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

Lu Beiting's tall and slender body pressed down on her firmly, his black suit pressing against her white shirt, not even missing a single soft curve.

Lin Qian was pressed against the wall, with nowhere to escape.

The thought of her disheveled state afterward made her tremble with fear, her eyelashes shaking slightly.

Lu Beiting was undoubtedly a carnivore, and he would only stop when he had tormented her to the point where she couldn't get out of bed.

But when they broke up, she had secretly vowed never to have any contact with Lu Beiting again.

To avoid repeating the same mistake, losing control and falling for it again, and suffering the same kind of harm once more...

Lin Qian placed her hands against the man's chest, trying to create some distance, and softly advised:

"Lu Beiting... thank you for helping me today. But you know, I already have a boyfriend now."

When Lin Qian said this, her eyes were moist, and she looked at Lu Beiting with a slightly pleading expression.

A man like Lu Beiting has had countless ambiguous and intimate relationships with women. He is never short of female company. It is also known that a playboy like him would never settle down for anyone.

Three years ago, she also humbly fantasized that Lu Beiting might like her a little, but a certain event later shattered her girlish fantasy.

Only then did she realize the truth and could no longer deceive herself—Lu Beiting didn't truly love her; he was indifferent and cold-hearted at heart…

Above her, Lu Beiting stared at her silently for a moment, his facial features deep, his thin lips pressed tightly together, carrying a hint of anger.

"So you knew you had a boyfriend. Where is he?"

He had drunk some alcohol today, and there was a faint, pleasant smell of alcohol on him that lingered around Lin Qian's nose.

Lu Beiting suddenly grabbed her chin, his eyes surging with dark emotions, and said in a deep voice:

"Where is he? Why are you here alone, drinking with a man?"

Lin Qian was forced to look up at him and saw the veins bulging on his forehead.

Lu Beiting's eyes were full of sarcasm. "Your boyfriend is such a loser. He can't even afford this much money. What's the point of even talking to him?"

After saying that, Lu Beiting didn't give Lin Qian a chance to argue. He lowered his head and fiercely sealed her lips with his.

"Ugh..." All of Lin Qian's exclamations were firmly blocked.

Her red lips were soft and full, a comfortable and elastic kiss that was hard to satisfy.

Once you get hooked, it's like an addiction; you can't bear to be apart from it.

Rationally, Lu Beiting knew that he shouldn't debase himself and stoop to the level of interfering in other people's relationships.

But his body couldn't do it.

Lu Beiting kissed her even more fiercely, with an unyielding, possessive air, swallowing up all the woman's soft sobs.

He seemed to be venting his anger, but the flames of rage grew ever stronger, threatening to consume his morality and reason.

When did I start wanting to kiss her?

It was from the moment she entered his private room in her blue slit dress, from the moment she began playing the violin, from the moment she poured drinks for other men…

Especially since she was only wearing a loose white shirt with the collar unbuttoned, her straight, snow-white legs were exposed to the air.

Lu Beiting was constantly suppressing his anger.

He wanted to grab her all the time, like now, hold her firmly in his arms, forcefully kiss her red lips, and let her go limp in his embrace.

It had been about a month since he last saw Lin Qian.

Lu Beiting demanded things recklessly, ignoring the other party's slight resistance.

Lin Qian was so kissed that she could hardly breathe. Her light brown eyes shimmered with light, and her lips were wet and numb from the kiss.

Her mind was in complete chaos.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Lin Qian finally couldn't withstand his intense advances and collapsed into his arms.

Lu Beiting licked his lips, still wanting more, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice deep and magnetic:

"Have you ever kissed your boyfriend?"

What kind of question is this?

Lin Qian was still breathing heavily, her head lowered, her voice trembling with guilt:

"I kissed...I kissed you."

These words undoubtedly added fuel to Lu Beiting's anger.

Lu Beiting almost gritted his teeth, "Did he enjoy kissing you more, or did I enjoy kissing you more?"

"..." Lin Qian's eyelashes fluttered incessantly, her eyes darting around.

It seems that no matter how you answer this question, it will be wrong.

But in the man's eyes, her silence meant she had chosen her current boyfriend.

Lu Beiting chuckled coldly, grabbed the back of her head with one hand, his fingers digging into her hair, and pinched her chin with the other.

"So it seems I didn't kiss you enough?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man leaned down again without warning and kissed her cruelly, leaving his unique scent on her.

"Lu... let go..." Lin Qian, like a fish out of water, kept hitting him with her hands, whimpering and begging for mercy.

But what followed was even harsher retaliation.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted.

Lin Qian's head was spinning, and she was completely unable to think. She could only slump into Lu Beiting's arms.

Lu Beiting then let her go, took off his black suit jacket, and wrapped it tightly around her wrinkled white shirt, making sure no one could see anything inappropriate.

He scooped Lin Qian up in his arms and strode out, instructing his assistant:

"Go book a presidential suite."

"Yes, Mr. Lu."

……

Inside the penthouse presidential suite.

Luxurious and spacious, brightly lit. The French-style murals are exceptionally romantic, and red rose petals are scattered all around.

Lin Qian was thrown into the center of the soft, snow-white bed.

She bounced slightly, her hair was a little messy, and her lips were red and swollen.

"Lu Beiting," she said cautiously, looking up at his face, trying to awaken his conscience, "your behavior right now... seems a bit immoral."

If we stop now, it's not too late.

But Lu Beiting seemed completely unconcerned, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, it's immoral, so what?"

Lin Qian was so shocked that she was speechless.

"That's just the kind of person I am, willing to do anything," Lu Beiting said, sitting on the edge of the large bed, his shadow almost completely enveloping Lin Qian. He urged her in a deep voice, "Be good, go take a shower."

Under the man's extremely imposing aura.

Lin Qian had no choice but to resign herself to getting out of bed and bracing herself to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

An hour later, she finally came out, dawdling along.

She was only wrapped in a white bath towel, which barely covered her entire body.

She clutched the towel tightly, awkwardly turned her head away, and said softly, "I'm done showering..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man walked towards her step by step.

Each step felt like a heavy blow to her soul.

The next second, Lu Beiting grabbed her wrist, easily pulled her into his arms, leaned down and whispered in her ear:

"Have you and your boyfriend ever done this kind of thing?"