An Hao had never thought that the absurd and dramatic event of an affair before marriage could happen to herself.

It was just like how Zhang Wei in "Love Apartment" absurdly and unrealistically misses his own wedding because he attended a single's party. Yesterday, Chen Xi Yang, whom she had been in love with for two years, finally agreed to her marriage proposal and promised to marry her at the Civil Affairs Bureau today. She was thrilled and went to a bar with her bestie to celebrate in advance. Little did she know that extreme joy begets sorrow, and before the beautiful day came, she encountered the first nightmare in her life.

She clearly had a good tolerance for alcohol, and she seemed to recall not drinking too much before blacking out...

An Hao fastened her clothes. Her body was now sore and achy, with a particular private area that was extremely uncomfortable, making every step she took feel like some kind of torture.

A black Maybach parked beside her. An Hao stopped walking and looked over, just in time to see the window roll down, and the man with a distinct face appeared to her. Her body involuntarily shivered, and she began to tremble.

The man seemed to have noticed her embarrassment, a faint smile curling up at the corners of his lips, "Beauty, you left your phone on my bed."

As he spoke, a hand reached out from the window, his long fingers held her newly bought white phone, which was a couple's version along with Chen Xi Yang's black one.

An Hao pursed her lips, took a deep breath to suppress the surging emotions within her, and she went forward to snatch her phone back.

The man couldn't help but laugh, his arm casually resting on the car window, he tilted his chin towards her, "Get in the car. Where do you live, let me drop you off."

"I don't need it." An Hao suddenly raised her voice, then realizing her overreaction, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said more calmly, "Thank you, I can go home by myself, I don't need your help."

As she said this, she moved to leave, but noticed the man curiously gazing at her lower half, his deep eyes filled with suggestive undertones.

An Hao's face gradually darkened, and her hand at her side clenched tightly into a fist.

This man... he is lewd and shameless.

"Don't misunderstand, I didn’t mean anything else." Seeing the woman in front of him turning pale and looking angry, the man raised his hand to cover his laugh, a fake cough escaping his lips, "I just think it might be a bit inconvenient for you to walk like this..."

Raising his eyebrows, he glanced into her eyes: "Was last night your first time?"

Considering this, his tone was tinged with a bit of apology, "I'm sorry. If I had known, I would have..."

"Shut up."

He actually had the audacity to bring up last night? Ah, An Hao was so angry that she stepped up closer to him, her dark eyes filled with rage as she glared at him, grinding her teeth as she said, "Sir, I hope you understand that whatever happened last night has passed and does not signify anything."

The man's slightly curved eyes blinked non-stop, gazing at her without batting an eye. It was then that An Hao noticed his beautiful almond-shaped eyes resembling a shimmering creek under the sunlight, with long, curled eyelashes that were like little brushes scratching at one's heart.

Even when he was not smiling, it seemed like he was, somewhat.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in An Hao's mind -- her drunken self ardently kissing those pair of eyes.

Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable, her cheeks slowly turning red, as the man continued to look at her with interest.

Trying to appear calm, An Hao straightened her back, took a deep breath and said in a crisp voice, "Let's consider it a one-night stand. It was mutual, no one owes anyone anything. Regardless of whether we will meet again in the future, we are strangers who have never met."

Without waiting for the man's reaction, An Hao quickly walked away.

Looking at the woman's stubborn figure, the man narrowed his eyes, a mutual one-night stand?

What a joke? Wasn't it you who enticed me to my unwillingness?

Although it was not his will, the incident indeed turned out to be unexpectedly good.

The girl’s contrasting persona was really distinct, and moreover…