The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

In order to aim at the red ball in the distance, the aloof and refined man had to lean most of his body over the large pool table.

The shirt clung tightly to her back as she was pulled, subtly outlining her two slender, butterfly-shaped shoulder blades with each breath.

He propped one leg up on the table, and the fabric of his originally slim-fitting trousers stretched taut during the vigorous movement, outlining the shapely and rounded lines of his buttocks in an extremely sexy way.

The physical tension, unique to those in positions of power, revealed in ultimate elegance and focus, exuded an allure that made one's throat tighten under the direct light of the operating lights.

Shen Chonglu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a thin layer of sweat uncontrollably appeared on his palms.

The two fought back and forth.

As time went by, Song Yunqi's nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed completely. He hit several difficult bank shots in a row, and a faint smile with ambition and pride finally appeared on his delicate face.

The two players played for nearly four hours in this match.

As night deepened, Meng Zhaoyuan's phone began vibrating incessantly. He glanced at the caller ID on the screen, and his face immediately fell.

It was my dad calling. The old man's been acting strangely lately, constantly urging me to come home. It's driving me crazy.

He knew what the other person was going to say without even answering, so he turned off the screen with a sigh and looked at Song Yunqi with lingering reluctance: "Yunqi, something came up at home, I have to go back now."

"I had a lot of fun tonight, let's meet up again next time."

Song Yunqi put down her golf club, took a wet wipe to clean her hands, and nodded slightly.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

No sooner had Meng Zhaoyuan left than the tense atmosphere in the private room began to subtly change.

Shen Chonglu didn't waste even half a second.

He turned around, his cold eyes sweeping over the two assistant coaches who were still tidying up the ping-pong table, and said, "Alright, we don't need you here anymore, get out."

Shen Chonglu's voice was deep and cold, carrying an unquestionable commanding tone, completely different from the large dog-like demeanor he usually displayed in front of Song Yunxi.

The two teaching assistants looked at each other, quickly bowed, lowered their heads, and hurriedly left the private room, closing the heavy soundproof door tightly behind them.

With a soft "click," the spacious private room was now completely empty except for the two of them.

Song Yunqi took off his billiards gloves. Since Meng Zhaoyuan had left, he should go back and rest. But his wrist was suddenly gripped tightly in mid-air by a large, scorching hand.

The force was immense, carrying a savage energy that had been pent up all night.

Before Song Yunxi could even react, Shen Chonglu wrapped his long arm around her waist roughly and dragged her half-carried, half-carried her directly into the private bathroom inside the room.

"Shen Chonglu, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yunqi frowned, her leather shoes dragging a screeching sound on the smooth marble floor.

"Bang--!"

Shen Chonglu kicked the iron door of the restroom shut and locked it with his backhand.

Only a dim wall lamp was on in the room, and the dim light instantly enveloped the two figures.

Shen Chonglu pushed Song Yunqi to the edge of the marble sink.

A tall, sturdy body pressed down on him, placing his hands on either side of Song Yunqi, trapping her firmly between his chest and the mirror.

He lowered his head slightly, his deep eyes shining frighteningly in the dim light, his rapid breaths spraying unreservedly onto Song Yunqi's delicate face.

"I was just thinking of doing that."

Shen Chonglu spoke through gritted teeth, his magnetic voice filled with undisguised desire and aggression.

The edge of the marble sink was icy cold, and the fabric of her trench coat and trousers made Song Yunqi's back tense slightly.

He raised his hand, pressing his palm against Shen Chonglu's firm chest, his brows furrowed deeply, his voice sounding particularly suppressed in the cramped bathroom:

"Shen Chonglu, let's not talk here, let's go back and talk about it."

He is a person who cares a lot about his image.

Although this is a VIP room in a high-end club, the shadowless lights on the pool table outside will be turned off in ten minutes, and cleaning staff may come in to clean at any time.

If someone catches him in the act, where will he put his face?

"No, I can't wait." Shen Chonglu snorted unhappily, hanging there as if he had lost his bones.

He stretched out his arms and wrapped them tightly around Song Yunqi's waist, burying his head in the man's neck and rubbing against him desperately.

The messy, frizzy hair tickled Song Yunqi's neck, and mixed with the youthful, impetuous heat unique to men, it almost dried up the air in the cramped space.

"President Song, please have pity on me."

While Shen Chonglu clung to him, throwing a tantrum, he mumbled indistinctly, his lips lightly pecking down Song Yunqi's earlobe:

"I was so jealous when you were playing ball with Meng Shao just now. You can't be so biased."

Song Yunqi is the type of person who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

If Shen Chonglu were to confront him directly, he could immediately send the kid packing and out of the house. But now that this guy was nestled in his arms, feigning grievance and whining, his already dwindling bottom line was completely eroded.

"I can't stand you."

Song Yunxi sighed resignedly, her hand that had been pressing against the man's chest finally loosened its grip, and instead gripped his lean waist.

Under the dim light of the wall lamp, everything happened naturally.

Although Song Yunqi's defenses were relaxed, his vigilance was not diminished at all.

The giant shadowless lamp above the pool table had been turned off at some point, plunging the outer private room into a deathly silence and darkness.

He kept his teeth clenched, suppressing all the slightest sounds deep in his throat, and even his breathing was deliberately very light, for fear of letting out even a whisper.

In this narrow space, Shen Chonglu obviously couldn't fully unleash his abilities.

The young man, who had not been fully satisfied, had an even more intense look in his eyes after a brief period of release; neither of them were the type to pursue Platonic love.

In their early twenties, coupled with an extremely high degree of physical compatibility that they had developed a deep craving for each other, a tiny spark could ignite a complete explosion.

Shen Chonglu drove fast and steadily, shortening a journey that usually takes half an hour by nearly ten minutes.

As soon as the car came to a stop in the parking space, Shen Chonglu couldn't wait to unbuckle his seatbelt and lean over to press the passenger in the front seat against the back of the seat.

The journey took us from the garage to the elevator, and finally to our front door.

He didn't even bother to tidy up Song Yunqi's clothes properly; he grabbed his coat and hurriedly pulled her outside.