"Mmm~"

Within the dimly lit room, Shen Chunchu's delicate wrist was forcefully grabbed by the man, pulling her hand over her head.

Soft kisses fell upon her slender and fair neck.

The throbbing pain, accompanied with an odd tingling sensation, made Shen Chunchu involuntarily bite her lip, lifting her hands to embrace the man's neck.

"Jing Shen…"

In the darkness, a deep and magnetic chuckle echoed from the man.

"Your first time?"

Perhaps his voice had been enriched by desire, making it sound even more captivating than usual.

Shen Chunchu blushed, burying her face into his shoulder.

After spending three months with Meng Jingshen, she was well aware of his preferences.

He was a gentleman, maintaining a friend's distance despite his evident desire for her. Tonight was a good opportunity to solidify their status as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Consequently, she had purposely donned a sexy bodycon dress, swaying tantalizingly in front of Meng Jingshen. When she saw his gaze linger on her fair thighs for a few seconds, she boldly knocked on his door, willingly throwing herself into his arms.

The room was dark when she entered. As he pulled her into his embrace, she feigned resistance while also welcoming him. The rest, followed naturally.

A thin layer of perspiration appeared on the man's back, slightly sticky to the touch.

Shen Chunchu reached down, embracing the man's lean waist. Pretending to be inexperienced, she kissed his lips.

"Yes."

She answered his previous question.

The hand resting on her waist tightened suddenly by the man.

A cold laugh sounded in her ear, and Shen ChunChu abruptly froze.

Meng JingShen was always a refined gentleman, but his behavior tonight was filled with unusual actions.

For instance, when she entered the room, he didn't turn on the light and instead pulled her into his embrace.

For instance, when she was resisting and also attracted, he didn't push her away, rather he took the opportunity to press her onto the bed.

And then there was that cold laugh just now…

Shen ChunChu's mind was a whirl of chaos, unwilling to ponder it deeply.

In any case, it was best to solidify their relationship first.

Once they had an intimate relationship, she didn't believe that Meng JingShen wouldn't take responsibility for her.

Shen ChunChu closed her eyes and fervently sought for the man's lips, tilting her head to offer her kiss.

The storm passed.

Shen ChunChu lay sticky against the man, gasping like a little kitten in his arms.

A large hand rested lazily on her waist, absent-mindedly pinching the soft flesh of her waist.

Shen Chunchu felt an itch and coquettishly grabbed the man's hand, "Jingshen, stop messing around."

Suddenly, a familiar voice unexpectedly resounded from outside the door.

"Si Heng, are you here?"

Shen Chunchu's body stiffened. A chill welled up from her feet, spreading throughout her body.

Who is Si Heng?

Also, why would Meng Jingshen be outside the door?

If Meng Jingshen was not in the room, then who was the man embracing her from behind at this moment?

With a pale face, Shen Chunchu wanted to get up, but she was forcibly pressed back down by the man.

As one gasp reverberated.

All questions sinking in a soft moan.

"Hello."

The man raised his head, completely dominating her with a voice full of scathing humor and irony.

"This is our first meeting, allow me to introduce myself, I am Meng Si Heng, the nephew of Meng Jingshen."

Her mind blank, Shen Chunchu forgot how to process the information.

Meng Si Heng.

A week ago, Meng Jingshen had mentioned this name to her.

He was Meng Jingshen's own nephew who was previously studying in the U.S but was preparing to return home to take over the family business soon.

"Si Hang." Meng Jingshen's voice came again from outside the door. "You left your phone here. Your grandmother called you. You should return it as soon as possible."

There was a quiet and breathless silence inside the room, disturbed only by their heavy breathing.

Their breaths intertwined, and Shen Chuchu was so nervous her whole body was wound tight, her forehead covered in sweat.

"You...you let me go." She lowered her voice, trying to struggle. "I'm Meng Jingshen's..."

Her words were abruptly cut off by the man.

Shen Chuchu bit her lip tightly, fearing let her unintended sound leak out.

She never thought that her plan would fail just because she slept with the wrong person.

The darkness of the night magnified one's fear endlessly.

Shen Chuchu hardened her heart and bit hard on the man's shoulder.

"Hmm…"

The man grunted, but his actions didn't stop.

"Do I need to remind you…" his cold lips were close to Shen Chuchu's ear, "that Meng Jingshen has the room card."

With that, he took her earlobe into his mouth and gave it a light bite.

Shen Chuchu stiffened as tears of frustration and sorrow welled up in her eyes.

"Click—"

The door handle at the entrance suddenly moved.

Shen Chuchu panicked, her blood running cold. She pounded on the man's shoulder.

"Let me go...."

But the man seemed provoked, and became adamant.

A hurried groan slipped out of his throat, unable to control it. The half-opened door suddenly stopped—

After a loud bang, the door closed again.

...

Shen Chuchu felt like a dying fish, panting for breath in an attempt to revive, and then falling into haziness from a profound sense of weightlessness.

She was still reminiscing the lingering sensations, but the man had already left her.

"Click—"

The incandescent lamp lit up in response, the glaring light assaulting her eyes. She closed her eyes due to discomfort, and took a while before slowly opening her eyes.

What caught her eyes was a handsome, noble face – eyebrows reaching into his temples, a slender Phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and slightly cold, thin lips.

With his back toward her, the man was leisurely wrapping up in a bath towel. His back muscles moved gracefully with his actions, exhibiting a smooth and elegant contour.

On the shoulder blade, there were several ambiguous scratch marks, and also a fresh set of bite marks on the shoulder.

Everywhere spoke of ambiguity.

Shen Chunchu hugged the quilt tight, reflecting on the chaos that just unfolded, her emotions in turmoil.

Meng Siheng sat down on the sofa, bit down on a cigarette, and leisurely lit it.

Among the swirling smoke, the man sharply turned his gaze upon her.

A pair of eyes deeper than ink, coldness tinged with a hint of sex in his gaze, but even more so, were the unique coldness and chill that belonged only to him.

He looked at Shen Chunchu indifferently, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke.

The smoke dissipated in the space, slowly drifting towards Shen Chunchu, like a vast and intricate net, tightly binding her, rendering her unable to breathe.

Shen Chunchu clutched the corner of the quilt tight, the corner of her eyes turning red, her voice trembling: "This is a crime, I am going to call the police!"