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

"Don't……"

Don't kiss me.

Lin Qian was trapped in the corner by him, and the back of her head was also fixed in place, making her feel like she was nailed to the spot and unable to move.

Lu Beiting ran his fingertips through her hair, biting her luscious lips, controlling the kiss with extreme force, stealing her breath bit by bit.

Lin Qian's face flushed instantly, the burning heat spreading to her ears.

Although not many people pass by here, it's still a public place.

But Lu Beiting kissed her skillfully, sometimes gently, sometimes fiercely, easily making her legs go weak...

"Baby, are you feeling it?" Lu Beiting slightly raised his chin and looked down at her.

Lin Qian's eyes were glazed over, a blush rose on her fair face, her neck was burning hot, and her chest rose and fell gently, as if she were being kissed into a daze.

We've kissed so many times, yet she's still as sensitive as a mimosa plant; the moment I touch her, she wants to curl up into a ball.

I want to kiss him even more now.

Lin Qian looked away, biting her lower lip, which was swollen from his kisses, and stubbornly said, "No."

"Still being stubborn?" Lu Beiting chuckled, his thumb tracing her moist lips, his voice growing hoarse. "Do I have to kiss you a few more times before you'll tell the truth?"

"Lu Beiting! Can you please stop resorting to violence so easily..."

Lu Beiting smiled knowingly, pinching her waist and asking, "What?"

Lin Qian said in a muffled voice, "Just kiss me."

"Can't I kiss my girlfriend?"

My lips are completely numb...

"Baby, I really want to kiss your lips until they're raw."

A strong, morbid possessiveness rose in Lu Beiting's eyes, his breath hot on her face as he said:

"If you kiss someone until they're completely broken, you won't talk to your other brothers anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man pressed Lin Qian down in a more aggressive posture, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

Suddenly, the restaurant door next door was pushed open, and the faint sounds of laughter and conversation could be heard, followed by the footsteps of a couple approaching from afar.

Lin Qian froze, immediately lowered her head, buried her burning cheeks in his chest, her heart pounding like a drum.

She nervously clutched the front of his shirt.

He whispered, his voice tinged with pleading, "Someone's...please don't press down on me."

"I'm in a bad mood," Lu Beiting said, not loosening his grip but instead pulling her even tighter, whispering in her ear with a self-righteous air, "I need my girlfriend to comfort me."

"..." Lin Qian said helplessly, "Only little kids need to be coaxed, you're not a little kid anymore."

Without a doubt, Lu Beiting's face darkened even more.

"I'll take you home once I've appeased you."

"If I can't soothe you, I'll make you cry right here."

The man made a blatant threat.

"..." Lin Qian fell silent, her ear tips almost bleeding red.

How do I coax him?

In a moment of desperation, she steeled herself, stood on tiptoe, and gently bit the man's collarbone, and then...

Lu Beiting's body stiffened.

A little while later.

The man tilted his head back slightly and sighed contentedly.

Lin Qian then created some distance and cautiously looked at the man's neck.

Lu Beiting had a wheatish complexion, and his collarbones were sexy and alluring. There was a noticeable pink mark on his collarbone, which sparked the imagination.

Lin Qian met his burning gaze and coaxed him softly, "Here's a little strawberry for you."

"So please don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Lu Beiting's lips curled slightly, but he remained unmoved and said coldly:

One is not enough.

"..."

Why is he so hard to coax?

Lin Qian looked around in embarrassment, making sure no one would pass by, and had no choice but to continue biting him with her head tilted back...

Under the tranquil moonlight, the leaves of the sycamore trees fell silently, brushing past their shoulders and settling at their feet.

Lin Qian's lips went numb after an unknown amount of time.

Her eyes glistened with tears as she softly asked, "Are you satisfied now...?"

Lu Beiting caught a glimpse of the small hickeys on his collarbone and below, and the burning anger in his chest slowly subsided.

But it hasn't completely subsided.

"It's barely passable."

The man remained stubborn.

After saying that, he finally released Lin Qian's waist and carried her into the car.

On the way back, Lu Beiting still kept holding Lin Qian in his arms.

Lin Qian pushed him away shyly, "Could you let go of me? It's not good to sit on your lap like this."

"What's not quite right?"

"It's not spacious enough. You always hug me so tightly, it's almost suffocating me..."

Lu Beiting, however, kept a straight face and refused to let go, insisting on sticking to her.

Lin Qian gave up.

The next second, the phone buzzed and the screen lit up.

Wen Shuyan: [Qianqian, are you home yet? Remember to let me know you got home safely.]

Not only Lin Qian saw this message, but Lu Beiting also "inadvertently" saw it as well.

Lin Qian looked up at Lu Beiting's face and saw that his expression was getting darker and darker.

Ruined.

The man I just managed to appease is now impossible to appease again!

When we returned to the West Mansion courtyard, it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening.

Lu Beiting didn't say much along the way, clearly still unhappy.

Even the assistant in front felt it; the surrounding air seemed to have cooled down several degrees. After finishing the drive, he immediately ran away, shivering.

"Are you angry?" Lin Qian hooked his little finger and looked at him.

"You're overthinking it," Lu Beiting sneered, his tone nonchalant. "I'm not that jealous."

"Oh." Lin Qian turned back. "Never mind then. I was originally going to try to coax you a little more."

Lu Beiting: "..."

"Lin Qian," Lu Beiting took a deep breath, his tone hard, "I'm just angry."

As expected.

Lin Qian patiently stroked his fur, "I really haven't been in contact with him for ten years, let alone seen him. At most, we were just childhood playmates. In the past... he did help me a lot. But now we don't have any feelings for each other, and besides, I already have a boyfriend."

Lu Beiting stared into her eyes and suddenly blurted out, "Isn't he your ideal type?"

"……what?"

Lu Beiting coldly uttered a few words: "Gentle, refined, and with sound values. Just your type."

"But I don't like him."

After saying this, the man's fierceness faded considerably, but a strange sense of irritation remained.

After they got back together, Lu Beiting didn't have a single peaceful day. Every day he dreamed of Lin Qian saying to him—

"Lu Beiting, we're not right for each other, let's break up."

Only when he was in bed could he truly feel that Lin Qian was very close to him and that she was always by his side.

Now that one younger brother has left, another older brother is coming, and they're all eyeing his girlfriend.

He finally managed to get the title of his official girlfriend from his ex-girlfriend, but he always felt that she would leave him and choose someone else at any moment.

Just like three years ago, without any warning or reason, she broke up with him.

Lu Beiting suppressed his irritation and complicated emotions, hugged Lin Qian from behind, and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

"Baby, do you want to do it tonight?"