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Her head hurt…
Half-asleep, half-awake, Xin Ling endured the soreness all over her body and turned over. Her arm stretched out, her hand brushing against something warm.
She frowned in puzzlement, eyes still closed, and felt around.
Smooth texture, excellent to the touch.
It was like…
A person?!
Xin Ling jolted awake, eyes snapping open, only to be met head-on with a pair of dark eyes.
The man’s appearance was outstanding, his features sharp and defined. His gaze carried a teasing glint, lips tugged in a half-smile as he spoke,
“Feels good to touch?”
He spoke, but Xin Ling couldn’t hear.
She could only read his lips—and it was clearly not something nice.
The girl in front of him looked utterly blank. Lowering his gaze, Lu Jinchi calmly pried away the hand she still had pressed against his chest, “molesting” him.
He sat up, and the dark bedsheet slid down, exposing swathes of skin. The faint traces scattered across it made clear what had happened last night.
She had actually slept with Lu Jinchi?!
This was the male lead’s little uncle!
Xin Ling froze in horror, frantically recalling the plot—
World Name: Addicted to Pampering Her, The Devoted Young Master’s Nightly Obsession
This was a typical domineering-CEO small world.
The male lead, Lu Ziyao, was the eldest grandson of the Lu family’s patriarch. Raised in the palm of his hand, silver spoon in his mouth, he lived a carefree life.
No, not carefree anymore…
Because of her—the fiancée assigned to him by the old master.
Xin Ling came from a single-parent household. Her father had once been the old master’s bodyguard and driver, but died on the spot saving him during an assassination attempt by enemies.
This engagement was the old master’s way of repaying that life-saving debt.
Conveniently, Xin Ling also liked Lu Ziyao. So when the old master asked her opinion, she agreed without hesitation.
But inconveniently, the male lead already had someone he liked—the pure white-lotus female lead of this world, Jian Sisi.
【Ding! Main storyline triggered: Host must play the role of the foolish, love-brained cannon fodder fiancée. Beautiful, but dull and uninteresting, ultimately despised and abandoned by the male lead.】
【Mainline Progress: 0%!】
Yes, that was her assigned role.
But she hadn’t even been here long! She hadn’t triggered a single mission, had barely met the male lead a few times, was only temporarily living in his house… and somehow, she had gone and slept with the male lead’s little uncle.
The little uncle who had only returned from abroad a week ago…
Clink—
The quiet world suddenly filled with the soft sound of movement. The man reached over and slipped a silver-white hearing aid into her ear.
Oh, right—
In this world, she was a deaf girl who couldn’t hear.
The girl’s face flushed red, still looking dazed and unable to process it all.
Lu Jinchi lifted a hand, his fingertip brushing her chin. Watching the sudden blush spread across it, his tone was unreadable as he said:
“What, so scared you’ve gone dumb? Don’t even recognize me?”
“…L-Little Uncle.”
Like her soul had just returned to her body, the girl hastily pulled away from his touch, clutching the blanket as she sat up, eyes flickering with a hint of fear.
“Heh.”
A low chuckle, faintly mocking.
His voice was undeniably pleasant, but Xin Ling’s scalp tingled at that laugh. She straightened her back, forcing herself to summon a shred of bravado.
“Little Uncle, we… why are we like this…?”
“Don’t remember?”
Lu Jinchi lifted his gaze to study her. Seeing her shake her head frantically, clearly not lying, he mercifully explained,
“Last night, you got drunk. Then you…”
“F-orc-ed yourself on me.”
…Huh?
!
Xin Ling’s heart skipped a beat, disbelief flashing across her face. She knew she got drunk easily, but her drinking behavior was good!
“N-No way…”
Under the weight of his gaze, Xin Ling forced herself to look up, nervously licking her lips. “Then why didn’t Little Uncle stop me?”
“I had a little to drink too. Got drunk. No strength.”
“…”
Yeah, right.
Forget who initiated and who exerted effort—for someone of Lu Jinchi’s size, would stopping her really be difficult?
Xin Ling suspected this man was trying to trick her… with very bad intentions.
“Little Uncle, since we’ve already… crossed that line, we can both take responsibility. Anyway, you didn’t lose out yesterday, so maybe, maybe…”
The longer she spoke, the stronger the scorching gaze above her head burned, until she stammered to a stop.
“…we can just pretend nothing happened?”
The silence stretched.
The room was so quiet their breathing was the only sound.
But Xin Ling sat like she was on pins and needles, barely daring to breathe. All she wanted was to escape.
“Little Uncle, since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as agreement. I’ll just go now…” Xin Ling spoke in a rush, trying to slide off the bed and grab her clothes.
But before she could, her wrist was caught and she was pulled straight into his bare chest.
Right before her eyes, his flawless, sculpted muscles were covered with marks—marks she had left. Xin Ling panicked, hands flailing, not knowing where to put them.
“You think saying ‘it never happened’ makes it true? What do you take me for?”
His low laugh brushed past her ear, dripping with scorn. He leaned in, lips grazing the shell of her crimson ear.
“A gigolo in a bar you can pay off with a few bills? Or some random one-night stand you picked off the street?”
“Pull your pants up and pretend you don’t know me? Think I’m that easy to get rid of?”
The atmosphere grew stifling, oppressive, unbearably hot.
His palm landed unimpeded on the small of her back, fingers spreading to caress the dip of her waist, teasing sparks across her skin.
He pressed her down, body closing the space between them, crushing what little distance remained.
“Hmm?”
Lu Jinchi tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Speak.”
“I-I didn’t…” Xin Ling’s gaze skittered away, not daring to look at him. She hesitated, then tentatively asked, “Then… what does Little Uncle want to do?”
Her beautiful face was flushed scarlet, lashes trembling like fragile butterfly wings in the wind—delicate, vulnerable.
Her watery eyes brimmed with redness, lashes clumped together, veiling her gaze with lingering traces of spring.
A sight enough to stir one’s soul, to set the mind wandering.
“Don’t call me Little Uncle. I don’t like that title.”
Lu Jinchi’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, eyes deep as ink, dangerous and unfathomable—like a beast lurking in the abyss, waiting to devour.