Z City.
On an autumn night that should be cool and calm,
Su Luan found herself inexplicably consumed by a burning fever.
Her entire being felt as if it was being roasted on a spit, about to turn into ash the next second.
Like there were thousands of tiny insects gnawing away inside her, the discomfort was unbearable.
Her skirt was lifted high by her jade-like fingers, revealing her long and beautifully delicate legs...
This sight was indescribably tempting and alluring.
"Su Luan, after tonight, you’ll be nothing but desolated beauty, and you’ll no longer be worthy to be with Brother Ziyang," said the woman standing by the bed, her eyes flashing with envy and malice as she looked at Su Luan's fading consciousness.
At this moment, there's no need for pretense.
Thinking of how Su Luan would become the laughing stock of Z City by tomorrow morning and how the new product developed by the Su's will have its patent snatched by the Bai’s, she felt a wave of satisfaction.
A triumphant smile surfaced on her face.
She took out her phone and dialed a number.
Two seconds later, the call connected. “You guys can come up now,” she told the person on the other end of the line.
This was something she had prepared for Su Luan. Only by destroying her with her own hands could she get rid of the hatred in her heart.
After hanging up the phone, a cold smile appeared on her face, she turned and left the room.
Two men came out of the elevator. She handed the room card to one of them, then disappeared into the corridor in her high heels.
A moment later, the bedroom door was opened.
A man stuck his head out to look at the big bed.
Upon seeing Su Luan on the bed, his eyes sparkled.
He talked to his partner behind him, then stepped into the room. However, the man behind suddenly collapsed on the floor.
Hearing the noise, the man who had entered the room turned around. Just in time to see a dark figure. Then, everything went black for him as he was knocked unconscious.
All of this, Su Luan, who was in pain, could neither see nor hear.
Until in her dizziness, a tall figure approached the bed.
Drawing near, he brought with him a refreshing masculine aura, which permeated Su Luan's breath with the air. Subconsciously, she frowned and pressed her temple with her hand.
The man stopped at the bedside.
Observing her from a superior perspective.
Struggling to open her eyes, Su Luan tried hard to make out who the figure standing in front of the bed was.
But after a few seconds of looking, she couldn't clearly make out what she was seeing.
With an aching head and feeling discomfort throughout her body, she anxiously stretched out her hand towards the shadow, "Mu Ziyang, is it you?"
Hearing this, the originally cold man's deep, pool-like eyes suddenly narrowed.
His gaze slowly wandered from her delicate and charming face to her fair neck tinged with pink, and then to her chest...
The color at the bottom of his eyes gradually darkened.
After a while, the man slowly bent down, and his clear male scent sprayed on Su Luan's face, causing her body to tremble slightly.
Instinctively, her slim arm reached out and wrapped around the man’s bent neck.
The overly comfortable feeling caused her to let out a low moan.
With her other arm following suit and before he could react, her red lips approached his.
The clear spring-like taste hit every nerve.
Just as she wanted more, her head was suddenly held by the man’s strong palm, creating a distance between them.
"Su Luan."
The man's voice was hoarse and magnetic.
Su Luan frowned and struggled to lean closer towards him.
Her hands were grabbed, wrapped around him again, and then taken away again.
After a few times, the man seemed to lose his patience.
His eyes locked onto hers, and in a deep voice, he said, "Su Luan, you’re seducing me."
Having said that, without waiting to see if Su Luan had heard him, the man's tall body suddenly leaned over, and his lips, which tasted like clear springs, fiercely kissed her.