Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

The red marks snaked downwards along Xu An'an's fair neck.

Yan Heng froze as he looked at the fine marks.

Xu An'an noticed that something was wrong with him and lowered her head in the direction of his gaze.

She left the hospital in such a hurry that she didn't even notice what she looked like.

She raised her hand and touched the spot where Yan Heng was staring, only to suddenly realize—that was the spot where Lu Yiming had bitten her earlier.

That kind of force will inevitably leave marks.

Therefore, Yan Heng would not have thought...

"No!"

Xu An'an suddenly spoke up, "I didn't have anything with him!"

Yan Heng's eyes flickered.

Xu An'an felt flustered under the gaze of those dark eyes and didn't know how to explain herself.

"I pushed him away... Nothing happened between us! These marks are because... because..."

She felt her language system was on the verge of collapse, and she couldn't organize a single suitable sentence for a long time.

Seeing Yan Heng's eyes gradually darken, she panicked and blurted out:

"It's because I won't let him kiss me on the lips!"

Yan Heng paused for a moment.

"...What did you say?"

He looked into her eyes and asked incredulously.

Xu An'an thought he hadn't understood, so she tried even harder to explain:

"I didn't know he was faking illness, so I wasn't prepared when he lunged at me. But I pushed him away quickly! I wouldn't let him kiss me on the lips, so he... Anyway, nothing happened between us. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"...You mean,"

Yan Heng stared at her intently, his throat dry and tight. "You won't let Lu Yiming kiss you, but you can let me kiss you."

Xu An'an choked up, not expecting Yan Heng to have such a unique perspective.

"I--"

But she didn't need to say anything more.

Because the next second, Yan Heng's burning lips and tongue pressed against her slightly parted lips once again.

This kiss was fiercer than any before.

As if trying to prove something, it kept encroaching on every inch of Xu An'an's oral cavity.

Yan Heng pressed closer and closer, trapping her between himself and the deck railing.

The lingering scent of alcohol on her lips made Xu An'an feel intoxicated. The sound of the waves vibrated in her ears, and with the rocking of the ship, she felt a sense of loss, as if she were in the midst of an apocalypse.

She instinctively raised her hands to hook around Yan Heng's neck, seeking a sense of security before landing. This action, however, resulted in Yan Heng gripping her waist even tighter, deepening the passionate and lingering kiss.

The uncontrollable kiss lasted for a long time.

Yan Heng felt the alcohol in his body about to overwhelm his reason. He used the last bit of strength to barely turn his head and bite Xu An'an's left shoulder hard.

"Ouch—" Xu An'an winced in pain, frowning and tilting her head back. "It hurts so much!"

Yan Heng didn't speak, but simply reduced the pressure.

After a long while, he finally loosened his teeth and buried his face in Xu An'an's neck, saying in a muffled voice, "Can you promise me that you won't be alone with him anymore?"

Xu An'an then realized that Yan Heng took that bite because he was still arguing about this matter.

A sudden surge of injustice welled up inside her. She shoved him away abruptly, tapping his collarbone with her finger: "You should worry about yourself first!"

"What's wrong with me?" Yan Heng clearly didn't understand what she was talking about.

Xu An'an raised her hand to tidy her wind-blown hair and said sourly, "Someone said he liked me for seven years, but he still... hooked up with someone else, didn't he?"

"Get together?" Yan Heng stared, "Me?"

"Don't get agitated, I didn't say anything to you."

Xu An'an feigned indifference and snorted, "I understand, you're single. Besides, at your age, it's your freedom to do whatever you want—"

"stop."

Yan Heng reached out and interrupted her rambling.

"Xu An'an, I have never messed around with anyone."

Xu An'an pouted, thinking that he really wouldn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.

She looked up at him: "Then tell me, what did you do in your room at the club on the night of the crew's welcome party?"

That night of the welcome party?

Yan Heng was taken aback.

He had no idea she would suddenly bring up what happened that night—the staff had given him the wrong room key, and he had mistakenly entered Xu An'an's room.

Seeing that Yan Heng remained silent, Xu An'an pouted: "Remember now? Yan Heng, if you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. I saw it the next day—such a big teeth mark on your collarbone, and you still want to deny it?"

Her tone was one of feigned indifference, yet it carried a hint of barely concealed jealousy.

Yan Heng then realized that Xu An'an had misunderstood something.

"That's where you bit me," Yan Heng said.

Xu An'an, who was about to say something more, suddenly paused when she heard these words.

She blinked. "What...what did you just say?"

"I said, that bite mark was from you." Yan Heng looked at her and patiently explained.

"You drank too much that day, and I was worried something might happen to you, so I booked a room next to yours. But the receptionist made a mistake and gave me the wrong room. I only realized it was your room after I went in."

Xu An'an stared wide-eyed, and it took her a long time to process this fact.

"And then... what happened?" she asked hesitantly.

"Later—" Yan Heng paused, deciding to omit some unnecessary details.

"Later, you did start acting up. You said you were thirsty, but you wouldn't drink the water I poured. You even mistook me for Lu Yiming and started scratching and clawing at me. I finally managed to control you, but then, without warning, you bit me."

Yan Heng kept observing Xu An'an's expression while he was saying these words.

She went from doubt to blankness, then to shame—by the time she finished speaking, she could barely lift her head.

Xu An'an's mind went completely blank at that moment.

She was too drunk that night, and only fragmented images remained in her mind, which she always thought were just dreams. But it turns out, the truth was actually like this?

And that tooth mark that had bothered her for so long was actually left by herself?

"..." Xu An'an murmured, "I have absolutely no recollection of what happened that day..."

Yan Heng seemed to have expected her to say that, and gave a light snort, "It's okay, you're always like this anyway—whenever you're drunk, you deny everything you've done. I'm used to it."

The veiled barbs in his tone were so obvious that it seemed as if Xu An'an was deliberately denying it.

"I didn't!" she couldn't help but retort. "I really don't remember that incident!"

"You don't remember that one time?" Yan Heng looked at her, a hint of slyness in his eyes. "Then which one do you remember?"

Xu An'an was taken aback.

Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly led him into a trap.

She blushed as she recalled what she had done the night before she left, and hurriedly avoided his gaze.

But Yan Heng had no intention of letting her off so easily.

He leaned down, staring into her eyes, and continued to press, "Tell me, which time do you remember?"

Xu An'an frowned.

She is a very strong person at heart and doesn't like being constantly overshadowed by others in terms of presence.

The more Yan Heng suppressed her, the more she wanted to regain the initiative.

Perhaps the foreign night was too alluring, or perhaps the kiss just now was too intoxicating, she inexplicably felt a surge of powerful courage.

Suddenly, Xu An'an raised her head and looked calmly into those dark, slightly mischievous eyes.

"Yes," she raised an eyebrow and smiled, her soft voice particularly captivating in the open sea breeze.

She tiptoed and whispered in Yan Heng's ear,

"I remember everything that happened that night."