My consciousness felt like it had been forcibly pulled into a vortex, chaotic and burning.
It was like a dream, a dream in which all reason was melting away little by little, and the boundaries of her body were being torn apart.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already daylight.
Chu Wuyang suddenly sat up in bed.
Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the French windows, the bed sheets were disheveled, and an unpleasant atmosphere lingered in the air.
She looked down and saw the marks on her body—a series of bruises and scratches, as if silently reminding her of what had happened last night.
She froze for a few seconds, her mind going completely blank.
Then a clear sense of panic arose.
But he remained relatively calm on the surface.
She shook herself violently, trying to recall her memory. She was drunk last night? And then? Did she have sex while drunk?
The sound of running water came from the bathroom; someone was inside.
Her hand instinctively reached for something to resist.
The bathroom door opened, and steam filled the air.
A pillow came towards me.
Jingmin walked out wrapped in a bath towel, his movements unhurried. He raised his hand and caught the pillow she threw.
His features were cool and aloof, and his tone was indifferent.
"What's wrong with you so early in the morning?"
The moment Chu Wuyang saw Jing Min, she didn't know what to feel. All she knew was that her previously tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
Then, his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably again.
What are you doing here?
She didn't even need to ask what had happened; the marks on her body and the pain she was experiencing clearly told her.
Everything that was going to happen has happened.
Upon hearing this, Jing Min scoffed and, right in front of Chu Wuyang, began to untie his bath towel to change his clothes.
Chu Wuyang recognized the face under the first ray of sunlight.
"Miss Chu has seen countless men; perhaps you should tone down that expression."
"go out!"
The first dance of Yang was deep and resonant.
She felt even more confused now, more confused than before when she wasn't sure who was who; it was a complete mess.
Jingmin paused in untying his towel.
"Miss Chu really does have a habit of turning her back on people without hesitation,"
"Last night, while my wife was away, Miss Chu cried and demanded someone to keep her company, and I gave in because I felt sorry for her... I didn't expect you to not ask a single question when you woke up. What, Miss Chu, have you done this kind of thing too many times, throwing yourself at me while drunk? You're used to it now, so calm!"
She threw herself into my arms?
Looking at the man's indifferent and calm expression, Chu Wuyang couldn't remain calm at all.
"What happened last night?"
If what Jingmin said was true, she felt somewhat embarrassed. In her understanding, having a relationship with a married man was still morally unacceptable.
Jing Min looked at her with a half-smile. He had just finished showering, and the steam still lingered. A faint warmth emanating from his body seemed to envelop him like a thin mist, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.
"I have truly witnessed Miss Chu's ability to put on two faces."
"What's the meaning?"
Jing Min slowly and deliberately untied his bath towel right in front of Chu Wuyang.
His strong body was exposed to her without reservation, his skin bearing the traces of last night's chaos, layered upon layered over his already mottled old wounds.
The bright red and dark brown colors intertwined in a jarring and frightening way.
This time, Chu Wuyang didn't avoid the gaze but stared directly at him.
Near the left atrium, there seems to be a hole that has sunken into a deep, bottomless abyss.
It was as if something was slowly swallowing her gaze.
Her chest felt as if it had been bitten by the same hole, a dull ache spreading outwards.
"snort!"
A black shirt was quickly wrapped around his body, completely covering the hole and blocking Chu Wuyang's view.
"Does Miss Chu's expression suggest she's still not satisfied?"
A single sentence awakened Chu Wuyang.
"You mean, taking advantage of someone's drunkenness to throw yourself into their arms?"
Jing Min unhurriedly buttoned his shirt, then slowly picked up the diamond-encrusted cuffs placed to the side and casually fastened them, exuding an aura of refined elegance.
His gaze never fell on Chu Wuyang.
"Since Miss Chu has already gotten what she wanted, why bother pretending? You already know the answer."
"And you're still making that pitiful expression?"
He was dressed impeccably, his suit crisp and tailored, tall and handsome, as he slowly approached.
Chu Wuyang lay naked on the bed, her skin stained with ambiguous marks, her hair disheveled, and the mattress wrinkled and crumpled.
Chaos and devastation were laid bare before his eyes.
His aloofness and restraint at the bedside contrasted sharply with her disheveled and flustered state on the bed.
By any measure, he was upright and decent, while she was utterly absurd.
"I've already let you have your way, why do you still want more?"
He bent down and reached out to touch her, his tone carrying a malicious mockery, as if he were deliberately humiliating her.
The dismissive attitude made Chu Wuyang tense up, a feeling of being violated and uncomfort washed over him.
Almost instinctively, I dodged.
In an instant, the air pressure around Jing Min plummeted. He straightened up and returned to his aloof and unapproachable demeanor.
"Playing hard to get?"
"After all these years, Miss Chu's methods of seducing men have become even more sophisticated."
Chu Wuyang's expression changed. "Explain yourself clearly!"
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