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

Song Yunxi didn't even spare Shen Chonglu a second glance.

He couldn't afford to gamble. The crazy father and son from the Lu family were eyeing him covetously, and he absolutely couldn't afford any uncontrollable accidents to happen to his body at this time.

With a slight effort from her slender fingertips, she deftly pried open the foil, and the small white pill fell into her palm.

Without even frowning, he threw the pill into his mouth and drank it down with warm water.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the pill. The glass slammed heavily on the coffee table with a crisp "clang."

After taking her medicine, Song Yunqi leaned back on the sofa, the hem of her pajamas swaying slightly with her movements, concealing some dark marks on her inner thighs.

He looked down at the young man squatting in front of him, raised a finger, and pointed to the empty space at his feet.

"Kneel down."

His voice was weak, but the unwavering conviction in his tone was stronger than ever.

Shen Chonglu was stunned for two seconds.

For a moment, I couldn't understand why the other party suddenly started attacking again after I had just calmed them down.

But he was used to being subservient to Song Yunxi, and he had indeed bullied her badly last night. It was almost instinct that made him more prone to acting on instinct than thinking. His knees buckled, and he actually knelt down with a "thud".

This surprised Song Yunqi.

His fingers, clasped together on his knees, tightened. A brief look of surprise flashed in his narrow phoenix eyes. He had only been putting on an act and hadn't really expected the other person to kneel. Who knew the other person would be so cooperative?

The living room at Yujing Bay was very large. Shen Chonglu, who was 1.9 meters tall, knelt obediently in front of the sofa, his hands neatly placed on his thighs, his head tilted back, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced.

Of course, the prisoner was also completely bewildered, not knowing what he had done wrong.

He knelt down simply because his beloved made him kneel.

Song Yunqi steadied herself, suppressed the strange emotions in her heart, and coldly fixed her gaze on the man's face.

"Who exactly are you? Tell the truth."

He tried his best to make his voice sound steady, but because he had lost his voice, his tone had an indescribable dullness and pressure.

"Don't try to fool me with those blatant lies, like 'ordinary club PR' or 'fallen rich kid'... I don't believe any of them."

Shen Chonglu's expression changed slightly. He opened his mouth, about to speak, but Song Yunqi coldly interrupted him with a raised hand.

You'd better think carefully before you answer.

"Lu Jinci's attitude towards you has made me suspicious from the very beginning."

"He's been arrogant in Beijing for so many years, but he's only timid and hesitant when facing you. He's suffered several setbacks in silence, and he can only grit his teeth and swallow them down."

"You've already stepped on Lu Jinci's sore spot eight hundred times over, and you even slept with his fiancée. He has always regarded you as a thorn in his side, wishing he could skin you alive, but so much time has passed and you are still unharmed."

At this point, Song Yunxi gave a cold laugh, a self-deprecating smile appearing on her aloof face.

"Even Meng Zhaoyuan, the eldest son of the prestigious Mengchen Technology Company, has stumbled, but what about you? As Lu Jinci's biggest obstacle, you haven't even lost a single hair."

"Shen Chonglu, do you think I'm a fool?"

Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, and with Song Yunqi pressing for details, Shen Chonglu knew that continuing to fabricate stories would only push the man in front of him further away.

He took a deep breath, his shoulders, which had been kneeling properly, relaxed slightly. He looked up at Song Yunqi and said in a low voice, "My surname is Shen."

Song Yunqi raised an eyebrow, wondering what he meant by suddenly saying that. She ran her fingertips along the warm glass, her expression unchanged.

"and then?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a brief silence fell over the master bedroom.

Something suddenly flashed through his mind, his breath hitched, and he asked incredulously:

"Which Shen?"

Shen Chonglu helplessly shrugged and confessed, "Shen as in Shen Chuanbin."

This startled Song Yunxi.

For the first time, a look of near-horrified disbelief appeared on his face, which had always remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

He stared blankly at Shen Chonglu's excessively handsome face, and certain overlooked details suddenly became reasonable.

"You're from the richest family..."

Song Yunqi took a deep breath, her words becoming fragmented yet carrying immense impact: "A rebellious only son in his early twenties, a good-for-nothing, who ran away from home as soon as he returned to the country?"

Shen Chonglu was puzzled by the strange prefixes he was being used by the other person, and his face darkened with disbelief.

He raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, then reluctantly nodded, "Yes. But I'm twenty-two now, my rebellious phase is over... and I'm not that irresponsible anymore."

Now Song Yunxi was even more puzzled.

He leaned forward slightly, his phoenix eyes filled with scrutiny and suspicion: "Then what exactly is your purpose in approaching me under an assumed name? Although the Song family is considered a prominent family in Beijing, it is far smaller than the Shen family."

"I don't think I have anything you could possibly want from me, do I?"

Shen Chonglu hated it most when his sweetheart suspected him like this, and his previously playful gaze immediately fell.

"We've met before," he muttered.

Then, despite Song Yunqi's resistance, he stubbornly moved his knee forward and grasped her right hand that was resting on her knee.

Her calloused fingers traced a line up her forearm and up her arm, finally resting on her fair elbow.

The skin there was smooth and delicate, glowing with a luminous white sheen under the dim light. Because it was so well-maintained, there were no old marks or scars.

But Shen Chonglu held it as if it were a rare treasure, and with utmost care, he lowered his head and gently kissed the elbow where there was no mark.

The cool lips pressed against the warm skin, causing Song Yunqi's body to tremble slightly.

Sixteen years ago, I came to the Lu family's old house with my father.

Shen Chonglu kept his head down, his voice muffled, yet each word was clear:

"I was only six years old at the time. I climbed up a tree on the back hill to pick fruit because I was playing. As a result, I was afraid of heights and got stuck up there. I was so scared that I screamed like a ghost."

"You happened to be passing by and came to my rescue, but I was a bit overweight at the time, and it took a lot of effort. In the end, you lost your footing and fell, hitting your elbow on a rock and getting it all bloody."

Shen Chonglu raised his head, his eyes slightly red, filled only with fervent fervor and devotion:

"Although the wound is gone now, it hasn't even left a scar."

"But I've remembered it to this day."

"Why do you always think I'm after something from you, Yunqi? I've told you before, at the company, at home, and in bed, that I like you."

I like you very much.

Song Yunxi was completely stunned and stood there in shock.

The fingers resting on Shen Chonglu's shoulder were a little stiff, and long-forgotten memories were churning wildly in his mind.

Sixteen years ago, it was too long ago, so the impression wasn't very deep, and I had long forgotten what that chubby little boy crying his eyes out in the tree looked like.

He never expected that someone had been secretly keeping an eye on him for so long.

He never expected that the precious only son of China's richest family would stoop so low as to impersonate a male escort in a nightclub just to get close to him.

Even after being kept by a sugar daddy, she willingly went to work at her own company as an ordinary assistant earning a few thousand yuan a month, serving tea and water every day, and having to watch the boss's mood.

This absurd yet intensely intense truth struck Song Yunqi so hard that he was speechless for a moment.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Shen Chonglu boldly reached out and hugged the young man's slender waist, pressing his face against Song Yunqi's thigh, which was exuding the scent of bath gel.

Close your eyes.

Top-tier lung capacity.

Song Yunxi was busy processing the overwhelming amount of information and didn't notice these physical contacts at all.

After a moment, Shen Chonglu suddenly realized an important piece of information that had been overlooked, and abruptly raised his head to ask:

"Yunqi, you said last night that Lu Jinci drugged you, what exactly happened?"