The moonlight rippled gently like a pond, casting a warm, orange glow on the cozy and tranquil bedroom, while the bathroom door opened, releasing a misty spray of water.

The girl's shapely body was wrapped in a bath towel.

The bath towel barely covered her upper thighs, her cascading black hair was damp with water, and her graceful neck, slender arms, and straight, well-proportioned legs were exposed.

Having practiced dance for many years, she has excellent posture and her skin is as white as snow, as smooth as cream, without any flaws.

It's all thanks to the scar removal medicine that Qi Shen got back then.

It took two whole years of application of those prescriptions to erase those old scars on my body.

Just as Fang Zhi was about to walk to the bedside, she suddenly heard Wang Ma's voice coming from the hallway, and she stopped in her tracks.

Her bedroom was diagonally opposite the staircase, very close, so she could hear everything happening outside the door clearly.

"Young master, please be careful." Wang Ma followed behind the man, keeping a close eye on him to prevent him from slipping and falling.

The second-floor corridor is cool and bright, and the flowers in the vividly colored European-style oil paintings on the walls are in full bloom.

Qi Shen, holding onto the solid wood staircase, stepped onto the last step with his shiny, expensive leather shoes, then turned and stood still.

Backlit, his deep, handsome face was completely shrouded in shadow, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were in great distress.

"Don't worry, Aunt Wang. Could you please make me a bowl of hangover soup? Thank you." The man's originally clear voice had become low and hoarse from the recent exposure to tobacco and alcohol.

Only then did I realize that, just a wall away, someone was looking down with lowered eyelashes.

This was the first time she had ever seen her brother drunk.

She knew he had a tough time these past few years, ever since he and Uncle Qi had a falling out over volunteering.

The relationship between the father and son remains lukewarm to this day.

Wang's mother said that after she went to high school and lived at the school, her brother rarely came back here, and when he did come back, he would smell of alcohol.

Because he had to drink alcohol when he went out to socialize, abandoning the prestige that the Qi family had bestowed upon him.

Seeing that the man had gone upstairs safely, Wang Ma was relieved, replied "Okay," and turned to go downstairs.

Before returning to his room, Qi Shen's movements were slightly sluggish. He glanced at the girl's bedroom, his eyes dark and deep.

It was as if I could see her figure through this door.

Just as he expected, the girl in the bedroom hurriedly changed her clothes while he and Wang Ma finished their conversation.

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First floor kitchen.

As Wang Ma poured the freshly cooked hangover soup into a bowl, she turned around and saw the girl standing at the door.

"Zhizhi, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Wang Ma, it's getting late, you should go and rest." Fang Zhi's eyes fell on the steaming bowl on the cupboard, her voice soft. "I'll take the hangover soup to my brother."

Her brother had always taken care of her, and now that she saw him feeling unwell, she felt she should do something for him.

Wang Ma lives on the first floor. Being old, she doesn't really like climbing stairs. Zhizhi has always been considerate and sensible.

In addition, the two siblings, who are not related by blood, have always had a good relationship, so Wang Ma felt at ease entrusting the task to her.

Fang Zhi waited in the kitchen for a while until the hangover soup became warm before taking the bowl upstairs.

"Brother?" Fang Zhi knocked on the door three times, but there was no response from the person in the bedroom.

She hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open.

Only one table lamp was lit in the bedroom, casting a dim, yellowish light that created a hazy atmosphere.

The man leaned against the headboard, seemingly asleep, his dark, tousled hair and shirt slightly disheveled.

His suit jacket was scattered on the large bed, and his glasses were casually tossed onto the bedside table.

Only when he got closer did he realize that the top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing glimpses of his muscular chest.

She suddenly didn't know where to look, and pursed her lips dryly, "Brother, wake up."

Qi Shen slowly opened his eyes as if disturbed, raising his gaze to identify the person who had come in. "Is it Zhizhi?" The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if he recognized the person, or as if he was just guessing.

Fang Zhi frowned slightly, surprised that her brother was so drunk that he could hardly recognize anyone.

At this moment, she couldn't care less about avoiding suspicion.

Her clear eyes stared at the man with concern. She placed the bowl on the bedside table, bent down, and gently took his arm, whispering:

"Brother, it's me, Zhizhi. I've come to bring you some hangover soup. Get up and drink some, otherwise you'll feel unwell when you wake up."

She realized that instead of helping the man up, she had been pulled down onto him by his force.

Before she could react, the world spun around her.

He had already pinned her down.

The smell of alcohol mixed with his faint woody scent wafted towards Fang Zhi, making her dizzy.

"Brother...brother..." Faced with this situation for the first time, Fang Zhi's tone was anxious mixed with shame and fear, and her hand, which was between the two of them, pushed against the man's chest.

The delicate, soft voice was like a wonderful catalyst to Qi Shen's ears.

His sharp, cold jawline was taut, above which were dark, deep, rolling pupils, and below which was his Adam's apple bobbing.

The disparity in strength between men and women is innate, and Qi Shen easily controlled her two slender wrists and pinned them above her head.

Fang Zhi was so suppressed that he couldn't move, and kept calling out "brother" in an attempt to regain his senses.

But how could a hunter who has carefully designed a trap easily let his prey go?

Qi Shen lowered his head and kissed her, starting from her eyebrows and moving down her body. His kiss was incredibly gentle, a stark contrast to the force with which he was holding her.

The former is driven by reason, while the latter relies on instinct and bestiality.

Fang Zhi felt as if a bomb had been dropped on her head, shattering her soul and body into pieces.

How could he kiss her?

The girl's face was pale, her voice trembled with sobs, and her beautiful eyes looked weak and helpless, making her appear pitiful.

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