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

We've come full circle and are back to the original question.

Lin Qian didn't understand what kind of magic the name "Song Yu" had cast, making Lu Beiting use that name all the time.

Lin Qian looked bewildered, even a little tired. "I've already explained, he's not my boyfriend. I just made it up on the spot. We don't have that kind of relationship. Why are you still so hostile towards him?"

"It doesn't matter?" Lu Beiting gave a light snort, his eyes sharp as knives. "Then who was exchanging flirtatious glances with you outside the hospital this afternoon?"

And she was still laughing so happily.

After their reunion, she had never smiled so sweetly when she was with him.

Lin Qian: "Who's exchanging glances with whom?"

Lu Beiting said, enunciating each word clearly: "You, and him."

"Am I not even allowed to look at other people normally?"

"What about the bracelet he gave you?"

Lin Qian was taken aback. "How did you know he gave me a bracelet?"

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're following me?"

"I ran into them by chance."

Where do so many coincidences come from?

Lin Qian didn't believe it.

Lu Beiting asked in a deep voice, "Where is the bracelet?"

"I put it in the drawer, I wasn't planning on wearing it..." Lin Qian finished speaking, then suddenly realized, "Wait, what does this have to do with you? You just—"

Lu Beiting knew what she was going to say next without even thinking, and interrupted her coldly:

"If you mention those three words again, I'll kiss you."

Lin Qian: "..."

Lu Beiting pressed Lin Qian's wrist, thinking about what she had just said, and felt increasingly irritated.

What are you? Just my ex-boyfriend.

My ex-boyfriend.

That little mouth, opening and closing, just can't seem to say what he wants to hear.

Lu Beiting grabbed her wrist and, noticing her attempt to pull away, pressed her even closer.

Lin Qian's wrists were very thin, so thin that the bluish veins could be faintly seen.

Lu Beiting could easily pin her two wrists together with one hand and raise them above her head, rendering her unable to move.

Lin Qian tried to pull her hand back, but she was no match for Lu Beiting's strength.

"Don't move." Lu Beiting took out a gold Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet from his suit pocket and put it firmly on her wrist.

"Don't wear the one he gave you," Lu Beiting's voice was deep and somewhat hoarse. "Wear the one I gave you, okay?"

The bracelet is exquisite, with diamonds set throughout the design, dazzling under the light without being overwhelming.

Lin Qian choked, "So you came to my house out of nowhere just to put this on me?"

"Don't you like it?"

"..."

Lin Qian couldn't bring herself to say "I don't like it"; after all, she was just a penniless commoner.

But she couldn't bring herself to say "I like you" to Lu Beiting.

Lin Qian didn't speak, but Lu Beiting interpreted it in a different way.

His tone unconsciously carried a hint of hostility, "What, do you prefer what he gave you? You like something so cheap?"

"Cheap?" Lin Qian looked into his eyes and retorted, "First of all, no matter what, the value of a gift lies in the sentiment, which cannot be completely measured by money. I don't think it's cheap."

Lu Beiting paused, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Which is prettier, the one I gave you, or the bracelet he gave you?"

"Do you really have to ask this kind of question?" Lin Qian retorted.

Lu Beiting: "Answer me."

Before Lin Qian could even speak.

Suddenly, a noise, neither too loud nor too soft, came from the front gate.

"Sister, I'm back!"

Song Yu, carrying his schoolbag, closed the gate and called out.

Inside the bedroom, Lin Qian's back stiffened almost instantly.

She's currently having an affair with her ex-boyfriend in disheveled clothes; if she gets caught... it would be incredibly embarrassing.

Lu Beiting, however, raised an eyebrow and smiled with interest, saying, "Speak of the devil, and he appears. I never expected this."

Lin Qian reacted quickly, immediately covering his mouth and whispering, "Shh, keep your voice down."

Lu Beiting may be shameless, but she still has a sense of shame.

To everyone's surprise, Lu Beiting showed no shame whatsoever. He simply moved her hand away, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice:

"What, am I so shameful that I can't be seen in public?"

Lin Qian turned her head away, "Our relationship is... ambiguous, and I won't be able to explain it later."

She couldn't help but recall the scene when the three of them ate noodles together last time, a moment that was so awkward she felt utterly ashamed.

Moreover, this time Lu Beiting came uninvited.

"Explain? Is he some important person that you need to explain?"

"Also, what is our relationship now?"

Lin Qian, "Former boyfriend and girlfriend relationship".

"Anything else?"

Lin Qian's ears turned red, and she bit her lip, saying, "We're also friends with benefits."

"That's all?" Lu Beiting was clearly dissatisfied with this answer.

Or rather, they were unwilling to accept it.

Lin Qian retorted, "What other relationship could there be?"

As the two confronted each other, Song Yu's footsteps grew louder as they approached, his voice clear and crisp:

"Sister? Are you in your room?"

Lin Qian was pressed against the door by Lu Beiting, and the soft curves of her body were gradually deforming.

Song Yu didn't hear any movement, so he raised his hand and knocked politely on the door again, "Sister?"

Separated by a door.

Lu Beiting sneered, a smile playing on his lips with amusement. "Did you hear that? He's calling you."

Lin Qian's heart leaped into her throat, her voice trembling with nervousness, "Yes, I'm here..."

Song Yu continued, "Oh... I thought you were asleep. Um, I bought a pomelo at the entrance of the complex. I remember you love pomelos. How about I peel it and bring it in for you later?"

The voice just fell.

Lu Beiting's eyes darkened, and his fingertips landed precisely on Lin Qian's soft, slender waist.

"No..." Lin Qian felt an unbearable itch on her waist and instinctively cried out.

Song Yu, standing outside the door, immediately became flustered and asked with concern, "Sister? What's wrong?"

Lin Qian gave Lu Beiting a warning glare.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only did not restrain themselves, but also intensified their actions.

Lu Beiting knew where she was most ticklish.

Just a light press.

Lin Qian's body went limp. She bit her lip and replied, "It's nothing, I... I'm fine..."

Song Yu felt something was off. "Sister, are you feeling unwell? Your voice sounds a bit off."

Lu Beiting pressed her waist down and pinned her against the door, his actions becoming even more unrestrained.

How could Lin Qian resist his teasing? Before long, her legs went weak.

Her eyes glistened with tears, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, "Um... I'm fine, I might just have a bit of a cold. You go ahead and get back to work, I need to rest."

Song Yu nodded, said "Oh," and left.

Lin Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at the culprit, "Lu Beiting, get out of my house right now."

A surge of anger burned within Lu Beiting, making his already bad mood even worse.

I didn't hear what Lin Qian said.

All that could be seen was her luscious lips opening and closing.

I want to kiss you.

Then he kissed her.