The bathroom was shrouded in mist, which layered on the glass and condensed into teardrops, sliding downward.

Through the fogged-up glass, the silhouette of a delicate figure could vaguely be seen. The showerhead cascaded water from above, falling onto flawless, white shoulders where it bounced off into countless transparent droplets.

A thin, delicate hand brushed through her hair, revealing a beautiful and delicate face.

Her skin was white as jade, her eyebrows shaped like willow leaves, her nose straight and prominent, her lips were thin and enticing, the color of roses. Her eyes were as precious as amber, pure and free from desire, moving with a sparkling vitality. Though her face lacked any expression of joy, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Song Qian wiped the fogged-up mirror with her hand, looking at her own face reflected in the glass, her lips curved into a grin.

Today was her eighteenth birthday and she sneakily enjoyed the most famous Crown Holiday Hotel's Presidential Suite in Z City under this pretext.

However, she hadn't spent a dime. She had straight up climbed in through the window.

The day outside was still young; usually, the Presidential Suite was booked only after eight in the evening. Having bathed and feeling tired, she closed the blackout curtains, planning to enjoy a good two-hour sleep before departing.

At this moment, heaven's birthday gift for Song Qian slowly approached the Presidential Suite.

"I'm tired, don't disturb me no matter what." Pei Yilin's Adam’s apple moved, his cold voice commanded.

He was handsome, carrying an unapproachable air as though he was encased in a millennia of frost. With his thick black eyebrows, sharp eagle-like eyes, tightly sealed lips, his black suit practically screamed, 'keep your distance'. He had a well-built body, radiating an aura of fear and power that sent shivers down people’s spines with just a single glance.

The Presidential Suite was dim; Pei Yilin walked to the bed and found a woman lying on it. He stopped in his tracks abruptly.

Pei Yilin's eyes darkened. The room was too dark, he couldn't quite make out the face of the woman on the bed. A white quilt was covering her chest; her soft, white skin invited endless fantasies.

"Haha—" Song Qian was having a great time in her dream, "Thank you."

She dreamed of Santa Claus giving her a giant bag of hundred-yuan notes. When she put them under the note detector, each one was real. She had already detected over fifty thousand notes, yet the bag was still full.

Pei Yilin's dark eyes emitted an icy indifference. He yanked the quilt on the bed, revealing Song Qian completely under his gaze.

Strands of black hair covered her face, delicate, and intriguing, piquing Pei Yilin's interest easily.

So this was the woman the hotel had specially offered him?

A smirk appeared at the corner of Pei Yilin's lips.

Just as he had lifted the covers, Song Qian suddenly opened her eyes. As she sprung from the bed but before she landed, her wrist was grabbed. And then, she was pressed back onto the bed.

Pei Yilin gripped Song Qian’s wrist, his strong body pressing against her, trapping her in the tiny world he had created for her.

"Boom Boom"—As thunder roared outside, the sky turned darker, leaving the room nearly devoid of light.

Song Qian winced with pain. The man pressing down on her seemed like a raging fire, but when she stared into the pools of darkness, she was met with frigid ice.

"Who are you? Let me go!" Song Qian warned in a cold voice.

"Playing hard to get?" Pei Yilin's icy face didn't slacken in the least, he declared clearly: "That trick doesn't work on me."

Song Qian’s face darkened, she reacted quickly, realizing that she must have been sleeping so soundly that she hadn’t noticed someone entering.

However, with her sharp hearing and alertness, it was impossible for people to enter without her knowing. The problem must lie with this man. He must be a demon!

"Do you know who I am? If you provoke me, I can flay you alive within a minute!" Song Qian’s voice was a chilling blend of arrogance and coldness.

She, Song Qian, known as "Shishoumaru" in the underworld, is a top-notch assassin at the Red Lotus Assassin Employment Centre. As long as you can afford the price, she dares to risk herself for any target.

