Chapter 1

Top floor of a luxury hotel in Beijing.

Shen Zhaozhao frowned slightly, her spine arching into a graceful curve, fragile shoulder blades slightly protruding—an alluring blend of innocence and sensuality.

In that instant, her snowy, tender body instinctively tensed.

Her pale, jade-like fingers clutched at the man’s shoulders, knuckles turning faintly white from the force.

“Be good. Relax.” The man murmured lowly.

Her exposed neck was covered in vivid bite marks, some even broken and bleeding.

Rong Heyao gently turned her face back to him.

Their eyes met.

Shen Zhaozhao’s dewy, autumn-colored eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Her rosy lips parted slightly as she softly pleaded, voice sweet and trembling, “Can we take a break, please?”

Unable to help it, her sharp nails left long red marks on the man’s back.

Rong Heyao’s pitch-black eyes locked onto her glistening red lips—dark and dangerous.

There was no sign of stopping.

Instead, his pace only quickened.

His voice was calm as water, but his eyes were as cold as a deep lake, fixed on her beautiful face.

His slender fingers moved like he was toying with a beloved possession.

From head to toe. Inside and out.

Suddenly, his expression tightened as he leaned into her pink ear and whispered, “Sweetheart, how many times have I told you? You have to relax. Why do you always forget?”

Beneath him, the girl’s pupils suddenly dilated, a misty film clouding her eyes. The corners of her pale eyes were tinged with red, tears of pain welling up.

Her swan-like neck arched uncontrollably backward, like a dying swan—graceful and tragically beautiful.

Rong Heyao’s eyes darkened, his face illuminated by the dim golden light.

His features, backlit, were both shadowed and glowing—almost unreal.

The world spun as he flipped Shen Zhaozhao beneath him again.

His voice was hoarse with restraint.

His breath spilled across her snowy skin, heating the air and heightening the tension.

It made her shiver uncontrollably.

Zhaozhao’s eyes became unfocused, staring blankly at the man above her.

Her fair skin was covered in red marks, her cherry-colored lips bitten and swollen.

Yet her delicate features still held an air of innocence.

A fallen angel—tainted and tempting.

It only made Rong Heyao’s gaze grow darker and more dangerous.

His breathing stuttered, then quickly steadied.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips.

He continued, savoring the spoils of his “victory.”

The night was long.

And the soft, intimate murmurs from the top-floor room didn’t stop until the deep hours of the night.

When Shen Zhaozhao woke up, the room was still dark.

Her long lashes fluttered slightly, delicate brows trembling as she stirred.

A faint, muffled moan slipped from her lips.

Her entire body screamed in pain, the soreness stabbing at her brain like signals from every nerve.

Her legs felt like rusted hinges—impossible to move.

Her eyes, moist and glassy, blinked slowly.

Her snow-white arm draped across her forehead as she tried to recall what happened.

She had just gone out for dinner with friends.

She’d had a headache from drinking.

So she randomly checked into a nearby hotel.

Looking around the room through hazy eyes—yes, it was definitely a hotel.

But… why was her entire body in so much pain?

What kind of alcohol had Mu Guanqiao given her?

So strong?

The next moment, just as she tried to sit up, Shen Zhaozhao’s eyes went wide in shock.

She stared dumbfounded at the arm wrapped around her waist.

“Holy sh*t!”

A not-so-elegant greeting slipped out.

She yanked the blanket over her waist in a panic and quickly covered her body.

Her beautiful eyes darted around in panic, landing on the man’s figure—sculpted like a Greek god.

Even in sleep, he looked… not exactly dormant.

Shen Zhaozhao’s face turned crimson as she quickly looked away.

She froze, mentally reassuring herself: It’s fine. It’s fine. No big deal.

Just a one-night stand with a stranger.

She took a shaky breath.

But her brain, as if rusted, kept flashing images of the wild night before.

Her hand trembled.

Who knows how long had passed.

Shen Zhaozhao bit her lip, barely daring to breathe.

She tiptoed across the room, trying to gather her clothes and flee.

A one-night stand.

Running away is normal, right?

As long as you don’t get caught.

“You’re not thinking of running out without taking responsibility, are you?”

A cold, dangerous voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

She didn’t even dare to turn around.

Rong Heyao’s breath hitched. His face darkened instantly.

He curled his lips and casually pulled on a robe, walking calmly behind her.

His long, jade-like fingers tapped lightly on her slender, exposed shoulder.

His cool breath brushed against her ear as he spoke,

“You’re leaving without a word? Sneaking off? What does that mean?”

Three pointed questions in a row.

Shen Zhaozhao was so scared her knees almost gave out.

She licked her dry lips, forced a smile, and croaked, “Uh… how about we settle on a price?”

She looked up—and was struck by the sheer beauty of his face.

The dim lighting made his features even more defined.

Those enchanting peach blossom eyes looked at her with a depth that could pull someone in with no escape.

His tall, muscular body… strong chest, veined arms… and most importantly, that flawless face.

Zhaozhao was completely stunned.

She finally understood that saying:

There are average people and attractive people… and then there’s this man—who’s beyond attractive.

If this were a different situation, she’d honestly want to whistle at him like a rogue.

Damn. He’s fine.

“Actually… what I meant earlier was… can I keep you?”

Rong Heyao’s gaze instantly turned cold.

His voice was deep and menacing.

He sneered, “Oh? You want to keep me? I wonder how many others you’ve said that to.”

“Of course, you’re the first!” Zhaozhao said proudly.

This isn’t poverty—it’s just… bad timing!

Rong Heyao’s frosty expression finally softened a bit.

But before Zhaozhao could feel relieved, he raised a brow and casually said something terrifying:

“But I’m a virgin. So now you have to take responsibility for me.”

Shen Zhaozhao: ???

“I’m a virgin too!” she yelled.
“And anyway, aren’t women the ones who usually get the short end of the stick in this kind of thing?!”

You’re a grown man!

She yelled, and her legs nearly gave out again.

She could barely stand.

The memories from last night were just too much.

That man never stopped.

She was like a salted fish on a chopping board, flipped and tossed without mercy.

The last thing she remembered before passing out was… he was still going.

The night seemed endless—no finish line in sight.

Now, her skin was covered in bruises—some red, some purple.

Not a single untouched spot remained.