirsty air about them.

Instead, they seemed more like the upright sort, akin to police or plainclothes officers, faintly radiating an air of righteousness, as if they had descended from the heavens to expel evil as messengers of justice.

Ye Lu froze, observing their faces and the skeptical and scrutinizing expressions, feeling a peculiar sensation in her heart.

The men didn’t even open the door; they kicked it in and rushed inside, shouting "Freeze, search," and then turned the room upside down.

The apparent leader frowned sideways at Ye Lu, who was dressed in the hotel’s bathrobe and assertively sprawled over a man. The two were half-covered with a quilt, and although it was not clear what was happening, with the woman’s exposed fragrant shoulders and the man’s fully bare upper body, the vivid and enticing scene left no doubt about what they were doing.

After searching for so long and seeing such scenes often, the leader merely showed a hint of contempt in his eyes.

That look was like the disdain of a rich matron seeking male escorts outside.

Meanwhile, Ye Lu feigned the posture of someone caught in flagrante delicto, screaming incessantly with shame and anger, and in the process, she leaned down to cover Third Young Master Jun’s face.

"What are you yelling for? Cooperate with the search, or you’ll regret it," the leader threatened.

"Boss, there’s nothing in this room, should we keep searching? Should we search their bodies?" One of the subordinates, unfazed, pointed at Ye Lu and her companion on the bed.

The leader was slightly impatient, and as his gaze swept over Ye Lu and her companion, his eyes suddenly paused.

Ye Lu’s heart clenched; she felt his gaze pierce through her upheld arm and land on Third Young Master Jun’s shoulder. Damn it, Third Young Master Jun had a gunshot wound. Even though it had healed, it left scars. Ordinary people would not recognize what they were, but these people might.

If it aroused suspicion, it would be over.

She suddenly lifted her chin, seductively smiled at the leader, her eyes brimming with allure. Biting her bright red lips, her sharp nails suddenly scratched across Third Young Master Jun’s skin, leaving several bloody marks on his firm, smooth flesh, resembling bloodlines on snow, an exhilarating beauty of torment.

The sharp pain drew a husky, lust-laden moan from the man beneath her, spreading through the entire room, immediately creating an indescribable atmosphere of intimacy and sensuality.

The men inexplicably felt a heat across their faces and became somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn’t that they had never seen naked scenes before.

But this enchantingly seductive woman, sitting atop the man like a queen reigning supreme, her proud and dominant S&M actions were soul-stirring. And then there was the man beneath her, moaning in pleasure from the pain, combined with the woman’s and man’s positions, it was a tantalizing image of implicit eroticism.

It truly ignited an itchy, blood-rushing-to-the-head kind of impulse.