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“Mmm~ Could you be a little gentler~”
Tears glistened on the woman’s fair face, and her soft, delicate voice was like a catalyst for desire, tempting the man to succumb.
“If you like it, how could I go easy?”
The man’s seductive voice lingered in her ear, enticing her to fall deeper.
When Feiyan woke up, she was momentarily stunned. How could she have such a… erotic dream?
And the dream felt so real—every gentle bite, every low gasp after each rise and fall, and now every cell in her body was screaming with soreness.
“Absurd, this is utterly absurd.”
Feiyan patted her flushed face. Just as she was about to get up, she turned her head and saw the unfamiliar, handsome face of a man.
She froze for a moment, then let out a piercing scream.
“Ah!”
She screamed, clutching the blanket to cover her naked body, her eyes filled with terror, confusion, and despair.
This wasn’t a dream. It had really happened.
The handsome man was awakened by the scream, his brows furrowing slightly.
He hadn’t slept so deeply in a long time, and last night was the first time in ages.
It was all thanks to the woman beside him. He remembered her body being soft, smooth, and fragrant, exuding the mature scent of flowers, which stirred the most primal desires in any male.
However, before he could fully savor the memories of the warmth and softness from the previous night, a pillow came hurling toward him.
Bang—
The man, quick-eyed and swift-handed, caught the pillow and tossed it aside, his expression darkening as he turned to look at the woman huddled in the corner of the bed. Her face was a mix of despair and wariness as she stared back at him.
She was strikingly beautiful, with delicate features adorning her petite face—a beauty that instantly captivated anyone who laid eyes on her. But what was most captivating was her pure, innocent aura, like that of a delicate white flower, making her utterly irresistible.
The white bedsheet slipped from one of her shoulders, and even in her trembling, disheveled state, she exuded an unconscious, youthful allure.
“Who are you? Why are you in my bed?” Feiyan demanded, her voice shaking, her beautiful eyes filled with anger and confusion.
Yesterday had been her twentieth birthday. Her mother had said that to make up for the missed celebration of her eighteenth coming-of-age, she had booked a grand birthday banquet at the Lanting Hotel on the first floor. Coincidentally, her boyfriend, He Zilin, was also supposed to come, and he had mentioned he had something important to tell her.
So, she dressed up and attended the party. She had never been so happy before, and with her family’s encouragement, she drank some alcohol.
Who would have thought that after just one glass, her head started to feel dizzy? It was Yun Qingyu who took her to rest.
Wasn’t she supposed to be sleeping in the hotel room? How did a man end up beside her?
And even worse, he had taken her virginity!
What on earth happened?
Seeing the trembling woman questioning him, the man couldn’t help but laugh coldly. “Your bed? How amusing. Is this some new trend nowadays?”
As he spoke, his eyes turned sharp. He grabbed the woman from the corner of the bed, pinning her in his arms, and gripped her neck. His voice was seductive yet icy, “Darling, tell me, who sent you here last night?”
His name was Li Yanci, the sole heir of a top financial conglomerate in the capital. If any scandal were to suddenly emerge, who knows what kind of uproar it would cause within the family.
He had never been emotionally attached to any woman, not even for physical desires. Yet, this woman was the first to make him experience the taste of true passion.
Last night’s seductive encounter didn’t feel like a coincidence to him—it reeked of a carefully planned honey trap.
“You scoundrel, you lunatic… cough…” Feiyan’s neck ached from his grip, and she reached out to push him, hit him, struggling with all her might.
But her strength was limited, and her efforts felt like mere tickles to him.
What’s more, her intoxicating body fragrance inexplicably reignited the desire within him.
“Tsk!” Li Yanci restrained Feiyan’s flailing hands, his voice low and hoarse. “If you keep squirming, I can’t guarantee that what happened last night won’t happen again.”
Feiyan saw the lingering, terrifying desire in his eyes, and the absurdity of last night flashed through her mind once more.
The locked room, the disheveled bed, her legs bent, her clothes torn to shreds.
He was like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, recklessly destroying everything in its path.
Li Yanci glared fiercely at Feiyan before releasing her and heading straight to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
Feiyan couldn’t sit still any longer. She needed to leave this place immediately.
But seeing the torn dress on the floor that was now unwearable, Feiyan took a deep breath, reminding herself not to panic.
She glanced around and spotted the man’s black shirt tossed aside. Biting her lip, she grabbed the shirt and hastily pulled it on.
In an instant, the distinct scent of the man enveloped her—a faint aroma of burnt pinewood, wild and tinged with a forbidden darkness.
Feiyan felt extremely uncomfortable, but she had no other choice. She couldn’t possibly run away naked.
Without further hesitation, Feiyan jumped off the bed, only to tumble straight to the floor.
Tears nearly spilled from her eyes, but Feiyan held them back, telling herself it was just like being bitten by a dog.
Stumbling to the door, she reached for the handle, only to find that it wouldn’t budge.
Panic set in, and she tugged harder.
At that moment, the sound of running water from the bathroom stopped abruptly. Li Yanci stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Water droplets trailed down his handsome face, past his collarbone, and finally settled on his well-defined abs.
He leaned lazily against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed, watching with amusement as Feiyan struggled with the door.
“You won’t be able to open it,” the man’s teasing voice came from behind. Feiyan jumped in fright, quickly turning around and pressing her back tightly against the door, her eyes wary as she stared at the man in front of her.
Tsk! Like a little kitten with its fur puffed up.
Li Yanci’s gaze lingered on her figure, now wrapped in his shirt. The hem of the shirt barely covered her hips, revealing her long, slender legs.
The memories of last night flashed through his mind once more.
Now that he thought about it, it had been the most exhilarating night of his life so far.
Feiyan looked at the man before her with disgust. From head to toe, he exuded the arrogance of someone in a position of power, as if she were nothing more than an ant he could toy with at his whim.
What kind of expression is this woman wearing?
Li Yanci’s eyes darkened as he strode toward Feiyan.
Watching him step closer, Feiyan’s body grew increasingly tense. “Stop, stop right there! Don’t come any closer!”
Ignoring her warning, Li Yanci pinned Feiyan against the door. He noticed her reddened earlobes, like plump wild cherries, and couldn’t resist reaching out to tease them. His words were wicked, “Last night, you were so passionate, and now you’re acting like a chaste martyr. What’s this? Playing hard to get?”