Hard work after winning the lottery

She let out a painful whimper and instinctively tried to turn over to avoid the annoying light.

However, as soon as she moved, a strange, tearing pain instantly shot through her body from the depths of her limbs, like an electric shock.

This sharp pain was even worse than a headache.

Like a rusty key, it suddenly pried open her confused mind.

Hua Yun's eyes snapped open!

What came into view was not the yellowed and peeling ceiling of her rented room, which was less than 20 square meters.

Instead, it is a crystal chandelier with a minimalist design, yet exuding understated luxury.

The air was still filled with the familiar, cool cedar scent that belonged only to Zhou Yanjin, mixed with... the ambiguous and decadent atmosphere after a night of passion.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Stiffly, inch by inch, she turned her neck, which felt like it was about to break.

A handsome, flawless sleeping face was right in front of me.

It is Zhou Yanjin.

He was sleeping soundly, his brows no longer showing their usual aloofness and sharpness, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his breathing was steady and long.

A large, strong hand with distinct knuckles was domineeringly placed on her waist in a possessive manner.

And she herself...

Hua Yun slowly lowered her head.

She was lying naked in his arms.

Skin to skin.

Perfectly fitted.

The warmth of his chest, his heartbeat, were clearly transmitted to her through her thin skin, one beat at a time.

"boom--!!!"

It was as if countless bombs were detonating simultaneously in Hua Yun's mind.

The memories from last night, numbed by alcohol and shrouded in darkness, are now surging forth like a flood.

That desperate kiss.

His sudden, instinctive response.

The torn dress.

The floor was cold, the sofa was scorching hot.

Heavy breathing and suppressed sobs.

He whispered that name in her ear, hoarsely and indistinctly…

Every image, every sound, every detail was as clear as a slow-motion movie, playing repeatedly before her eyes.

So clear it was breathtaking.

"..."

Hua Yun's pupils shrank to the most dangerous pinpoints in an instant.

She even forgot to breathe.

Blood congealed instantly, and the limbs and bones felt icy cold.

What did she do?

What on earth did she do?!

This is not a dream.

This is real.

She, a junior assistant about to leave her job, actually slept with her boss, the president of the Zhou Group, the man she had secretly loved for 396 days...

In the most despicable, most wretched, and most absurd way.

A tremendous sense of panic and regret, like a giant, airtight net, instantly enveloped her completely.

She's doomed.

Her life was completely over.

What will he think of her?

A shameless woman who takes advantage of someone's vulnerability?

A scheming woman who will stop at nothing to climb the social ladder?

No, he wouldn't even look at her.

He would simply crush her like an ant, making her disappear from this world silently.

No.

We have to go.

Now, immediately, immediately!

I absolutely cannot let him wake up and see me!

This thought became her only, and last, lifeline at that moment.

Hua Yun's body began to tremble slightly with an extremely subtle amplitude.

She looked at the arm that stretched across her waist; the arm's muscles were smooth and firm, exuding power.

This was the same hand that had held her tightly last night, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Her eyes were filled with terror, as if it were not an arm, but a deadly venomous snake.

She held her breath, deliberately suppressing her heartbeat to its slowest point.

He looked like a thief who had infiltrated a forbidden area.

She reached out her own trembling hand and carefully touched the back of his hand with her fingertips.

It's piping hot.

She quickly shrank back.

No, we can't panic.

Hua Yun, calm.

She told herself this over and over again.

She took a deep, deep breath, and then slowly, silently exhaled.

This time, her movements became firm and slow.

She gently pinched his wrist with two fingers, and then, with a feeling close to zero gravity, lifted his arm off her body millimeter by millimeter.

That process took as long as a century.

Her forehead was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.

Finally, she managed to move that arm away by half an inch.

She dared not make any further movements, but like an eel, she used all her flexibility to slowly pull her body out of that half-inch gap.

My feet finally landed on the cool, soft wool carpet.

At that moment, Hua Yun almost collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

She didn't dare turn around and look at the man on the bed again.

Barefoot and on tiptoe, in an almost comical manner, she began frantically searching for her torn "battle clothes" in the vast bedroom and living room.

The dress had become a pile of expensive rags and was no longer wearable.

The bra clasp is nowhere to be found.

One high heel is under the sofa, and the other is next to the entryway.

Hua Yun closed her eyes in despair, and could only pick up the white shirt that was still relatively intact, which belonged to Zhou Yanjin, from the ground.

His body heat and scent still lingered on her shirt, burning her heart like a branding iron.

She hastily put the shirt on, its wide hem barely covering her thighs.

Clutching the pile of rags as if it were a ticking time bomb, she staggered into the bathroom.

With a "bang," she locked the door from the inside.

She isolated herself from everything outside, including the man who terrified her.

Hua Yun leaned against the cold door panel, her body sliding uncontrollably until she fell to the ground.

Only then did she dare to breathe deeply and greedily.

After a long while, she managed to stand up, leaning on the sink.

She looked up at the mirror.

The mirror reflected a face as pale as paper.

His lips were bloodless, his eyes were bloodshot with terror, and his long hair was disheveled and stuck to his cheeks and neck.

Embarrassed.

Unbearable.

He looked like a refugee who had just survived a catastrophe.

What struck her even more like a thunderbolt was the dense, crisscrossing blue and purple marks on her neck and collarbone.

Ambiguous, glaring.

Like flowers of sin, they bloomed wantonly on her snow-white skin.

That's a hickey.

It is the most direct and indelible evidence left by last night's madness.

It was like a merciless brand, constantly reminding her just how absurd and intense everything that happened last night had been.

Hua Yun felt a churning in her stomach.

She rushed to the toilet, but nothing came out except for sour bile that burned her throat.

I can't stay here any longer.

Not even for a second.

She forced herself to stay awake, quickly splashed cold water on her face, and then, as fast as she could, haphazardly stuffed the tattered dress into her handbag.

As for that shirt that belonged to him...

She dared not take it off.

They didn't even bother to take them off.

She tiptoed out of the bathroom, picked up her handbag and high heels from the entryway, and carried them barefoot without even putting them on.

She walked to the apartment door, placed her hand on the doorknob, but hesitated to apply pressure.

She couldn't help herself in the end, and turned around to glance at the master bedroom from a great distance.