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

The "he" in this context refers, of course, to Lin Qian's boyfriend who never actually existed.

Lin Qian was forced into the man's burning embrace, fell onto his lap, and nervously clutched the towel to her chest.

She lowered her eyes and gave a very soft "Mmm," "I've tried it."

Lu Beiting's forearm veins bulged, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on her waist, his fingers turning slightly white, almost twisting her waist off.

"several times?"

Lin Qian's ears turned slightly red, but she tried to remain calm and said, "Uh, I can't quite remember, it must have been many times..."

She quickly calculated in her mind how many women Lu Beiting had slept with in private, and even after their breakup, he would still have no shortage of bed partners.

Given his enormous demand, there's no way he could refuse.

He has a particular trait—he's picky and extremely possessive of his possessions. He likes things to be clean and pure, and if something gets tainted by someone else's scent, he will reject it without hesitation.

Lin Qian thought that if she said that, Lu Beiting would immediately lose interest in her.

But the expected disgust did not come.

The man suddenly let out a cold laugh, like a bomb that had been completely detonated, and pressed Lin Qian down on his body.

The lust only grew stronger and burned more fiercely.

Lin Qian exclaimed in surprise, and the bath towel on her body slowly unfurled with the sudden movement.

Her delicate, porcelain-like skin, like flawless mutton-fat jade, shimmered with a soft, lustrous sheen under the light, making her incredibly eye-catching.

Lu Beiting lowered his head, his gaze tracing over her skin inch by inch, as if admiring his own possession.

Lin Qian turned her head away uneasily, clutching the corner of the bath towel tightly. "Lu Beiting, could you turn off the light?"

The man looked down at her condescendingly, showing no mercy, and coldly uttered two words: "No."

At this tense moment, when war seemed imminent.

The phone rang abruptly.

It's Lin Qian's phone.

Lin Qian nudged Lu Beiting's shoulder, her voice soft and gentle as jade, and pleaded:

"I got a phone call... My brother might be worried about me, I need to tell him."

The phone rang persistently many times, as if determined not to give up.

Lu Beiting's interest was repeatedly interrupted, and he frowned in displeasure.

He stretched out his long arm, took Lin Qian's phone, and the words "Song Yu" lit up on the cold screen.

Lu Beiting's lips curled into an extremely cold smile as he gripped Lin Qian's waist tightly with his left hand. "What a coincidence, it's your boyfriend's phone call."

After he finished speaking, he pressed the speakerphone button for Lin Qian.

The next second, Song Yu's gentle and pleasant young voice came through the phone, full of undisguised concern:

"Sister, why aren't you home yet? I'm so worried about you."

That "sister" was like a poisoned needle, subtly and unconsciously stimulating Lu Beiting's nerves.

His eyes darkened, and the large hand gripping Lin Qian's waist tightened its hold, carrying a punitive connotation.

Lin Qian whimpered from the tickling sensation and quickly grabbed Lu Beiting's restless hand, "No..."

Unexpectedly, this scoundrel took the initiative, deliberately interlocking his fingers with hers, gripping them tightly and firmly restraining her five fingers.

"Sister, are you listening?" Song Yu asked. "What happened?"

Lin Qian was pinned down by Lu Beiting, the man's burning body temperature enveloping her completely.

Her face flushed slightly, her breath heaving violently, and her breathing became completely disordered.

Lin Qian tried her best to keep her voice from sounding unusual, "Um...it's nothing...I'm staying at my best friend's house today, I won't be back, I forgot to tell you. Where's Lin Yize? Is he back yet?"

"No, he still works part-time at a bar and doesn't get off work until the early hours of the morning."

Lin Qian breathed heavily, trying to keep her voice steady, "Um... okay, then, I'll hang up now."

"Okay, sister, remember to get some rest early," Song Yu considerately reminded her. "Don't overwork yourself. Goodnight!"

Before Lin Qian could even say "Goodnight," Lu Beiting had already hung up the phone with a cold look and without any mercy.

