Early summer, a night filled with torrential rain.

Inside room 8888 of a seven-star hotel.

Muffled weeping echoes throughout the room.

"Sob...sob...sob…"

On the white bed, an enchantingly beautiful young girl is curled up, clutching herself while whimpering.

From the frosted bathroom, there are 'whooshing' sounds of water.

The girl’s face is somewhat pale, her lips trembling tremendously.

At that moment, the bathroom door is abruptly pulled open.

Emerging in a slight mist, the man exudes an extraordinary mature charm that renders one unable to divert their attention.

Heavens, this man is so handsome, it’s blinding.

The girl quickly lowers her head in panic, wiping her tears away.

The man dries his hair with a towel, glances at the girl on the bed, and frowns slightly.

"Still not undressing?" The man's eyebrows arch defiantly.

The girl freezes. Isn't this too fast?

"Hmm?" A sound of discontent abruptly rises.

The girl dared not think too much, hurriedly extending a trembling hand to remove her coat.

Perhaps feeling overly nervous, she failed to unzip her coat after several attempts.

The man discarded his bath towel and approached the edge of the bed, emanating a hint of mint fragrance.

Feeling immediately tense, the girl clenched onto her clothes and stammered, “I…I will be ready soon…”

The man seemed impatient, his gaze darkening as he asked, "Experienced?"

The girl looked at him dumbfounded, experienced?

Wasn’t he looking for someone inexperienced?

Since when did the employer change his preference?

“Or, perhaps you like playing innocent now?” he leaned closer to her, sneering.

Feeling somewhat confused with a sense he was not in quite the right mood, the girl forced herself to look at him and responded, “Um… isn't it…fun?"

With a slight curl of lips, he responded, “Indeed, a change of roles might be interesting!”

As the words fell, she was yet to fully comprehend when he pushed her underneath him.

"Ah! Wait a minute…" Nearly a reflex reaction, she pushed against him with both hands.

However, noticing his slightly furrowed brows,

She immediately withdrew her trembling hands.

"Could you... Could you be a little gentler if we're playing the innocent game?" She spoke timidly, casting a fearful glance at him.

"Do you prefer gentlemen?"

The young girl bit her lip, falling silent.

A shadow of a smile crossed the man's face. He swiftly scooped her up, pinning her onto the glass surface of the wardrobe in an instant. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"You... you..."

"One million!" The man’s eyes flicked towards a tabletop.

The young girl followed his gaze in surprise, her eyes landing on the tabletop.

Indeed, there laid a cheque on top of the wooden table.

One million?

Such a sum was twice as much as what was initially agreed.

A wave of sorrow flashed across the young girl's eyes, and the hand she had been clenching tight began to slowly relax...