A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

2:30 a.m.

The Municipal Bureau's Guesthouse, Room 308.

Lin Haitang leaned against the headboard and rubbed her shrunken belly.

After a long day of intense work, my nerves were stretched to the limit, and I just grabbed a quick cold bread at the office for dinner. Now that the tension has eased, a strange emptiness is washing over me.

I'm hungry.

She glanced at the time on her phone, got out of bed, changed into casual clothes, put on a loose, light jacket, grabbed her room key, and went out.

The air conditioning in the hotel lobby on the first floor was very strong.

Lin Haitang had just stepped out of the elevator when her gaze swept casually across the room, and she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

On the leather sofa in the rest area, a familiar dark figure was curled up.

Qi Feng.

The guy was sprawled out on the three-seater sofa, one leg dangling on the carpet, clutching his backpack tightly to his chest.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and even in his sleep, he would occasionally reach out and irritably pat his arm and neck.

Mosquitoes were having a wild party around him next to the greenery in the lobby.

Lin Haitang paused for a moment, then turned and walked towards the front desk.

The receptionist on duty was dozing off when she was startled awake by footsteps.

"Why is he sleeping here?" Lin Haitang pointed to Qi Feng on the sofa, her voice very low.

The receptionist glanced at the room and sighed helplessly, "There are no rooms available. Several budget hotels nearby are also full. Mr. Qi said he's leaving early tomorrow morning and doesn't want the hassle of making a fuss, so he said he'll just stay in the lobby for the night."

Lin Haitang remained silent for two seconds.

"understood."

She turned around, took long strides to the sofa, and looked down at Qi Feng, who was sleeping sprawled out on his back.

On the left cheek of this kid, there was already a red, swollen mosquito bump the size of a coin.

Lin Haitang's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. She stretched out her foot and kicked Qi Feng's calf, which was dangling on the carpet, with the tip of her shoe.

"Feed. Wake up."

no response.

Lin Haitang increased the force and kicked again.

Qi Feng jolted and groggily opened his eyes. It took him two seconds to focus his gaze before he could make out the person standing in front of him.

"Huh? What's wrong? Is there a case?" Qi Feng sat up straight with a start.

"No cases." Lin Haitang said coldly, hands in her pockets. "Stop feeding the mosquitoes here. Come with me for a late-night snack."

Qi Feng let out a huge yawn, and two drops of physiological tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes.

He wanted to refuse, but his stomach surprisingly made a long, rumbling sound.

"Alright then." Qi Feng rubbed the mosquito bite on his cheek, hissing in pain. "Just consider it accompanying the leader to observe the people's conditions. It'll be more comfortable to sleep on the sofa after eating."

Not far from the hotel is a night market food street.

At three in the morning, the streets were still bustling with life.

The two found a relatively clean stall and sat down.

Without much talk, Qi Feng ordered thirty skewers of mutton, twenty skewers of beef tendon, and a plate of mutton and beef stew.

"Boss, six more bottles of ice-cold beer! The kind that's freezing cold and steaming!" Qi Feng shouted at the top of his lungs.

Lin Haitang frowned: "Why are you drinking in the middle of the night?"

"This will help you relax, Sister Haitang." Qi Feng broke a pair of disposable chopsticks apart with his bare hands. "I've been through so much today. Besides, if I have a drink, I'll be able to sleep soundly when I get back to the lobby, and I won't feel the itching from mosquito bites anymore."

Lin Haitang looked at the bump on his face and didn't say anything more.

The skewers arrived quickly. Sizzling with oil, they were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Qi Feng grabbed a skewer of meat, shoved it into his mouth, and chewed until his mouth was greasy.

Then he picked up the opened bottle of ice-cold beer, tilted his head back, and chugged down half of it.

"Ha...!" Qi Feng slammed the bottle down on the table, letting out a long sigh. "That feels good!"

On this hot summer night, watching Qi Feng eat meat and drink wine with gusto, Lin Haitang unconsciously swallowed.

After only a slight hesitation, Lin Haitang picked up a bottle of beer.

"Hey, hey, you're still injured." Qi Feng reached out to stop him.

"It's alright!" Lin Haitang slapped his hand away, tilted her head back, and took a sip. The cool, slightly bitter liquid slid down her throat, instantly dispelling the restlessness in her stomach.

The two sat on the curb, under the dim streetlights, sipping skewers and drinks.

We didn't discuss the case or work.

Qi Feng was talking nonsense, recounting embarrassing stories from his time at police academy.

Lin Haitang listened quietly, occasionally throwing in a sarcastic remark, but her eyes gradually became slightly hazy with intoxication.

Six bottles of beer were emptied.

Qi Feng let out a burp, his eyes clear and bright; this little bit of alcohol was just like rinsing his mouth to him.

Lin Haitang was slightly drunk, and two blushes appeared on her fair cheeks. Her originally sharp eyes became moist, revealing a natural charm.

Pay the bill and leave.

Back in the hotel lobby.

Qi Feng resignedly walked towards his leather sofa, ready to continue his battle against the mosquitoes.

"Come back." Lin Haitang stood at the elevator entrance, turned around and called out to him.

"What's wrong, boss? Want more food?" Qi Feng turned around.

Lin Haitang bit her lower lip, seemingly preparing herself mentally.

A few seconds later, she said coldly, "Come to my room for the night. Don't sleep in the lobby, it's an eyesore."

Although his tone was stiff, the heartache in his words was unmistakable.

