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

Song Yunxi stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

Hot water was poured over my head and I used several pumps of shower gel to carefully wash every inch of my skin.

The areas that had been kneaded would swell and ache when exposed to hot water. The fingerprints and hickeys stood out starkly against the fair skin. He rubbed them several times until the skin turned a light pinkish-red before stopping.

I washed my hair again, but I still felt that there was a scent in my hair that didn't belong to me.

He breathed a sigh of relief only when he could no longer feel any stickiness on his body, turned off the shower, and grabbed a dry towel to dry himself.

The ventilation fan hummed, and a thin layer of fog covered the mirror. Song Yunqi reached out and wiped it, seeing herself in the mirror.

Her eyes were red at the corners, her lips were slightly swollen, and from her neck to her chest, dense red marks covered her fair skin like flower petals.

These stains cannot be washed off; you can only wait for them to fade away on their own.

He looked away, pushed open the bathroom door, and went out.

The room was still in a state of chaos, with crumpled fabric piled at the foot of the bed and condoms scattered all over the floor, standing out starkly against the light-colored velvet carpet.

Song Yunxi, wrapped in a bathrobe, stood at the foot of the bed, pondered for a long time, and finally squatted down and opened the bedside table drawer to rummage through it.

The hotel provided disposable slippers, a sewing kit, and shoe cleaning cloths. At the bottom of the box, he found a pair of thin disposable gloves, the kind that were transparent plastic, which didn't fit his hands very well.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the nausea rising from his stomach, and bent down to pick up the condom from the ground.

Shen Chonglu was very fierce; several times he felt like he was going to die.

The pain spread from the depths of his body, and even the cries he uttered began to change tone. He never knew he could be so wretched.

Although I took precautions, I was still a little worried. After all, it was my own body, and he was different from other men; he had a uterus and could get pregnant.

In matters like this, you can never be too careful.

Song Yunxi took these dirty things into the bathroom, filled the bathroom with water, and checked them one by one.

First.

the second.

The third.

the fourth.

Not a drop of water leaked; it was completely intact.

When it came to the fifth one, Song Yunxi stopped moving.

There were streaks of blood on it, not many, just thin, like red threads clinging to the surface. Upon inspection, it was intact, and the blood streaks quickly dissipated under the rinsing water, flowing into the sewer.

Five dirty things were piled up in the trash can. I didn't notice them when I was using them, but now they look disgusting.

Song Yunqi hastily took off her disposable gloves, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them into the trash can. Then she carefully washed her hands twice, using several times more hand sanitizer than usual.

After the check-up, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

He went back to his bedroom, picked up the landline, and dialed the front desk.

Are there any rooms available tonight?

His voice was still a little hoarse, but his tone was calm: "Get me a room. I need to switch rooms now. Have someone bring the room key up."

The front desk quickly confirmed the information and said the waiter would be there soon.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yunxi glanced at WeChat, where several unread messages were piled up on the screen.

All of them were sent by Meng Zhaoyuan, with short intervals between them, clearly indicating that he had calculated that things here should be almost over.

Article 1: [How are you? How are you doing? Is the person alright?]

Second question: [How was your experience? Please give a rating.]

Thirdly: [If this doesn't work, I'll find you two more; you can compare them.]

It was followed by a cheeky emoji.

Song Yunxi read the message from top to bottom, hovered her thumb above the input method for a moment, but ultimately did not reply and silently exited the chat box.

Meng Zhaoyuan is such a talkative person. If you reply to him with one sentence, he can come up with ten sentences in return. You can chat until dawn.

He doesn't have the energy to deal with an endless chatter right now; even just thinking about it makes his temples throb.

Just turn off your phone screen and out of sight, out of mind.

There's a meeting tomorrow morning at nine o'clock.

It was the company's planning review meeting for the second half of the year, a schedule that had been set a few weeks ago. As the president, he certainly couldn't ask for leave or be late.

It takes 20 minutes to drive from the hotel to the company, but the traffic during weekday morning rush hour is unpredictable. I would conservatively estimate that you need at least 40 minutes on the road.

It's 3 a.m. now, and I don't have much time to rest.

......

First floor, hotel lobby.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Shen Chonglu walked towards the door, carrying his coat.

The marble floor reflected the light from the crystal chandelier, and the cool white light illuminated the entire space. Even though it was the middle of the night, the hotel manager was unusually standing at the front desk, dressed in a sharp suit and with his tie perfectly tied.

Upon seeing Shen Chonglu emerge from the elevator, he immediately put on a perfectly timed smile and quickly went to greet him.

"Young Master Shen, you've come down?"

Shen Chonglu took these steps slowly, with long legs and big strides, but at a steady pace.

He had just finished showering in his private suite, his hair was not completely dry, and a few strands of hair fell down his forehead, making his handsome face with its distinct features look more casual and relaxed.

Without exchanging pleasantries with the manager or even stopping, the man simply hummed in response, his voice low and languid, carrying a sensual aftertaste.

"How's that male escort who was originally assigned to suite 108 doing?"

"The person has already been sent away."

The manager, standing beside him, respectfully replied, "We gave him sufficient benefits, and he promised not to appear in any entertainment venues in Beijing, nor to tell anyone about tonight's events."

"Mr. Song couldn't possibly know that you were impersonating that male escort."

Shen Chonglu tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the manager's face. Only after confirming that the other party was not lying did he nod and continue walking towards the door.

He walked a few steps, then stopped again.

"Oh, right."

The manager immediately stepped forward.

Shen Chonglu whispered, "If that Mr. Song brings any shady characters to a hotel room in the future, remember to contact me immediately."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Even bringing respectable people is not allowed."

Bai'an International is a property under the Shen family, and it is one of the top hotels in Beijing. Most of its guests are from high society. If someone of Song Yunqi's status wants to stay in a hotel, he would most likely choose this place.

There was no need to spell it out; the manager nodded repeatedly, as if he had received a perfectly normal work instruction.

Shen Chonglu then stepped towards the revolving door. The night breeze outside blew in, carrying the chill of early spring. He put his hands in his pockets and walked down the steps.

He didn't actually think Song Yunqi would bring someone else to a hotel room.

Given her proud and arrogant personality, once she decides to keep me as her sugar daddy, she will absolutely not sleep with any other men.

And tonight is enough for him to confirm one thing.

Although Song Yunqi appeared to be very skilled, her teasing, techniques, and cooperation were all natural, her body language betrayed her; the awkward stiffness and tension were not feigned.

There was bleeding...

For a mature 26-year-old man to have waited until now to have sex, his private life is remarkably clean.

Thinking of this, Shen Chonglu lowered his head and chuckled, then lit a cigarette for himself.

He wasn't a big smoker, but this one was one he'd borrowed from Song Yunxi. It was a bit sweet and tasted quite good. The red glow of the cigarette butt flickered in the night, illuminating the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.