Mu Yuting swiftly tossed her back onto the sofa, attempting to retreat—

But the woman’s hand, still hooked around his neck, tightened again. Their faces drew perilously close...

He could clearly see the fine down on her cheeks, smell the faint yet intoxicating scent of her skin.

"I want a kiss... just one..." Her voice was hazy, her lips brushing against his ear as she murmured.

"Damn woman, do you know who I am?"

The man struggled to suppress his surging hormones, barking at her in an attempt to snap her out of it.

But she seemed possessed by some unseen force, utterly indifferent to his words, indulging herself without restraint.

Pouting, she slowly pressed her lips to his, exploring the mysteries of his mouth with gentle persistence, delving deeper and deeper...

The man shuddered involuntarily, as if struck by electricity, torn between pushing her away and surrendering.

"Mmm..." The kiss grew fervent, Lin Xiaonuan herself unable to believe the sound that escaped her lips. But the drug left her helpless against her own urges...

"This is what you asked for..."

The last remnants of the man’s rationality were drowned beneath her ardor. They tangled together completely.

Soon, clothes littered the floor...

The woman’s lithe body straddled his, pressing down on his broad chest.

Though the room’s warm yellow light was dim, the man could still make out every detail of Lin Xiaonuan’s face—

So breathtakingly beautiful it was maddening...

He seized the initiative, flipping her beneath him with raw strength.

It was his first time experiencing such bliss, his breath coming faster and faster...

Kisses rained down upon her—from her soft lips to the shell of her ear, then down the slender column of her neck...

Her eyes remained closed, her delicate face flushed a deeper crimson, exuding an intoxicating allure that struck the deepest chord in his heart.

"It hurts..."

"Be good, endure it a little..."

As the man’s passion spiraled, she couldn’t help but moan, each sound dripping with sensual allure—so much so that even the cleaning lady outside would’ve blushed.

The man could only silence her with his mouth.

...

More than two hours later, the room finally fell silent.

The flames within Lin Xiaonuan’s body were thoroughly extinguished. Exhausted, she drifted into a contented sleep, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

Her long, thick lashes curved upward like a kitten’s, angelic in her slumber.

The man stared at this peerless beauty, his hormones flaring anew.

Having just tasted intimacy for the first time, how could he possibly let this willing woman slip away?

By the time midnight struck, Lin Xiaonuan was so worn out her bones ached. Only after sobbing and begging did he finally relent.

If this continued, she’d be in the ICU by morning.

Glancing at the pink love bites dotting her skin, he conceded he’d been a bit too rough.

Though reluctant to stop, he restrained himself, rising to take a cold shower and douse the fire raging within him.

Taking advantage of his absence, Lin Xiaonuan slept straight through till dawn.

...

The events of last night flashed through her mind like a movie reel.

Instantly, her face burned scarlet.

Ugh... How could she have been so shameless, so forward...

She despised herself, wishing she could vanish into a crack in the floor.

Had it all just been a dream?

But the man’s lingering pheromones and the intoxicating scent of his breath were all too real.

Snatching up the blanket, she checked—

Oh no. She was completely naked.

The scattered clothes, the aching in every limb—

This wasn’t a dream. It had really happened.

She clawed at her hair in despair, utterly disgusted with herself.

Peeking around the spacious room, she confirmed she was alone. The man must have left.

Good riddance—less awkwardness that way. Without another thought, she rushed to grab her clothes.

She intended to snatch them up and flee, but as she bent to retrieve them, a pair of long legs stepped into view.

Looking up, she froze.

It was him—the man from last night.

Her first time had been with him... Lin Xiaonuan’s fury flared, but then she remembered—she’d been the one to initiate it.

And she was an adult now; she couldn’t entirely blame him. Her anger dimmed by half.

But then another thought struck: Even if I was drunk and reckless, didn’t you have the sense to refuse?

Her temper reignited. Straightening, she puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

Before she could speak, however, she noticed his gaze drifting downward—to the snow-white expanse of her chest. certain part of him stirred anew.

This woman was all sharp angles and slender limbs, yet where it mattered, she was gloriously full. smirk tugged at his lips as he teased, "What, still not satisfied? Want to go again?"

Realizing she was bare, Lin Xiaonuan yanked the blanket up to her chin.

"You... you bastard, still looking? Stop it, or I’ll—I’ll punch you!"

Brandishing her fist, she shook it in his face.

With a flick of his wrist, he batted her hand aside, then lifted her chin with a single finger.

...

Last night’s dim lighting and closed eyes had left her with only a vague impression of his face.

Now, she saw him clearly for the first time. face carved by the gods, proud yet aloof, eyes so deep they seemed to see through everything—a single glance could trap a soul. His nose was high-bridged, his lips curled in a faint smirk. Every feature screamed injustice at the hands of fate.

Beneath his white robe, sun-kissed skin clung to a physique worthy of a runway model.

Lin Xiaonuan stared, memories of last night’s frenzy flooding back. Her face burned all the way to her ears.

Yet something about him felt familiar...

...

Just as he prepared to tease her further, his phone rang. Stepping back, he moved to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Yeah?" His voice was low.

Whatever the caller said, he listened in silence, an aura of command radiating from him.

Finally: "Be there in ten."

Ending the call, he headed to the changing room. Lin Xiaonuan scrambled into her clothes.

As she turned to leave, her eyes caught a single crimson stain on the pristine sheets.

She was only twenty-one, still a senior in college. Her first time—gone like this.

Loss. Regret.

All because that lecherous old man had walked into the wrong room.

Her shoulders slumped. A year with Lu Yuan, and their most intimate moment had been holding hands. He’d kissed her only once, and even then, she’d pulled away.

Lu Yuan had pressed for more, but she’d always found a gentle way to refuse. She’d been grateful for his patience.

She’d wanted to save herself for marriage.

And now? She’d thrown it all away to a stranger, and been the one to chase after him...

Shame washed over her.

How could she ever face Lu Yuan again?