Looking at the stunningly handsome man lying beside her, Xia Zaozao's heart almost jumped into her throat.

She quietly cleared her throat, slightly lifted the blanket with her hands, and the cool air seemed to seize the opportunity to rush in. Her naked body, which was under the blanket, immediately bristled.

Quickly, she pulled the blanket back down, immediately followed by a scream:

"Aah---"

As she screamed, she glanced towards the man next to her, only to see him stir, seeming about to wake, yet he turned over and fell back asleep.

Xia Zaozao's scream abruptly stopped in embarrassment and she rolled her eyes speechlessly, then moved closer to the man before raising her volume for another scream.

"Aah---"

In the ambiance of the room, apart from Xia Zaozao's escalating screams, there were only the man's rhythmic breaths, undisturbed.

A herd of mythical creatures seemed to gallop through Xia Zaozao's heart, her eyes widened in anger.

"Aah---"

Suddenly, her throat tightened abruptly, like a tape getting stuck. She stared in disbelief at the man who had turned over and now firmly pinned her beneath him.

The main point was, this man was also displaying his flawless physique, devoid of any clothing, which meant there was only a blanket separating them...

"What...what are you doing?"

The man's arms supported on either side of Xia Zaozao's head. From this angle, the man's cold, deep-set features were strikingly clear. His eyes, colored like iridescent glassware, seemed to be looking into her soul from under his dense brows.

His perfect lips formed a thin line as a mischievous grin tugged at the corners. “In this solitary place, what else is there for me to do if not you?" he mused playfully.

"I warn you, no funny business!"

"You purposely woke me up – wasn't it an invitation for some 'funny business'?"

"I..."

Wait. Why did she wake him up intentionally again?

Xia Zaozao was slightly blanked out, terrified by the man’s sudden move. It totally deviated from the script she had anticipated.

At this juncture, following the natural progression of events, shouldn’t they be arguing about who tops who?

Suddenly, she had an epiphany. Xia Zaozao's eyes gleamed, flipping back her hair that hugged the curves of her neck. She struggled to fully reveal the vague purplish imprints on her neck.

This obvious hint, even the dimmest wouldn't miss.

Suppressing her triumph, she fixed her gaze on Qin Yi, afraid of missing the tiniest change in his expression.

A raising of the corner of Qin Yi's icy lips was all he offered, “Not had enough yet?”

Without waiting for any response from Xia Zaozao, he leaned down towards her neck.

The heat from his breath sprinkled against the soft skin of her neck, domineering, yet intimate, which shocked her into a frantic attempt to push him away, pressing against his firm chest muscles.

A low chuckle wafted from Qin Yi, his voice dripping with seduction, “Before our relationship becomes overly complicated, I can meet your needs.”

"Our Relationship"

These few words were enough to snap Xia Zaozao back to reality. Defeated, she sighed, "Alright, I admit, I did give myself the neck mark."

"What else?" Qin Yi smoothly turned around, elegantly picking up the clothes scattered on the bed.

Each piece of clothing he wore was like an exquisite artifact. His high-grade black shirt, under the soft light peeking through the curtains, was as if it was traced with velvety golden edges, revealing an exceptional aura of mystery and sensuality. With the top three buttons open, his finely sculpted collarbones were exposed, adding an excessive charm.

Xia Zaozao forcefully pulled her gaze away, her lips curling in distaste as she said, "Your clothes, I took them off while you were sleeping."