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

At that time, Lin Qian was still young and naive, and she couldn't understand the true meaning behind the words.

What's so hot...?

Lin Qian was stunned for two seconds. When she came to her senses, her ears turned red instantly, and she was so embarrassed that she felt like she was about to burst into flames.

She turned her face away and gently pushed him away: "Lu Beiting, you're sick, can you please not move around!"

"Didn't the doctor say it would get better after sweating it out?" Lu Beiting restrained both of her arms with one hand, his eyes dark and unfathomable. "Baby, please help me..."

That day, Lu Beiting carried her from the bedroom to the living room sofa, and then from the sofa to the bathroom.

The man was clearly ill, yet his interest and energy were unusually high.

It was almost midnight when Lu Beiting broke out in a light sweat. He looked down and hugged her hunched waist. "I feel like my fever has gone down. You're so great, baby."

Lin Qian lay weakly in the bathtub, her chest heaving violently, her eyes glistening with tears, and her snow-white skin streaked with red petals, making her alluring and captivating.

He died countless times.

Even at the very end, his legs couldn't be brought together...

I recall what happened during my junior year of college.

Lin Qian could clearly feel her cheeks burning, her breathing becoming labored, and her eyes darting around. "I don't remember anything."

"Ha, so you say you don't remember?"

Lu Beiting's eyes turned slightly cold. "Should I help you recall, or shall we try again now?"

"!!!"

Lin Qian was so frightened that she crawled to the edge of the bed, like a small animal trembling in the forest, adopting a defensive posture.

Lu Beiting had expected this, and he pulled her back forcefully, saying, "Stay here and sleep, I won't touch you."

"Of course," he threatened leisurely, "if you dare to run, I don't mind trying to fight you again, High Temperature Love."

Lin Qian: "..."

Pervert!

They're worse than animals!

Lin Qian's ears turned so red they were almost bleeding, and her already rosy eyes became even more alluring. She quickly burrowed into the quilt and pulled it up to cover her head.

Seeing her ostrich-like posture, Lu Beiting sneered and pulled the blanket off her head. "You want to suffocate yourself, don't you?"

Lin Qian didn't speak, and pulled the blanket up again, unwilling to see his face.

Lu Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly. "Am I that scary?"

The little person in the blanket nodded decisively.

A moment later, Lin Qian's soft voice came from deep under the covers, "I... have a fever, I feel terrible, can you please let me go?"

Lu Beiting felt a slight itch in his chest. Suppressing the heat, he spoke in an unusually low voice, "I'm not that much of a beast."

After saying that, he turned off the light and went into the bathroom.

After he left, the terrifying sense of oppression dissipated considerably.

Lin Qian finally poked her head out and breathed in the fresh air.

She was really tired today, so she closed her eyes and lay down.

The fever reducer seemed to contain some sedative ingredients. Not long after taking it, Lin Qian felt sleepy and started yawning. Naturally, she slept very comfortably and soundly.

After taking a cold shower, Lu Beiting felt much less hot and agitated.

When she came out of the bathroom, water droplets were still rolling on the ends of her hair.

He casually dried his hair, wearing a white bathrobe with the straps undone, leaving it open and exposing a large expanse of skin.

A glistening drop of water slid down her dark, tousled hair and onto her waist and abdomen, following the lines of her sexy, muscular abs, disappearing into her V-line and even more alluring areas.

Sexual tension is at its peak, and male hormone secretion is at its peak.

Lu Beiting deliberately tugged at his bathrobe to both sides.

But to my surprise, Lin Qian was already fast asleep.

She flirted with him even though he was blind.

Lu Beiting pursed his lips, lifted the blanket, and lay down.

He was very close to Lin Qian, and his arm would "accidentally" touch her body.

As expected, after a short while, Lin Qian, like a frightened little animal, wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her soft cheeks against him.

"cold……"

Lin Qian murmured, "Help..."

Lu Beiting just let her rub against him like that.

In the dim light, from Lu Beiting's perspective, he could clearly see the woman's gentle and beautiful sleeping face.

Lin Qian didn't change her clothes; she was still wearing the same white shirt she wore that morning. The buttons at the collar had popped open at some point, revealing her elegant swan neck and delicate collarbone.

And, even further inside.

She's wearing light blue today with white lace trim.

The vibrant colors of spring are on full display.

So white it's dazzling.

Not to mention, when Lin Qian leaned over, she softly pressed against Lu Beiting's arm, and his nose was filled with her faint, lingering fragrance.

"It's so cold..."

Lu Beiting felt an itch in his throat, his abdominal muscles tightened, and he felt hot all over.

You can even clearly feel that the cells in your body are boiling with excitement.

Does she hug her boyfriend like this at home?

Two people will sleep in one bed.

They will hug each other.

They would kiss in an ambiguous way.

Even the skin is tightly fitted.

On what grounds?

Lu Beiting's jawline tightened, and a deep emotion flashed across his eyes—anger, jealousy, and madness all converging together.

He gently encircled Lin Qian's wrist, restraining her.

If he wanted, he could pin her down on the bed right now and fuck her hard.

She had no power to resist him.

But looking at the woman's pale, pitiful face, one couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

But I don't want to break her.

Lu Beiting took a deep breath, got up to change her wet towel, and tasted her sweet lips again...

In the middle of the night.

Lin Qian developed a high fever again, and it was already three or four in the morning when her temperature finally came down.

She slowly opened her eyes, still dazed.

Before me stood the man's handsome face, with its superior bone structure, which appeared cold, arrogant, and unapproachable in the dim, hazy atmosphere.

His face was so close, it seemed like all I had to do was lean forward slightly to kiss his lips.

What's worse, her soft chest was pressed against his arm, close together.

Lin Qian: "!!!"