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

"What am I supposed to do? You had the nerve to sleep with me, and now you're shy about sitting on my lap?" Lu Beiting sneered.

Lin Qian felt as if the tips of her ears were about to burn, and a large pink patch spread from her earlobes to her neck, almost scorching her skin.

She frantically slumped to the side, trying to get away from the man.

But Lu Beiting simply hooked his arm and easily pinned her back down, with an irresistible force of control.

The two of them pressed even closer together than before, making it even more airtight.

"Mmm..." Lin Qian's half-wet white dress vaguely revealed her body curves, and she was slumped limply on Lu Beiting's crisp black suit.

The stark contrast between black and white, a clash of extreme purity, is striking, like the night swallowing the bright white moon, creating a stimulating visual impact.

Inside the cramped space of a car.

Temperatures are quietly rising, and a sense of danger is spreading along with them.

"You..." Lin Qian's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest. Her eyelashes trembled like startled butterfly wings, and her voice was barely audible. "Let me go."

Lu Beiting's deep voice sounded close to her ear: "Don't you want the necklace anymore?"

"Yes," Lin Qian bit her red lips, struggling weakly for a moment, "but our position... isn't suitable."

Lu Beiting pretended not to be puzzled, raised an eyebrow with interest, and asked her with a low chuckle:

"What's wrong with this? Didn't you used to like sitting like this all the time?"

After saying that, he hugged her even tighter, almost pinning her to his body.

Lin Qian: !!!

It felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her head, her breathing became erratic, and her whole body felt burning hot.

Please, who would suddenly hug their ex-girlfriend from years ago?

Is this reasonable?

"Lu Beiting!" Lin Qian's heart pounded, her voice trembling. "We're not familiar with each other yet!"

We broke up three years ago.

When we met again, it was no different from meeting a stranger.

Lu Beiting, however, seemed to have heard a joke; his eyes turned cold. "Not familiar?"

The man chuckled ambiguously, his slender fingertips lightly tracing her skin through the wet fabric of her white dress.

"I know you have a red mole on your inner thigh, and I even bit it. You're saying we're not close?"

The explicit words made Lin Qian's ears turn bright red, and she subconsciously squeezed her thighs together.

Although the language may be rough, the reasoning is sound.

But his words were too crude.

Before Lin Qian could respond, Lu Beiting forcefully grabbed her chin from behind, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, his breath hot:

"Last night, who was it that cried and called me 'husband'? Who was it that cried and said they wanted me? Now you're saying we're not close?"

Lin Qian turned her head away guiltily, her neck turning red.

She was drunk last night and not fully conscious, and it was clearly him who forced her to call him "husband".

Otherwise, she really would have died on that hotel bed.

Lin Qian struggled unwillingly, twisting her slender waist repeatedly, trying to break free from his control.

"Why are you twisting around like that?" The man suddenly tightened his grip on her waist, with a hint of punishment in his voice.

"It hurts..." Lin Qian's waist was already covered with bruises from last night, and when he pinched her like that, tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.

Her face was fair with a rosy glow, and she looked back at him with a wronged expression, her eyes shimmering with a hazy mist.

Lu Beiting lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over her neckline, and soon noticed the red marks and bruises on the woman's body.

It's not just on my arms, it's also inside my neck.

Like a pitiful little white rabbit, covered in wounds, it had been bullied terribly.

Lu Beiting's voice grew slightly hoarse as he commanded, "Lift up your skirt."

"Wh...what?" Lin Qian wondered if she had misheard, her eyes filled with shock.

That madman Lu Beiting, could he be planning something in the car...?

They'd tried it before; Lu Beiting just liked being in these weird and unusual places.

Lin Qian subconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, her fingertips turning white, feeling so nervous she could hardly breathe.

Lu Beiting watched her nervous little movements and couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"I was just trying to apply some medicine to you. What inappropriate things are you thinking about?"

After saying that, he took out two tubes of imported ointment from the car.

The packaging is brand new and exquisite, and the price is expensive. It is specifically designed for inflammation and redness, and it was obviously bought just now.

Lin Qian's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head in shame.

So, did Lu Beiting forcefully get her into the car so he could apply medicine to her?

She bit her lip, forcing herself to steady her racing heart. "It's okay, I can apply it myself, no need to trouble you."

Lu Beiting raised an eyebrow, his expression meaningful, "Can you even apply it there?"

Lin Qian's gaze involuntarily fell on his hands.

Lu Beiting's hands were exceptionally beautiful, especially his middle finger, which was very long and had distinct knuckles. They were hands that could be considered works of art, incredibly sexy.

Three years ago, every time Lu Beiting finished with her, he would use these sexy hands to apply medicine to her.

This was the only gentleness he showed after his brutality and savagery.

Lin Qian pursed her lips and stubbornly said, "I can do it myself."

"I'll give you two choices." Lu Beiting's attitude was exceptionally forceful. "One, you lift it up yourself, and I'll apply it to you. Two, I'll tear your clothes off and then apply it to you."

"Choose. You have three seconds to decide. I'll return the necklace to you after I apply the medicine."

Lin Qian: "..."

Three seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

It looked like Lu Beiting was really going to tear her skirt.

Lin Qian was so frightened that she quickly shouted to stop them, "Don't tear it!"

She resigned herself to her fate, gritting her teeth in humiliation, and obediently did as she was told, her hands trembling as she rolled up her skirt.

Like a well-behaved rag doll, letting the other person manipulate it.

Perhaps overwhelmed with shame, she simply closed her eyes, covered her face with her hands, and tried to deceive herself.

"Hurry up."

Immediately afterwards, a cool sensation spread throughout my body. The ointment felt very comfortable and relieved the burning pain.

Only after the medicine was applied did the other party return the necklace to her.

Lu Beiting stared at her injured skin, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse:

"Why is it still so fragile? It turns red as soon as you pinch it?"

Lin Qian took the necklace, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her eyes brimming with tears, and she complained:

"It's all because you used too much force..."

"Okay, it's all my fault," Lu Beiting readily agreed, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes. "Then I'll be gentler next time."

"There won't be a next time," Lin Qian said, blushing. "This was just an accident."

"Accident?"

Lu Beiting looked at her leisurely, his voice low and husky, like sandpaper rubbing against her heart, sexy and alluring:

"Who knows if you deliberately used being drunk as an excuse to force yourself on me?"

"Ex-girlfriend, you're not actually after me, are you?"