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

Zhu Zihao, as if drunk, stood unsteadily in front of her, looking her up and down, swallowing hard, and said in a drunken slur:

"It's been so many years, I never expected you to have become so beautiful!"

Lin Qian didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, completely ignoring him and walking straight past him.

He didn't even glance at her.

But the more she ignored him...

Zhu Zihao became increasingly itchy to get his hands on it.

He stared at Lin Qian's back, his eyes slightly narrowed, gently inhaling the fragrance she carried as she walked by.

Lin Qian's body was exceptionally well-proportioned in the right places, yet slender in the right places. Her straight, slender legs had not an ounce of excess fat, and her skin was snow-white and delicate, dazzling to the eye.

Her beauty defied frost and snow, with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, like a cool and aloof beauty straight out of an ancient painting.

She's several times prettier than Xia Tingshi, the school's undisputed beauty queen.

Zhu Zihao rubbed his hands together and rushed forward to block her path. "Lin Qian, I heard your uncle's company went bankrupt not long ago? You must be short of money lately..."

Lin Qian stopped in her tracks. "Oh, what's it to you?"

Zhu Zihao wasn't angry. After all, beautiful women always have a little temper, just like roses with thorns.

He lowered his voice, "How about you sleep with me? We're classmates after all, so I'll give you a higher price. Is two thousand yuan a night enough? Anyway, I've heard rumors that you've been escorting people for drinks all these years, so you should have been..."

Lin Qian interrupted him with a cold laugh:

"Really? I've heard a rumor too. Apparently, someone saw you always covering your butt when you came out of the boss's room... You men really have it easy making money! Just stick your butt out and you get everything, tsk."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zihao flew into a rage, rushed forward, grabbed Lin Qian's wrist, and squeezed it tightly:

"Lin Qian, I'm giving you face by even liking me, don't you dare be ungrateful. Who knew you looked so innocent and pure on the surface, but underneath you might be a slut... ah!"

Before he could finish speaking...

A dark shadow struck like lightning, and the man delivered a powerful punch to Zhu Zihao's face.

A loud "bang"!

Zhu Zihao's glasses shattered with a crack, and sharp shards cut his face, causing him to scream in pain, "Ah!"

Lin Qian subconsciously took a step back and turned around to look.

Lu Beiting appeared behind her without her noticing, strode forward, grabbed Zhu Zihao by the collar, and slammed his head against the wall.

"boom--"

The movements were crisp and clean, without any hesitation or slackness.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!" Zhu Zihao was in so much pain that he saw stars, clutched his head in a mess, and let out a pig-like scream.

Lu Beiting looked down at him, his voice icy and chilling: "Get out."

Upon seeing that it was Lu Beiting, Zhu Zihao dared not provoke him and scrambled away, disappearing into the end of the corridor.

Lin Qian slowly recovered from her shock, but before she could speak, Lu Beiting grabbed her waist and forcefully dragged her around the corner.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she cried out in a panicked whisper, "You...stop! Where are you taking me?"

There was no one in the corner; the light was dim and ambiguous, and it was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

Lin Qian leaned against the cold, hard wall, while in front of her was the man's burning hot body.

The stark contrast between the hot and cold temperatures made her tremble uncontrollably.

Lu Beiting gripped her slender waist with one hand and pressed the other hand against her exposed shoulder, firmly imprisoning her and enveloping her in an intense sense of oppression.

Lin Qian was being pressed down forcefully, and sensing the danger, she instinctively dodged to the side.

Lu Beiting pressed her even tighter, almost completely against the wall, forcibly pinning her against the wall, his voice low and husky:

"What are you hiding from?"

Lin Qian was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently:

"Lu Beiting... what do you want to do?"

"I want to...do it," Lu Beiting said, enunciating each word clearly, his hot breath spraying onto her fair neck, "you."

As he spoke, his large, burning palm slowly moved downwards, grasping Lin Qian's slender wrist, and rubbing the spot where Zhu Zihao had just touched her with his fingertips.

Lin Qian instinctively shrank back, but he gripped her even tighter.

Lu Beiting suppressed his inner rage, rubbing her relentlessly, almost scrubbing away the surface layer of her skin, driven by an intense possessiveness.

"He just touched your wrist, didn't he?"

Lin Qian's wrists were very thin, so thin that her wrist bones were clearly protruding.

In bed, he could easily restrain both of the woman's wrists with just one hand, rendering her unable to move...

Lin Qian leaned against the corner of the wall, bit her lip, and tried to calm her erratic breathing.

She suppressed the bitterness in her heart, her voice muffled:

"Lu Beiting, we've already broken up! Can you please stop bothering me?"

Three years ago, Lin Qian broke up with him in tears, her eyes glistening with tears, saying she didn't want to be with him anymore.

After breaking up with her, Lu Beiting forced her into a passionate encounter at a hotel for several days and nights, demanding his pleasure day and night.

After the battle, Lin Qian collapsed on the bed, too weak to even lift a finger.

Those nights were particularly wild, but after the madness came endless calm.

Because Lu Beiting went to the United States without looking back and never had any contact with her again, it was as if he had disappeared from her life out of thin air.

Who would have thought that after their reunion, he would repeatedly and forcefully make physical contact with her...

After Lin Qian finished speaking,

The air seemed to freeze for a very long time, like the calm before a storm.

The tall man in front of her looked down at her without saying a word, as if he was brewing some emotion, which made her heart tremble.

The light was dim, and Lin Qian could not see his obscure and profound expression, but she could feel the dangerous aura emanating from him.

Lin Qian's eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip, forcing back her tears. "Lu Beiting, let's part amicably and end this here."

Her relationship with Lu Beiting was destined to have no future.

She didn't want to hurt herself anymore.

Lu Beiting suddenly chuckled softly, raised his hand and pinched her chin, pressing his rough thumb heavily against her lips.

"Goodness, how can such a soft little mouth of yours say such cold and harsh words?"

next second.

Lu Beiting suddenly leaned down and pressed his head down hard, kissing her lips forcefully, his hot breath enveloping her completely.

"Ugh..." Lin Qian opened her eyes wide in horror and quickly reached out to push him away, resisting against the man's hard chest.

But Lu Beiting remained unmoved, and instead kissed her even more passionately.

He held Lin Qian's head, his long fingers digging into her hair, while his other hand pressed tightly against her waist, forcefully pulling her close to him, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

"No..." Lin Qian whimpered weakly, forced to tilt her head back and endure the man's fierce and domineering kiss.

She could tell that the other person was very angry.

Even his kiss felt like a punishment.

Lin Qian couldn't help but sob a few times, her mind going blank from the kiss.

Her face was flushed, her clear eyes were misty with a thin haze, and her red lips were glistening with moisture.

Until she was almost out of breath.

Lu Beiting finally released her soft lips, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice hoarse and barely audible:

"Can we not break up?"