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

Just then, a crisp cell phone ringtone suddenly broke the idyllic atmosphere of the room.

Lin Qian's body trembled slightly as she reached for the bedside table. Lifting the screen, the name 【Song Yu】clearly appeared in her contact list.

This scene undoubtedly pierced the already sensitive and fragile nerves of a certain man.

Lu Beiting's eyes darkened, and a cold, ambiguous laugh escaped his throat. He lowered his head and, with a hint of punishment, bit her rounded shoulder lightly.

"Ah..." Lin Qian winced in pain, instinctively letting out a soft moan. She frowned and glared at the culprit, her eyes shimmering. "Lu Beiting, are you a dog?"

"Yes," he admitted frankly, his fingertips lingering on the faint teeth marks he had just left, his voice low and husky, "I am the baby's dog."

"..."

He has found his place in the world.

I bet he got his fill of yelling at him.

Lin Qian was both embarrassed and annoyed. She gently pushed him, took a deep breath, and answered the phone.

"Sister?" Song Yu's worried voice came through the receiver. "I just heard Lin Yize is in the hospital. What happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Lu Beiting's face darkened instantly, and he let out a very soft "heh" from his nose, carrying undisguised displeasure. He then lowered his head again and continued to "grind" her other shoulder with even more focus and annoyance.

Lin Qian felt itchy and numb from his touch, her face flushed, and she tried to break free from his grip, but he held her tightly in his arms.

She could only try to calm her breathing and make her voice sound as steady as possible, but the last syllable still trembled slightly:

"Yize and I are fine now, everything has been taken care of, so don't worry."

Song Yu seemed relieved, his tone becoming lighter: "That's good. Sister, when are you about to come back? I left a light on for you."

Just as Lin Qian was about to answer, Lu Beiting's lips moved to her sensitive earlobe, gently taking it in, his hot, moist breath spraying over her.

Her cunning and possessiveness are off the charts.

"!!!"

Lin Qian shuddered, and the words she was about to say instantly changed their tone.

Her earlobes were her most sensitive spot.

How could this man be so wicked?!

Lin Qian suppressed her shortness of breath and said quickly, "I...I won't be back tonight. I...I'm staying at my boyfriend's place. You should get some rest, don't wait for me."

After saying that, she hung up the phone hastily before Song Yu could react, her heart pounding like a drum.

She looked up, glaring at the culprit, her cheeks flushed: "Are you satisfied now?"

The gloom in Lu Beiting's eyes had long been dispelled by those words, replaced by an undisguised light of joy.

He smiled and frankly admitted, "I'm very satisfied."

God knows how the bitter jealousy that almost overwhelmed him instantly transformed into a wildfire of ecstasy when he heard the words "living in my boyfriend's house" come out of Lin Qian's lips.

Lu Beiting pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hot: "This time, I have only one request for us to get back together."

"What?"

"Lin Qian," he looked into her eyes, enunciating each word with unwavering seriousness, "you are not allowed to leave me again."

As Lin Qian gazed at his handsome face so close to hers, a sudden, uncontrollable surge of emotion welled up in her nose.

The little girl who used to hide in the corner and secretly look up at him only wished to get a little closer to him.

He was the grandest and most distant secret of her entire youth.

Lin Qian blinked her slightly damp eyelashes, her voice soft yet firm: "Yes, I won't leave you."

"Baby," Lu Beiting stroked her cheek, his tone both coaxing and warning, "If you ever dare to mention the word 'break up' again, I'll make you cry."

Lin Qian nodded obediently, and was then pulled into his arms even tighter.

The two of them plunged together into the dazzling waves he was orchestrating, tossing them up and then crashing them down.

……

……

The night was as thick as ink.

Lin Qian had exhausted her last bit of strength, so tired that she could barely lift a finger. She could only lean weakly against Lu Beiting's chest, letting him carefully pick her up and carry her into the bathroom.

Warm water dripped down, filling the room with a gentle, warm mist.

Lu Beiting gently washed her, and as he did so, he kept lowering his head to kiss the top of her head, her forehead, and the tip of her nose, calling her "baby" tenderly and affectionately.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" he asked in a low voice.

Lin Qian shook her head and buried her face in his shoulder: "It's okay."

"Is it comfortable?" he asked again, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible anticipation and mischief.

"..."

Lin Qian remained silent for a few seconds, her face turning even redder. In the end, like a well-behaved doll with a pre-programmed script, she nodded gently and replied in a muffled voice, "Mmm, comfortable."

Very nice.

Lu Beiting's smile deepened as he rubbed the jasmine and rose-scented shower gel in his palm to create a rich, white lather, which he then gently applied to her smooth back.

Amidst the rising steam, his voice, hoarse and seductive, asked, "Do you like me?"

Lin Qian: "I like it."

How much do you like it?

"I like it very much."

I like it very much. Lin Qian silently added in her heart: Perhaps, much more than you like me.

The water washed away the foam, and she leaned against his chest, suddenly whispering, "Lu Beiting, you have to grant me one request too."

"What?"

"You're not allowed to mention breaking up," she turned around, her wet eyes looking at him earnestly, "and you're not allowed to... find another woman."

Lu Beiting raised an eyebrow: "Don't worry, baby. Even if I die, I won't mention breaking up."

In this way, we can be bound together for all eternity.

"Um."

Lin Qian nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips.

But for some reason, I always felt uneasy, as if I had a bad feeling.

Just like three years ago, I feel a mix of anxiety and uncertainty, a lingering doubt that this is all too beautiful, a dream that's about to fade away...