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

That evening, Lin Qian had just finished showering and hadn't had time to change into her nightgown.

Suddenly, a series of clear knocks sounded on the door.

Lin Qian paused.

Lin Yize is currently hospitalized, while Song Yu is still in school at this time. Who could it be?

The old houses here don't have peepholes or surveillance cameras.

Lin Qian changed into a silk nightgown, walked warily to the door, and deliberately lowered her voice to ask, "Who is it?"

The person outside the door remained silent.

Lin Qian's heart leaped into her throat. She dared not open the door, fearing that some thugs might be outside, ready to rob her of her money and her virtue.

She made sure the door was locked and decided not to bother with it.

The cell phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.

Unknown number.

Lin Qian hesitated for two seconds before answering the phone.

"Open the door, it's me." The man's low, husky voice slowly came through the phone.

Lu Beiting's voice was cold and distinctive, and his tone suggested he was in a bad mood.

Lin Qian froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Lu Beiting? What are you doing at my doorstep?!"

Lu Beiting said succinctly, "I need to talk to you."

"What's wrong? Can't we talk about it over the phone?"

"Will you open the door or not?"

This dialogue sounds like something out of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.

Lin Qian wasn't stupid. "No, get to the point. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, I'm hanging up."

"Fine," Lu Beiting seemed to sneer, "then I'll sleep at your doorstep tonight."

!!!

Lin Qian was so speechless she almost fainted.

But she knew Lu Beiting too well. With his ruthless nature, he wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal.

After hesitating for a minute, Lin Qian finally gave in and took a deep breath.

She cautiously opened the door a crack, then poked her head out, staring at him and asking:

"Lu Beiting, what exactly do you want from my house?!"

Outside the door, Lu Beiting held a cigarette between his fingers, the crimson glow standing out sharply in the dim, old stairwell.

He stubbed out his cigarette and looked in the direction of the sound.

Lin Qian had just finished a hot shower, and her body was still faintly steaming. She was wearing a pink bath towel, revealing her rounded shoulders and a pair of slender arms.

Her skin was fair with a pinkish tinge, and faintly moist, like a freshly steamed bun, exceptionally eye-catching, making one want to take a bite and taste its sweetness.

Lu Beiting's Adam's apple bobbed silently, but his voice remained cold and hard:

"Come and have a look."

"Do you think my home is a museum?"

Lu Beiting: "You've come to my house so many times, it's only fair to return the favor and treat me this once. What's the problem?"

"You've come uninvited; you're either up to no good or a thief!"

Lin Qian was so angry her face was practically steaming, and she reached out to close the door.

The next second, Lu Beiting's palm slammed heavily against the door, the force of which was overwhelming.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Beiting forcefully pushed open the door and entered, his tall figure instantly encroaching on the small space.

The door slammed shut.

Lin Qian was pinned against the wall by Lu Beiting and struggled frantically.

Although the two had been completely honest with each other countless times, it didn't mean she was willing to be disheveled in this situation.

She hurriedly covered her chest.

"Lu Beiting! This is burglary! I can call the police to arrest you."

"Yes," Lu Beiting admitted his crime, "breaking into your home and robbing you."

After speaking, Lu Beiting slowly raised his eyes and carefully observed the rented room.

It's a very small, old house, less than 70 square meters, with two bedrooms and a living room, and the walls are all worn out.

But it was clearly decorated with care by the people living here—beige floral curtains, cute plush toys piled on the sofa, a light yellow tablecloth, and several potted plants...

Everything has been transformed to have a warm and inviting feel.

However, this doesn't change the fundamental nature of the situation. This is an old residential area with poor security; the stairwells are filthy, and there is often trash and cigarette butts.

The feng shui and lighting in this place are also poor. On the second floor, the sunlight is completely blocked by the building in front, making it appear dark and damp.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a place suitable for a girl to live in long-term.

She'd rather stay here than move to his side and into a comfortable, safer house.

Lu Beiting felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, and his heart ached for a few seconds before he asked in a hoarse voice:

Which bedroom is yours?

Lin Qian's alarm bells rang loudly, "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"How many times have you slept in my bedroom?" Lu Beiting took a step closer, his gaze sweeping over her reddened earlobes. "You should at least let me see too, otherwise isn't that a bit unfair?"

Without giving Lin Qian a chance to speak, Lu Beiting grabbed her wrist and casually pushed open a door.

That just so happens to be Lin Qian's room.

The space was small, but excessively tidy. The overall color scheme was off-white, with a fluffy yellow rabbit pillow on the bed, creating a cozy atmosphere, and the faint, pleasant scent of jasmine lingered from the woman's body.

"Is this your room?"

Lin Qian tried to break free from his grasp, but to no avail. "What's the problem?"

Lu Beiting was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Move in and live with me. I can give you a bigger and more comfortable bedroom."

"No," Lin Qian refused without thinking, "I'm perfectly fine living here."

"Great? What's so great about this place?"

Lu Beiting's eyes were dark, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on her wrist, asking each word slowly and deliberately:

"Is it because Song Yu is here?"