On an autumn night, a gentle breeze carrying a hint of the sea's salty tang softly caressed the picturesque city of L City. In the heart of the city, the bar street was already ablaze with neon lights and bustling with crowds. Among them, the uniquely designed "Pure Color" bar, with its building shaped like a sensual human figure, stood out with its dazzling lights and throngs of patrons.

At the grand, opulently decorated entrance stood two handsome, towering doormen. They greeted the ladies entering with polite smiles, considerately took their coats, and escorted them into the grand hall. Inside, a kaleidoscope of lights flashed incessantly, with dazzling beams occasionally striking the circular glass pillars that stood around the hall. Within these pillars, scantily clad male dancers moved provocatively to the wild and passionate music, their every gesture suggestive and heart-stopping.

At the end of each performance, women would excitedly rush forward, grabbing their chosen men and leading them away. Some women couldn't wait and directly reached out to the men...

Xia Xiaoxin watched these women, their desires laid bare, feeling utterly out of place. She felt as though just being in such a place had made her seem indecent. Today was supposed to be a celebration of her promotion to client manager at Huashuo Bank, and her best friend, Liao Ling, had insisted on treating her. Without thinking, Xia Xiaoxin had agreed, but she never expected Liao Ling to bring her to such a venue.

Embarrassed, she tugged at her skirt, which kept riding up, and wished the ground would open up and swallow her. "Ugh! If I had known this place was so wild, I would have never come!" she thought.

Just as she was feeling utterly out of place, the sound system suddenly played a strange piece of music. She paused, finally realizing it was unmistakably the sounds of passionate intimacy.

Whoa! The sound was like a siren's call, piercing through ears and hearts, instantly throwing the scene into chaos. Men and women alike began swaying their bodies to the rhythm.

The sight before her made her blush furiously, her heart pounding with unease. She couldn’t stay here any longer. Covering her eyes with one hand, she fished out a gold card from her bag and shoved it into Liao Ling’s hand. "Liao Ling, you stay and enjoy yourself. This place isn’t for me. I’m not about to lose myself—or worse—just for a night out. If Xiao Boyao found out, he’d skin me alive!"

"Come on, you’re missing the point! Men these days prefer women with experience. You’re too innocent, too pure. They’ll think you’re clueless about romance and won’t want to marry you!" Liao Ling grabbed her arm, refusing to let her escape so easily.

"What kind of nonsense is that? If Xiao Boyao is that kind of man, then I’d rather not marry him at all!" She couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, yanking her arm free and turning to leave.

But in that very moment, the flashing lights suddenly went out, and the pulsating music came to an abrupt halt. A sudden silence and darkness enveloped the room, leaving everyone holding their breath.

"It’s about to start!" Liao Ling whispered urgently, her sharp nails digging into Xia Xiaoxin’s arm.

It hurt.

Xia Xiaoxin winced but didn’t pull away. She was too afraid of the dark to move. Besides, this was no ordinary place. If she wandered off and accidentally bumped into one of the male escorts, she’d be in serious trouble. Reluctantly, she lowered her head and started gulping down her drink.

They say alcohol gives you courage. Maybe if she got drunk, she’d be bold enough to handle this extravagant scene.

Lost in her thoughts, a sudden loud noise made her instinctively look up.

The entire hall was bathed in light again, and on the stage in front of them, a tall, muscular man stood under a single blue spotlight.

He exuded an air of cool detachment.

Backlit, he seemed shrouded in mystery.

He lowered his head, his choppy bangs falling over his forehead, obscuring his brows and eyes. Under the blue halo of light, his layered chestnut hair shimmered with a star-like brilliance. His gaze was sharp and arrogant, his almond-shaped eyes narrow and long, and beneath his high-bridged nose were thin lips that carried a hint of pride. His stunning entrance left the guests breathless.

"Oh my! He's gorgeous!" Liao Ling exclaimed, her hand involuntarily tightening, jolting Xia Xiaoxin, who had been somewhat drowsy, to look up. Just as her eyes locked onto him, he suddenly pointed at her and then curled his little finger, beckoning her with a gesture that, though seemingly casual, was loaded with mischief, provocation, and passion. The women in the room erupted into screams.

Liao Ling, both shocked and thrilled, nudged her. "Xiaoxin! He's chosen you! Tonight, he's yours! Oh my, how did you get so lucky today? First, you got promoted, and now you’ve hit the jackpot with this guy! I’m so jealous!"

Xia Xiaoxin’s gaze was dazed, her eyes fixed on the man who was now coldly approaching her. She muttered, "Please! I’m not desperate enough to pay for a one-night stand!"

"No, no! You’ve got it all wrong! He’s not a gigolo; he’s just here as a guest performer! The owner of this place has a bunch of high-status, handsome, and wild friends. They make bets every day, and the loser has to take the stage. That’s why this bar, Pure, is way more popular than others! Look at those women’s faces—they’re green with envy! They’re hoping for a chance to meet these guys, spend a night with them, and not only would it cost them nothing, but if the guys are pleased, they might even give them a hefty sum!" Liao Ling excitedly grabbed her arm, her nails digging into Xiaoxin’s tender skin, causing her to wince in pain.

"If you like him, you can have him! I don’t want him! I’m neither desperate nor short on cash!" Xiaoxin forcefully pulled her arm away from Liao Ling’s grip, staggering to her feet. She turned, anxious to leave this place that seemed to drive all the women crazy.

But the next moment, a strong force gripped her waist, throwing her off balance and into the arms of a man. A rich, masculine scent, both intoxicating and overwhelming, hit her, making her extremely uncomfortable.

As she struggled to break free, the man’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Xia Xiaoxin! We meet again!"

His eyes raked over her body with a greedy, almost obsessive intensity. Ten years had passed, and she had transformed from a beautiful, innocent girl into a sultry, fiery woman. Her black, wavy hair parted in the middle and cascaded down her back, giving her a romantic and passionate aura. The simple yet elegant V-neck silk dress clung to her figure, perfectly accentuating her graceful curves.

He chuckled softly. The enchantress who had haunted him for years—tonight, he was determined to tame her.