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

Lin Qian was so frightened that she sat up abruptly, her mind instantly clearing.

Hearing the noise, Lu Beiting, who was standing next to him, suddenly opened his eyes at almost the same moment.

"Why are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's alright," Lin Qian replied in a muffled voice, her tone slightly nasal, "It's much better now..."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she silently moved closer to the edge of the bed, trying to create some distance between herself and the bed.

Lying in the same bed with my ex-boyfriend, so close together... to be honest, it was kind of awkward.

Lu Beiting watched her move, his expression darkening slightly. He pulled her to his side and said, "What are you hiding for? Come here."

Lin Qian was forced to sit down and looked at him warily.

Lu Beiting said helplessly, "Come over here and have your temperature checked."

"...Oh." Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief and obediently put the thermometer in her mouth.

37 degrees.

The fever has almost subsided, but there is still a slight fever.

Lin Qian rubbed her temples, then looked down and sent a message to Lin Yize, saying that she was staying at her best friend's house tonight.

He also sent a "goodnight" message at the end.

Lu Beiting lowered his head, and Chao Jue inadvertently glanced at the message she sent, but couldn't see who it was sent to.

He narrowed his eyes and scoffed, "I'm your best friend?"

"..." Lin Qian awkwardly turned off her phone, pursed her dry lips, "I can't exactly say that I slept in my ex-boyfriend's bed, can I?"

The words "ex-boyfriend" are like a sharp thorn.

Lu Beiting felt a sting in his eyes for a moment, and an inexplicable irritation welled up inside him. An unnamed rage was slowly consuming his reason.

The emotions that had been building up for countless days collapsed completely at this moment, like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

She was lying in his bed, yet she was still messaging other men?

Who is it, her boyfriend?

Do they... send each other messages and say goodnight every day?

Lu Beiting closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, his dark eyes darkened, and his voice was very low:

"Are you texting him? Lin Qian, break up with him."

"What?" Lin Qian's head was still spinning, and she didn't react.

Lu Beiting slowly pressed down, his shadow looming over Lin Qian's head, staring into her eyes with an extremely aggressive posture.

"Is your boyfriend capable of taking good care of you? He lets you work alone in a nightclub, and he doesn't even know when you have a stomachache and fever. Where is he whenever you need him?"

Lu Beiting stared intently at her, his eyes deep and almost black. "He's not good enough for you. You two aren't a good match. Break up with him as soon as possible."

Especially the last four words, which Lu Beiting practically squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Lin Qian was startled by his intimidating aura. She instinctively gripped the blanket tightly, her throat tightened, and she was forced to lean back. "I—"

"You don't want your boyfriend to find out about our affair, do you?"

Lu Beiting abruptly interrupted her, his expression revealing a strong threat.

He didn't want to hear anything from Lin Qian about her boyfriend.

"Does your boyfriend know you've kissed me? Does he know you're lying in my bed right now? Does he know... you've slept with me so many times?"

Lu Beiting became increasingly out of control as he spoke, like a wild beast about to erupt.

Lin Qian could hardly breathe, feeling both ashamed and angry, wishing she could cover his mouth. "Lu Beiting, can you please stop talking..."

"Why can't I say it? Didn't I make you feel good?" Lu Beiting's face was somewhat distorted, and his tone was laced with sarcasm.

"Is sleeping with your boyfriend more enjoyable than being with me?"

Lu Beiting didn't even dare to imagine it.

The image of Lin Qian lying in another man's arms.

Her slender waist, soft curves, and delicate, straight legs had all been touched by others.

She herself admitted that she and her college student boyfriend had slept together many times.

The two of them, like him and Lin Qian, would kiss and merge in countless late nights.

Lu Beiting's neck veins bulged, his eyes turned bloodshot, and jealousy almost burned away his reason, which he tried his best to suppress.

"Lin Qian," his voice was even more hoarse from holding back his emotions, almost on the verge of collapse, "I'm going crazy after breaking up with him."

"Lu Beiting, can you...can you be a little more sensible?" Lin Qian was overwhelmed by his oppressive aura, and she shrank back in fear, unable to resist reaching out to push Lu Beiting's shoulder to create distance.

The next second, Lu Beiting pressed down on her waist even harder, pressing her soft body tightly against his front.

"I am perfectly sober."

The man's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of humility amidst his authority and dominance.

"Break up with your boyfriend, Lin Qian. Don't force me to deal with him."

"He's no good, he's not right for you at all."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lu Beiting suddenly lowered his head and bit her slender, fragile shoulder.

"Ugh, Lu Beiting!" Lin Qian's mind went blank. She was in so much pain that she almost cried. She pounded his back hard. "Don't... don't bite me."

But Lu Beiting seemed to have lost his mind.

He exerted himself more and more forcefully, wishing he could embed her into his very bones and blood.

Lin Qian felt terrible, trapped and unable to breathe. Her shoulders trembled, and she spoke in a shaky voice:

"Don't bite... I... I don't have a boyfriend!"

Lu Beiting wanted to do something to provoke her, but after hearing these words, he suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

He looked up, paused for a rare moment, his breath caught in his throat for several seconds, and he couldn't make a sound, as if a large hand was gripping his throat tightly.

Like a silent sculpture, motionless.

Two minutes passed, and even the surrounding air froze into ice.

Lu Beiting struggled to breathe, his voice unusually hoarse, "What did you just say?"

"I said... I don't have a boyfriend," Lin Qian said, her voice trembling slightly as she held back her tears. "I was just chatting with Lin Yize. Song Yu and I don't have that kind of relationship. I've always treated him like a younger brother, just like Lin Yize."

Lu Beiting was stunned.

I could clearly hear my own heart pounding.

Several seconds passed before he repeated, as if talking to himself, "You don't have a boyfriend."

Lin Qian rubbed her sore shoulders and gave a soft "hmm".

In that instant, Lu Beiting could clearly feel that every blood cell in his body was boiling and screaming for something.

Deep within his heart, an indescribable emotion surged, threatening to tear him apart.

Surprise, delight, anger, sudden enlightenment... countless emotions converged, forcefully impacting his brain and shattering his rationality.

He took a deep breath, and after a long while, he moved his lips, a low, hoarse sound escaping from deep within his throat:

"But you still live with him."

"Because we don't have any money..." Lin Qian's voice trailed off as she lowered her head in embarrassment. "So it's safer for the three of us to share an apartment."

It's quite dangerous for a woman to live alone these days, especially in an old, dilapidated neighborhood with poor security.

"So, it was all a lie," Lu Beiting's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkening. "Lin Qian, why did you lie to me?"

Lin Qian nervously gripped the bed sheet, a bad feeling creeping over her, and instinctively shrank back.

Unexpectedly, the man leaned down and pressed down on her, his elbows braced on either side of her, his rough fingers caressing her round, smooth shoulders.

"Ugh..." Lin Qian was forced to fall onto the soft bed, unable to suppress a sob.