His voice was laced with danger, the gentle caress of his hand sending shivers down Qiao Yanrou’s spine.

“Even just holding you, for a minute or two, you ran away.”

Qiao Yanrou felt utterly unfamiliar with the Shen Luohan before her, so different from the Shen Luohan she knew.

“I gave you a chance,” she had to take a deep breath to speak smoothly.

At this moment, Shen Luohan’s fingertips lightly rubbed her earlobe, her fair ears instantly turning crimson.

“You disappointed me,” he remained unhurried.

Qiao Yanrou’s ears and neck were very sensitive areas. Being touched like this, her body had already gone limp.

“Open the door,” she said.

Shen Luohan took a step forward with his long legs, placing his right leg between her legs, his body closing in on her, almost trapping her between him and the door.

His lips lightly brushed against her ear, his strong male hormones constantly stimulating her.

“I don’t agree with your breakup.”

Qiao Yanrou endured her increasingly soft body; being too sensitive wasn’t good.

“You… let me go first,” she was a little panicked.

“Yanrou, when will you realize this is the apocalypse?” The low, magnetic voice was close at hand.

“I won’t let you leave.” He was her man, too familiar with Qiao Yanrou’s sensitive spots, opening his lips to tease her earlobe.

Qiao Yanrou let out a soft moan, pulled into his arms, realizing she had misjudged Shen Luohan. She thought he would break up with her out of guilt, but unexpectedly… he wouldn’t let her go.

She tried to speak, but her neck was restrained by his hand, her face tilted up, her slightly parted lips convenient for him to open his mouth and invade her lips, plundering her tongue. The kiss was too frantic; he seemed to really want to swallow her whole.

Qiao Yanrou was kissed into a daze, her pretty face flushed, forced to entwine with his tongue.

Her soft cries were firmly blocked by him, fragmented in the frantic kiss.

Inside the suite, Qiao Yanrou faced the door, pressed between Shen Luohan and the door, held in his arms from behind.

“…All this time, I was restraining myself, afraid of scaring you.”

His thin lips pressed against Qiao Yanrou’s already dazed ear: “Today, I’m no longer restraining myself.”

A wet, hot kiss landed again on her neck.

During this time, someone knocked on his door, saying they had something to discuss. He held Qiao Yanrou on the sofa and said hoarsely to the outside, “Get lost.”

Outside the door, the incredibly sharp thunder blade hung over Qiu Te and Zhang Keqing’s necks, just a millimeter away from separating their heads from their bodies.

Qiu Te and Zhang Keqing were so scared they dared not even breathe heavily, not daring to say a word. He took Zhang Keqing, whose face was extremely ugly, and left the second floor.

For almost two days and nights, Shen Luohan couldn’t bear to let go of her.

Early one morning, he placed the sleeping Qiao Yanrou on the bed and leaned down to kiss her slightly swollen lips.

Shen Luohan walked out of the suite; a figure was leaning against the door outside, Ji Yuanchen.

The faint dark circles under Ji Yuanchen’s eyes revealed that he hadn’t slept much these past two days. His extremely handsome face, even with stubble, didn’t affect his handsomeness at all.

“Luohan, let her go,” he persuaded Shen Luohan.

The few lights in the corridor dimmed at this moment, hiding both figures in the darkness.

“Let her go? She’s mine.”

The lights flickered on and off, leaving only Ji Yuanchen’s figure leaning against the door.

Qiao Yanrou slept soundly, feeling a tickle on her face, her lips seemingly touched by a soft sensation for a while, the other party reluctantly leaving.

She also heard a hoarse and somewhat familiar voice in her ear, saying, “…So pitiful.”

So real that she couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality, very much like… Ji Yuanchen’s voice.

She fell asleep again. When she woke up, the evening sun was already shining through the curtains into the room.

Qiao Yanrou came to her senses, remembering that her request to break up had unexpectedly exposed Shen Luohan’s true nature.

When she sat up from the bed, Qiao Yanrou couldn’t help but groan. She was beginning to suspect that Shen Luohan was a ghost. He was like that usually, and that was still him *restraining* himself…

Indeed, if he hadn’t restrained himself, she would have been completely worn out.

Enduring the soreness in her waist and legs, she got out of bed and walked into the living room, seeing the orange luggage bag still beside the sofa, slowly letting out a sigh of relief.

Shen Luohan didn’t agree to the breakup, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t break up. She didn’t want to be involved in the entanglement between the female and male leads; she had to leave Shen Luohan.

That’s what Qiao Yanrou thought. Now moving to the area where low-level ability users lived, Shen Luohan couldn’t possibly drag her back from there, right?

It turned out that she was still too naive, because the next second, Qiao Yanrou opened the curtains, wanting to see the situation outside the base.

As the curtains were opened, purplish-black lightning flickered faintly on the window. The moment Qiao Yanrou saw it, her expression was stunned.

She reached out to touch it. The lightning wrapped around her fingers, not painful, but like a net, enveloping her, preventing her from even extending her hand.

Qiao Yanrou disbelievingly clung to the window, no matter how she reached out, she couldn’t get past the lightning.

She ran to other windows to investigate, finding the same thing.

After going around the entire suite, she came to the door, stubbornly taking out her key and turning it, but the door remained motionless.

Qiao Yanrou sat on the sofa, rubbing her sore legs, never imagining that the man she had provoked was so terrifying…

She was confined to the suite by Shen Luohan.

She had imagined the days after the breakup, the two of them having nothing to do with each other, becoming the kind of people who wouldn’t even greet each other if they met.

She had thought too much. From their first meeting, Shen Luohan had never intended to let her go…

Perhaps even her initial rejection was part of his plan, step by step imprisoning her, making her willingly stay with him.