When Lin Mian woke up, her body felt like it had been shattered.

It took her a long while to muster the strength to climb out of bed. As the blanket slipped off her, she caught sight of the bruises and love bites scattered across her skin.

The bathroom door creaked open. tall man emerged.

towel was wrapped low around his waist, revealing a lean, muscular upper body—chiseled abs, the faint outline of a V-line…

His dark, short hair was still damp, droplets of water sliding down his nape.

Lin Mian stared, momentarily frozen, too stunned to even blink.

"What are you looking at? Want another round?"

The man spoke, picking up a cigarette from the bedside table, lighting it with a slow drag before casting her a sidelong glance.

His features were sharp and defined—even bare-chested, his air of restraint didn’t waver in the slightest.

Lin Mian hastily averted her gaze, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

Last night, his lack of restraint had left her bones aching as if they’d been crushed.

The first time had been on the sofa. The second, in the bathtub.

The tub had been hard and unforgiving, offering no comfort whatsoever—just pain.

Awkwardly, Lin Mian slid off the bed, scooping up her clothes from the floor. She’d taken them off herself last night, and they were a mess—one button mis