However, besides the leader of the Red Lotus Assassin team, no one else had seen Shishoumaru's true appearance. Even her gender was an enigma, causing speculation. It could be said that she was a mysterious and formidable presence in the Assassin Employment Centre.

"Little wild cat." Pei Yilin whispered softly, his fingertip grazing against Song Qian's face, "The one who's getting skinned, is you."

As his voice deepened, his fingertips slowly slid down her.

Song Qian's entire body was trembling. From the moment she was brought down, she realized she was no match for this man. His strength, stature, and indifference were all insurmountable for her.

She found it intolerable, having been wise for eighteen years, was she actually going to fall into this man's hands today?

"Let go." Song Qian's voice squeezed out from between her teeth.

Pei Yilin's eyes darkened, his arrogant and cold demeanor seemed to freeze people, yet the passion of his body remained unabated.

He was trying hard to discern the woman's features beneath him in the dark. But that half-confused, half-blurred face seemed to bring a fresh taste in the darkness.

All he could say was, this woman was a master at playing hard to get, and it made him very interested in playing along!

With threats being ineffective, Song Qian could only prove her capabilities through actions.

Just as her hand managed to pull away, and before she could strike at Pei Yilin's head, she was captured by a large hand. She tried to move her feet, only to have her knees abruptly meet a harder knee.

"Damn rotten man!" Song Qian cursed coldly, lifting her body upward by the strength of her hands, pressing Pei Yilin below her.

Just before her foot was about to strike Pei Yilin's crotch, his large hand pressed her tightly against him, and her raised knee landed just on his thigh.

No one had ever been able to strike at Pei Yilin, Song Qian was the first.

A glimmer of light surged in Pei Yilin's eyes, which quickly faded.

Song Qian could feel an overwhelming pressure, especially when she didn't notice when this man's clothing had disappeared from his body.

"Woman, stop resisting." Pei Yilin's voice is deep and resonating.

"I'm warning you one last time, ah--" A surge of tearing pain comes over, and a hint of moistness emerges in Song Qian's eyes.

Her hands and feet are restrained. Despite her martial prowess, she can't resist the more powerful force. At this moment, she's like a homeless little stray cat, bullied and unable to fight back.

Pei Yilin is surprised by how sweet this woman is. He feels content, only discontented by the woman’s refusal to cooperate, still trying to escape.

The long-lasting hour of escape and suppression leaves Song Qian drained. Embarrassed and a hint aggrieved, she never expected herself to have fallen so hard!

Song Qian keeps her head tilted, and her messy hair hangs around her face, as if hiding her face would save her the shame.

"Good girl," Pei Yilin’s voice coaxed, "From now on, you are my exclusive lover". His tone was arrogant.

Song Qian clenches her fists. She, who is already night-blind, has not even seen this man clearly, but now isn’t the time to show off her capabilities. If she doesn't escape now, she fears the man's second round of assault will come soon.

"From now on, you are my number one enemy!" Saying this, Song Qian takes the opportunity when Pei Yilin is not paying attention and uses his belt to hit him.

While Pei Yilin dodges, Song Qian picks up her belongings, jumps out of the window at her fastest speed, and runs away along the air conditioning unit.

Pei Yilin's first reaction is to lean out and look, but the long road is already devoid of any figures.

He drapes a bathrobe over himself and walks out to instruct his subordinates: "Pull up the surveillance, find the woman who was in my room."

It's infuriating, the room was too dark, and she was always deliberately blocking her face. He let the novelty spread and didn't turn on the lights, so he didn't even get a clear look at what she looked like!

Three hours have passed.

"Master, we didn't capture how the woman got in, she wasn't captured on any cameras. During her escape, only her back was visible, it's impossible...to start the investigation." The last two words, are nearly choked in the throat.

Hearing this, a cryptic ferocious coldness surges in Pei Yilin's brows and eyes. His black eyes, without warning, reveal an undeniable murderous intent.