Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

The darkness in the room was not enough to extinguish everything.

Her eyes, tinged with the effects of alcohol, still held a hint of intoxication, yet remained captivatingly watery and endearing.

It was a world apart from his fiery, menacing gaze.

The scar on the back of his head felt like salt had been rubbed into it; it hissed with pain and itched, making him want to scratch, to destroy, to tear apart the woman who had rubbed salt into his head…

Yu Shinan clenched his teeth, and the major artery in his neck was clearly visible.

She had no idea how much self-control it took for him to resist touching her.

She actually—

Fu Sichen's back was pressed against the wall. She was frightened by his gaze, which was aggressive and full of anger. The arm pressing on her shoulder was so strong that she felt like her bones were about to break.

It hurts.

If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why are you glaring at me like that?

It's as if she did something extraordinary.

She's drunk, is it wrong for her to act a little crazy?

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. Amidst the chaos, she unexpectedly thought of that night she spent with him.

In the darkness, he forcefully and ruthlessly cleaved through her innocence and naivety, imbuing her with his scent.

He mistook her for someone else back then, not just staring at her blankly like this now.

Is she really inferior to Lin Yuanqing?

That woman was so dirty and messy, yet he could still be attracted to her. Why wouldn't he be attracted to her?

The alcohol and jealousy rushed to his head, and Fu Sichen was suddenly overcome with an unbearable surge of courage, but she was pinned against the wall and couldn't move.

She screamed in pain, tears streaming down her face, "It hurts so much, my bones feel like they're going to break. Let go."

Yu Shinan then realized the force he had used to lose control and hurriedly released his grip on her shoulders. As soon as he let go, she staggered and was about to fall. He instinctively reached out and caught her. Being closer, he could see her tearful eyes more clearly. "I'm sorry, does it hurt a lot?"

"It hurts, it hurts so much!" she yelled at him, somewhat annoyed.

Yu Shinan remained silent, then moved his hand to her shoulder and gently squeezed it as if to comfort her.

His large hands rested on her shoulders. Fu Sichen knew that with his strength, he could easily crush her bones, but his clumsy way of squeezing her shoulders made her heart ache and tears well up even more.

"Don't cry, Brother Nan just lost control of his strength." With her tears falling, Yu Shinan was even more at a loss.

I wanted to wipe away her tears, but I felt that the action was too ambiguous.

He supported her waist with one arm to prevent her from falling. His voice was lowered, but he still couldn't hide his tension. The emotions he was trying to suppress had reached their limit.

The little woman in his arms was delicate and tender, and he was a man, a man who had improper thoughts about her.

Taking one step forward would be too easy to drag her into the abyss.

But he couldn't bear to part with it.

Ultimately, I couldn't bear to part with it.

He can do whatever he wants, but she can't. She has to be upright and honest, good or bad. How could he bear to drag her into the darkness?

Even as the beast within him ran rampant, he restrained himself, trying to avoid crossing moral boundaries.

Yu Shinan loosened his grip and bent down to pick up the room key, but Fu Sichen suddenly took a step forward, pressing her entire body against his. She looked up at him with her small face, her bright eyes, washed by tears, fixed on him. "Brother Nan, anyone but me is fine, right?"

Her mind went blank for a moment, unable to think. The space at the doorway was narrow; she leaned forward, and he stepped back, with only a wall behind them.

Yu Shinan had never been so embarrassed in his life, being forced to the brink of collapse by a drunken little woman.

"What do you mean?" He didn't understand.

Fu Sichen wrapped her arms around his shoulders, stood on tiptoe and pressed herself against him, suddenly covering his eyes with her hands, her voice trembling with sobs, "Is it only when you can't see me that you can do 'that' with me? You never kiss me."

Salty tears mingled with soft lips and covered his, while his tiny tongue lingered timidly yet bravely on his lips.

It felt like fireworks exploded in my mind. That chaotic and absurd night, though three years have passed and my memory is hazy, is still a memory that seems to be branded into my bones.

With his hands, which had been hanging by his sides, he forcefully wrapped them around the woman in front of him and kissed her like a madman.

It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss her; he just thought it was someone else.

The demands were devoid of any emotion, purely for the purpose of neutralizing the drug's effects.

If he had known it was her, he wouldn't have been able to treat her that way, and even if he really couldn't help himself, he would have tried his best to control himself.

If he had known it was her, he wouldn't have let her run away alone, and he wouldn't have let her suffer all that alone.

Even less likely—

Let her get married.

The forceful and domineering kiss swept away all her voices. Fu Sichen didn't even have time to be stunned before he pulled her into this vortex. She had absolutely no experience in dealing with it, but she desperately craved his touch and intimacy. The indistinct humming in her throat disappeared between her lips and teeth.

Her face and body were burning hot; under the influence of alcohol, she was on the verge of fainting.

His delicate arms clung to her with all their might, his palms touching his strong back. A sense of power emanated from his bulging muscles. She was squeezed between him and the wall behind her, as if he were about to meld her into his very bones.

The man's powerful strength shocked and frightened her; her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. Yet, she couldn't bear to push him away and tried her best to keep up with his pace.

Her proactive cooperation was like a fire thrown directly at him; with a bang, it spontaneously combusted without needing to be lit.

The blood in his veins was like fuel, bubbling and boiling, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a raging wolf in the dark night.

The woman's soft voice teased the nerves.

The layers of her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) fell off and became tangled around her arms.

The pounding of her heart was so loud it felt like it was going to shatter her eardrums. Fu Sichen's arms trembled as she held him, feeling the man's lips slide down her neck like a hot iron. Her Hanfu was open, and his mark was imprinted on her skin, burning with a stinging sensation.

She dug her fingertips into his shoulder and back, her eyes burning, and she couldn't help but softly call his name.

"Brother Nan."

The darkness breeds curses, like a dark net that traps those who struggle within it.

Her soft voice echoed in the darkness, yet it was like a sharp sword cleaving through his out-of-control, muddled mind, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, instantly bringing him to his senses.

His arms trembled as he held her tightly, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Yu Shinan froze on the spot, unable to move, his arms still holding her firmly.

The passion he gave her was so intense and fiery that she felt like she was being burned to a crisp.

Even when he stopped, she seemed not to have reacted. Her breathing was still rapid, and all she could hear was her heartbeat. The alcohol was making her very dizzy.

Fu Sichen thought to himself, she was drunk, really drunk.

Yu Shinan's arms trembled, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

She was drunk, but he wasn't.