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

Lu Beiting's last shred of reason was consumed by lust. He grabbed Lin Qian by the collar and ripped it open with almost force.

With a "thud," a button popped off and hit the ground, revealing the woman's fair and delicate collarbone, as well as the faint curves below, enticing one to go deeper.

Lu Beiting silently swallowed, his eyes gradually becoming dark and deep.

He admitted that he was lusting after her body.

The car door opened the next second, and Assistant Gao returned after buying roasted chestnuts. "Mr. Lu, I... uh."

Assistant Gao listened awkwardly to the intimate sounds coming from the back seat, standing there bewildered and wishing he were deaf.

He should be under the car now.

After being interrupted, Lu Beiting regained his senses and calmed down considerably, thus losing the impulse to possess her at all costs.

He irritably loosened his tie and ordered in a low voice, "Return to the West Courtyard."

"Okay," Assistant Gao paused again, then subconsciously asked, "Aren't you going to take Miss Lin back to her apartment complex?"

Lu Beiting slightly lifted his eyelids.

Assistant Gao immediately realized her mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I spoke out of turn!"

After saying that, he raised the baffle again and stepped on the gas.

The luxury car drove all the way to the Xifu Courtyard.

Lin Qian had already fallen asleep. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, and her skin was so fair and translucent that it resembled a piece of white jade, even whiter than normal skin.

Because she was drunk, the corners of her eyes and neck were flushed with a layer of red, moist and warm, like a freesia glistening with dew, tempting one to pick it.

Lu Beiting lowered his head to the side, his deep gaze slowly falling on her.

He slowly closed his eyes, blocking his vision.

I deliberately stopped looking at her.

But the body's reactions don't lie, and they certainly don't lie to itself.

He suddenly changed his mind and decided not to send her back to her boyfriend.

She could only obediently stay by his side.

The night grew deeper.

Back at the villa, Lin Qian was almost unconsciously shoved into Lu Beiting's bed again.

She smelled the familiar scent and felt the pillow, unconsciously nuzzled against it, and slowly drifted off to sleep in a comfortable position.

Lu Beiting then went into the bathroom and took a cold shower for more than half an hour before he could barely suppress the burning desire within him.

He changed into dark silk pajamas and lay down next to the woman in bed.

Turn off the lights, and your vision is plunged into complete darkness.

Since the eyes cannot see it, the other senses become more acute. For example, the sense of smell: the tip of the nose is surrounded by the woman's faint fragrance, like jasmine after the rain, almost imperceptible.

For example, in terms of hearing, one can clearly hear a woman's soft, gentle, and docile breathing.

An hour later.

Lu Beiting was still wide awake, suffering from complete insomnia.

The bed, which was usually cold and impersonal, now had the soft, light breathing of a woman, making it hard to ignore.

Her warm, soft body was within reach, close at hand.

Lu Beiting had his eyes closed, but his mind was terrifyingly clear, filled with a jumble of chaotic thoughts.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze showing no sign of sleepiness.

He propped himself up, reached out and pinched Lin Qian's cheek, pulling it outwards with a little force, leaving faint pink marks on her face.

"Ouch..." She winced in pain, opening her eyes with a soft, sleepy voice, "Why did you pinch me?"

Lu Beiting kept pinching her cheek and said stiffly, "I'm angry."

"Oh," Lin Qian said, puzzled, her voice muffled, "What does your anger have to do with me?"

"I can't sleep at all," Lu Beiting's voice was deep, with a stubbornness and hoarseness he himself didn't even realize. "Why do you sleep so soundly? Why... don't you regret these past three years?"

Lin Qian was clearly still drunk and did not answer.

Lu Beiting's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice low and suppressed as he questioned:

"Because he's better than me? Because you've fallen in love with another man, is that it?"

At home, would she and her boyfriend lie in the same bed as they are now?

Will she and her boyfriend kiss like they used to?

Lu Beiting's face was tense, and the dark emotions in his chest were surging violently, like the muffled thunder before a storm.

He stared at Lin Qian's lips as they opened and closed, and suddenly a thought snapped in his mind. He turned over and lowered his head to kiss Lin Qian's lips.

"Ugh..." Lin Qian couldn't react in time, and in her daze, she patted his back with her hands, and even bit him hard.

But the man kissed her fiercely and obsessively, completely disregarding the pain, almost overwhelming her entirely.

Lin Qian was struggling to breathe, like a drowning person grasping at the only chance of survival, and whispered, "No, I feel terrible..."

Lu Beiting's dark eyes flickered.

Are you feeling unwell?

He was also feeling bad.

Lu Beiting's breathing became heavier as he gripped her chin and said in a hoarse voice:

"Baby, be good, take a breath."

At this moment, it was as if the two had never broken up.

"Lu Beiting..." Lin Qian was forced to slump in his arms, her eyes shimmering with a layer of shimmering light, and a soft voice spilled from her lips.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Beiting pressed Lin Qian's waist again, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.

So what if you take advantage of someone's misfortune?

So what if she has a new boyfriend?

At least for now, at this moment, she belongs only to him.

-

Around noon, Lin Qian woke up with a severe headache.

I opened my eyes, and the surroundings were somewhat familiar.

This familiar scene... isn't it Lu Beiting's bedroom?

Lin Qian had just woken up, her mind blank. She sat on the bed, hugging the blanket, unable to piece together the fragmented memories.

She only vaguely remembered squatting by the roadside last night and calling her younger brother, Lin Yize, to come and pick her up.

How did I end up sleeping here again after waking up?

Lin Qian felt uneasy and quickly grabbed her phone, turned on the front camera, and carefully checked her shoulders, neck, and even chest—fortunately, they were as smooth as ever, without any suspicious or ambiguous marks.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that Lu Beiting hadn't taken advantage of her last night.

But why is her face a little swollen and painful, as if it has been pulled hard?

Also, why are her lips so swollen?

It must have been chewed up by a dog.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

Lu Beiting was wearing black pajamas, the buttons undone, revealing a large expanse of skin on his chest, exuding a wild and sexy aura.

There was also a very obvious mark on the man's lips.

It's evidence of her crime that she left behind last night.

Lu Beiting pointed to the ambiguous mark on his lips, his deep gaze fixed on Lin Qian, an expression that said, "I've already seen through you," and preemptively said:

"Ex-girlfriend, explain yourself about how you forcibly kissed me last night?"