Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

On the bed, two figures were entangled in an ambiguous relationship.

When a woman is drunk, her skin is fair with a rosy glow, both innocent and alluring, and she is still breathing lightly.

"I feel so bad, please touch me..."

She forcefully ripped off the tattered fabric in front of her, her hair sticking messily to her face, her eyes glistening with a thin mist.

He was clearly in great pain.

The man sat on top of her, dressed in a sharp black suit, his mature masculine aggression almost bursting through the expensive fabric.

His eyes gleamed with interest as he forcefully pressed down on the woman's soft, slender waist, his tone harsh:

"Do you still remember who I am?"

Lin Qian's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him pleadingly, her expression pitiful and moving: "I've forgotten..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Lu Beiting showed no mercy, gripping her waist tightly as if in a vicious act of revenge.

"Forgot?"

He chuckled and lowered his voice to threaten:

"Lin Qian, it's been three years. How dare you mess with me again? Believe me or not, I'll kill you in bed!"

Lin Qian's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and she couldn't see the man in front of her at all.

Under the influence of alcohol, she could only act on instinct, wrapping her arms around the other person's neck and pleading softly:

"Please, kill me..."

Lu Beiting's eyes darkened instantly, becoming deep and unfathomable.

He sneered, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance and condescension:

"Fine, you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep."

As he finished speaking, he leaned over the woman, the blue veins on his arms bulging, exuding a wild and sexy allure.

A drop of sweat trickled down the man's throat and disappeared into his suit collar; his hormones were surging, making one's blood boil.

"Ex-girlfriend, you better take this."

……

No sleep for one night.

Lin Qian cried many times.

Crystal tears slid down her cheeks, making her look like she had been bullied terribly, as pitiful as could be.

"don't want……"

"Please, someone will die..."

She regretted it.

She cried and begged Lu Beiting to stop.

Little did she know that the more pitiful and pleading she was, the more likely she was to elicit a brutal response.

The man's eyes were swirling with dark undercurrents, growing increasingly ruthless and unrestrained, as if he truly intended to drag her into hell and exact revenge upon her to death.

Lin Qian eventually fainted.

In the moment before she lost consciousness, she barely had the strength to breathe and couldn't make a sound, like a small fish washed ashore and pulled from the sea.

She even thought she was having a nightmare.

But isn't this nightmare a little too real?

The man's burning hot body temperature, his sexy and magnetic breathing, and that incredibly familiar voice... it all felt so real.

In the early morning, Lin Qian groggily opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar hotel room, with her lace lingerie and suit tie tangled together beside the bed.

Everything points to the intense and frenzied events of last night.

Lin Qian paused for a moment, sensing something was wrong, and stiffly turned around.

The man's arrogant and charming face was right in front of me: striking features, deep and cold eyes, top-notch bone structure, and a wolfish nature, so handsome that it made people's legs tremble.

When Lin Qian saw that extremely familiar face, she suddenly stopped moving and even her breathing became completely disordered.

Lu Beiting is a renowned tycoon in the financial world, a top predator in the capital market, an unattainable figure, cold-blooded yet driven by lust.

It was also her ex-boyfriend whom she hadn't seen for three years.

He actually went back to China?

In an instant, the absurd memories of last night flooded Lin Qian's mind:

After getting drunk, she stumbled back to the hotel, but went to the wrong room and accidentally entered her ex-boyfriend's room.

As soon as she entered the room, she became like a wolf, clinging to Lu Beiting and even trying to rip off his expensive custom-made suit. She was completely like a female hooligan...

This is so embarrassing.

Who reunites with their ex-boyfriend in bed?

Lin Qian's mind was in a mess, and she didn't have time to continue recalling what she had been thinking. She just wanted to get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

She casually wrapped herself in a bathrobe and carefully moved towards the edge of the bed, inching closer to the very edge, trying to minimize all noise.

But he had only taken two steps.

Suddenly, a man's eerie voice sounded behind her, as if demanding her life, sending chills down her spine.

"Why are you running away? Sleeping with me and then denying it?"

Lin Qian's heart tightened suddenly. She quickly covered her bathrobe and turned around, just in time to meet Lu Beiting's dark and deep eyes.

Ruined.

She suppressed her panic, took a deep breath, and explained calmly:

"Um... I'm sorry, sir, I was just drunk last night, it wasn't intentional. Let's just pretend last night never happened, okay?"

Lu Beiting stared at her intently, his eyes even colder and more piercing, devoid of any warmth.

This gentleman... ha.

They wouldn't even say his name.

That's interesting. We're old acquaintances in bed, what positions haven't we tried? Why are you pretending not to know him?

Lu Beiting slowly lifted the blanket and walked step by step to her. His height of nearly 1.9 meters cast a shadow that completely enveloped Lin Qian.

"Do you think I'm someone you can sleep with for free?"

The man still bore the marks of the previous night; his abdominal muscles possessed a wild beauty, exuding the sharpness and power of a predator.

Lin Qian: "N-no."

Lu Beiting approached her forcefully, a mocking glint in his eyes. "What's done is done. How are you going to make amends?"

Lin Qian was forced to take a step back until her back was pressed tightly against the corner of the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

She didn't dare look Lu Beiting in the eye, and lowered her head to bite her lip.

"So... how much compensation do you want?"

Lu Beiting calmly countered, "How much do you think is appropriate?"

Lin Qian hesitated for a moment, then cautiously extended a finger, shook it tremblingly, and asked in a muffled voice:

"One thousand dollars...is that okay?"

She was at her wit's end; she was utterly broke, so poor that she had to eat instant noodles every day.

A thousand yuan is enough for her to live on for more than half a month.

Lu Beiting's eyes were icy, and he uttered a few words expressionlessly: "Ten million."

Lin Qian gasped sharply.

Ten million?

Even selling her wouldn't bring in that much money!

Lin Qian bit her lip, almost crying. "I'm sorry, I don't have that much money. I was really just drunk last night..."

"If you don't have money, what will you use to pay?"

Lu Beiting interrupted her with a cold laugh, then suddenly reached out and ripped off the belt of Lin Qian's bathrobe.

In an instant, the bathrobe was half-open, revealing the woman's porcelain-white skin.

Her slender waist shimmered and glowed in the light, so tender it seemed you could almost squeeze water out of it, making her incredibly endearing.

Lu Beiting narrowed his eyes and grabbed her waist without any hesitation.

"Ugh... What are you doing!" Lin Qian blushed and tried to cover herself with her bathrobe, but the man threw it aside.

The two were once again completely honest with each other.

Lu Beiting completely blocked her path, like a wolf that could never be full, leaning down on her, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

"Now, use your body to pay off your debt and let me have my way one more time."