Anna felt confident she had the upper hand. She placed Lou Yuming on the bed and was about to undress him when there was a sudden knock on the door.
She ignored it, wanting to seize the moment.
But the knocking continued, rhythmic and calm. Anna’s heart was in turmoil. She found the rhythm strangely familiar, and an invisible pressure made her flustered.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she opened the door with red eyes and a furious expression.
“Who–”
“Slap!”
A heavy slap landed on her face.
The force of it left five red finger marks on her fair complexion.
Shao Cheng’s expression was grim, like a brewing storm. He gritted his teeth, “Shao Anna, you truly are capable!”
…
Upon arriving at the hotel, Song Xi turned on her phone, which she had charged on the way. She found a string of room numbers sent by Shao Cheng, but nothing else.
Although Song Xi didn’t know what had happened, she had a feeling Shao Cheng had prevented something. She was grateful she had sent Shao Cheng a text message beforehand.
As she opened the door, a strong, unmistakable smell of alcohol filled the dark room.
Song Xi’s brow furrowed slightly. She took off her mask.
The man lay on the bed in a disheveled state, his hair messy, his breathing shallow, as if he had passed out.
Notably, his clothes were askew. Several buttons of his shirt were undone in haste, revealing a hint of his attractive V-lines.
Song Xi had never seen him like this before. He looked utterly pathetic, as if he had been taken advantage of, yet there was no one else in the room.
She walked over, trying to wake him.
“Lou Yuming?”
The room was silent, and she could hear his breathing deepening.
He seemed to be in pain, his brow furrowed. His usually stern features were tinged with a faint pink from the alcohol, and he was covered in a cold sweat.
Song Xi finally sensed something was wrong. She reached out to pat his face, “Lou Yuming?”
He didn’t respond, mumbling words she couldn’t understand.
Song Xi bent down, intending to listen closer. In the next second, the world spun.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his deep black pupils like the vast, icy ocean, radiating a chilling murderous aura.
He grabbed her wrist and held it above her head with fierce, brutal force, as if treating her like an enemy. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Song Xi’s face turned pale from the pain. She felt an abnormal heat radiating from his palm. Outside, the lights of the city were on, and the bright light reflected a deep crimson in his eyes, like blood.
“You…”
His fierce voice suddenly broke, and then he lowered his head abruptly, sniffing her neck and all over her body like a puppy.
Song Xi felt a tickle and tried to push him away, but he suddenly kissed her fingertips.
…Song Xi’s scent.
The man’s thin lips were cool, and a tingling, static-like sensation swept over Song Xi’s entire body.
Finally, when their lips met, his initial gentle caresses gradually turned fierce and intense. Even though she was in pain, Song Xi tried her best to reciprocate.
A night passed, and the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Song Xi was awakened by a call from the program director, asking when she would arrive at the recording venue.
She glanced back at the man still sleeping soundly, then said, “In two hours,” before carefully getting up and dressing.
Before leaving, she thoughtfully called the front desk, asking them to prepare breakfast and honey water.
Thus, at six in the morning, Song Xi was once again boarding a flight to F City.
An hour later, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his vision filled with redness.
“Song…”