He was expressionless, but his tone was laced with sarcasm: "You two have such a good relationship."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Beiting inexplicably recalled something Assistant Gao had said—

"This kind of guy is the kind of sunny, cute, and adorable type who'd call you 'older sister,' and he's very popular. Many girls like younger men in relationships these days!"

These few words, though few, now seemed to be a curse, constantly looping in his mind.

Lu Beiting pursed his thin lips.

It felt like there was a stone blocking my chest, pressing down on my heart and giving me a slight feeling of suffocation.

He lowered his head and pressed down hard on Lin Qian's waist.

Lin Qian was powerless to fight back. Her eyes shimmered with tears as she pleaded pitifully, "Lu Beiting, I feel so bad."

"Be good, just bear with it a little longer."

……

The night was as dark as ink, but the lights in the suite remained on until the dawn dispelled the darkness.

Lin Qian was so tired that she fell into a deep sleep.

Lu Beiting, however, was unusually clear-headed. He looked at the tissues scattered haphazardly in the room and smelled the delicate fragrance in the air.

He went to the balcony and lit a cigarette afterward.

After the intense passion comes boundless emptiness and regret.

He suppressed the tightness in his chest, feeling as if a damp cotton ball was stuck in his throat. After a long while, he slowly exhaled the smoke.

A bluish-white haze swirled around, while the eastern horizon glowed a faint orange-yellow.

Lu Beiting clearly realized this.

Regardless of morality, he has already slept with the person he was supposed to.

He actually did it, despicable and shameless, sleep with someone else's...girlfriend.

-

At noon, when the sunlight streams in.

Lin Qian opened her eyes weakly.

She was sore all over, her back ached, and she was covered in marks from the ordeal.

Her pillow was soaked with tears.

She was on the verge of death last night.

But Lu Beiting was tireless, doing it again and again.

Until finally, completely drained of her strength, she lay limp in the bathtub, nearly unconscious, yet Lu Beiting still ruthlessly pulled her out...

Lin Qian shifted her body uncomfortably, which triggered a hidden ache.

She reached out, but the bedside was empty. There was no sign of Lu Beiting in the room either.

Lin Qian bit her lip, stood up shakily, her legs trembling, but as soon as she touched the ground, her legs went weak uncontrollably.

"Ah..." she gasped softly, her whole body kneeling on the soft carpet with a muffled thud.

Just then, the door suddenly opened with a "click".

Lu Beiting's tall figure appeared at the doorway, backlit, his features deep and cold, with a sharp and compelling handsomeness.

From this perspective.

Lin Qian was completely kneeling before Lu Beiting.

Lu Beiting raised an eyebrow with interest, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Seeing me, there's no need for such a grand gesture, is there?"

Lin Qian's face flushed red instantly, and she couldn't help but yell, "Lu Beiting, are you a beast?"

Who is to blame for her legs going so weak? Only the person in the heart knows!

He could let her curse him as much as she wanted.

Lu Beiting wasn't angry at all. Instead, a smile of pleasure appeared on his lips as he patiently carried her to the bed. "Hmm, I'm only a beast to you."

Lin Qian: "..."

You shameless bastard!

The more you scold him, the more pleased he becomes. Scolding him is practically a reward for him.

Lin Qian was at her wit's end.

Lu Beiting sat on the edge of her bed and pulled back her blanket.

Lin Qian instinctively gripped the corner of the blanket, shrank back, and looked at him warily. "What do you want to do?"

Her eyes were still wet as she spoke, like a soft rabbit that had fallen into a wolf's den without even realizing it.

Lu Beiting's eyes darkened. He took out an expensive ointment from the drawer. "I'm just applying some medicine for you. What's the big deal?"

Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the ointment.

She simply closed her eyes and let the other person help her.

Anyway, it's not like she hasn't seen it before. Lu Beiting has touched her body countless times, and similarly, she has long since memorized Lu Beiting's body.

As the man's fingers rubbed it, the ointment gradually transformed into a soothing coolness, suppressing the burning pain.

Lu Beiting looked at her skin, narrowed his eyes, and slowly spoke:

"Your physical condition isn't very good; why is your skin all swollen?"