Qi Feng's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity faster than a monkey: "Ah, okay then. You begged me to go, after all."

He quickly grabbed his backpack and dashed into the elevator.

Room 308.

As soon as the door closed, Qi Feng immediately dropped his backpack and rushed to the bathroom.

"I'll shower first! I've been sweating all day, my clothes smell bad!"

The door was locked from the inside, and then the sound of rushing water came from inside.

Lin Haitang stood outside the door, lowered her head, and sniffed her collar. There was indeed a mixture of sweat and barbecue smell.

But Qi Feng had already gone inside, so she could only sit helplessly on the edge of the bed and wait.

A man can take a century to defecate, but taking a shower often only takes the time it takes to listen to a song.

Less than five minutes.

"Click".

The bathroom door opened. Qi Feng, with his wet, tousled hair and a towel wrapped around his lower body, walked out looking refreshed. Water droplets slid down his muscular chest and abs, exuding a wild, masculine energy.

Lin Haitang glanced at her and then looked away, rolled her eyes, rummaged through her suitcase for a nightgown, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

Qi Feng lay casually on the only large bed, his hands behind his head.

Alcohol ferments slowly in the blood.

But he was not sleepy at all, and his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the bathroom.

The frosted glass wasn't transparent, but it allowed a dim, yellowish light to pass through. With the sound of flowing water, an exquisitely beautiful silhouette appeared and disappeared on the glass.

Qi Feng's breathing gradually became heavy.

(Who can resist this? I'm a decent man, but I'm not some saint.)

He cursed inwardly, forcing himself to look away and stare at the ceiling counting sheep.

Half an hour later.

The sound of water stopped. The bathroom door opened.

Lin Haitang emerged, accompanied by the warm scent of shower gel.

Qi Feng turned his head and gasped instantly.

Lin Haitang was wearing a dark blue nightgown, an extremely conservative style with long sleeves and trousers.

However, the fabric, still damp from the shower, clung slightly to the skin. The breathtaking waist-to-hip ratio and the alluring curves were perfectly outlined by the thin silk.

Normally, she's a cool and aloof woman in her police uniform. But now, with her long hair flowing freely and her face slightly flushed, she's an absolutely irresistible enchantress.

This isn't the "mature" of a mature woman; it's clearly the "uncontrollable desire."

Qi Feng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he unconsciously swallowed, making a clear "gulp" sound.

Lin Haitang was drying her hair when she heard the sound and paused.

She raised her eyelids, her gaze sweeping coldly over them, pointing to the small single sofa in the corner.

"Why are you in bed? Go sleep on the sofa."

Qi Feng's eyes widened as he pointed at the fabric sofa, which was less than 1.2 meters wide: "No way! This sofa is only a little over a meter wide. I'm 1.85 meters tall, how am I supposed to sleep on it? If I'm going to sleep on this thing in your room, I'd rather sleep on the sofa in the hotel lobby. At least that's spacious!"

"Then go to the lobby." Lin Haitang left no room for negotiation, threw off the covers, lay down on the bed, and turned her back to him.

Qi Feng's lips twitched.

With no other option, he could only hug a pillow and huddle miserably in the small sofa, his long legs having nowhere to go, curled up like a shrimp.

"Smack."

Lin Haitang reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

The room was plunged into darkness. Only the faint light from the streetlights shone through the gaps in the curtains.

Quiet.

Deathly silence. The only sound was the faint whooshing of the air conditioner vents.

Qi Feng tossed and turned on the sofa, his bones aching from the pressure.

Five minutes later.

"Sister Haitang, are you asleep?" Qi Feng's voice rang out in the darkness.

"Shut up. Go to sleep." Lin Haitang's voice was cold.

"The night is long, and I can't sleep. Let me tell you a story," Qi Feng said to himself. "Have you ever heard the story of a man and a woman sleeping in the same room, and then...and something even worse than that happening?"

"Never heard of it. Is it a story unsuitable for children?" She tried to keep her voice calm.

"It's not suitable for children; it's a very profound philosophical story." Qi Feng chuckled. "I'll just tell you the ending."

"What's the ending?" Lin Haitang asked, puzzled.

In the darkness, a faint sound of fabric rubbing could be heard.

"The conclusion is... I'd rather be a beast than be even less than a beast!"

Before the words were even finished!

A gust of wind rushed towards me.

Before Lin Haitang could react, she felt the mattress next to her suddenly sink. Immediately afterward, a large, hot hand yanked off the covers and forcefully and precisely wrapped its arm around her slender waist.

The scent of male hormones instantly enveloped her.

"Are you crazy! Let go!" Lin Haitang struggled violently, turned around and opened her mouth to bite.

Qi Feng didn't give her a chance to speak at all, precisely sealing her two soft lips with his.

Lin Haitang's mind went completely blank.

All resistance froze for half a second.

Then, she bit down hard.

"Hiss..." Qi Feng felt a sharp pain in his lips, and blood seeped out.

But he still didn't back down; instead, he became even more domineering and aggressive.

In the darkness, their breaths were rapid and mingled.

Lin Haitang's originally tense body gradually lost its strength under the influence of alcohol and this highly aggressive advance. Her tightly clenched hands had somehow loosened and were now gripping Qi Feng's broad back.

Tonight is an extraordinary night.

Tonight, some people have shed their hard facade, revealing their soft inner selves.

Tonight, someone is destined to be bruised, swollen, and bleeding.

A famous celebrity (writer) once said: The only difference between a girl and a woman is a membrane.