The sweet aroma of red wine instantly spread across Si Tian's palate.
Along with it came an utterly unfamiliar sensation of touch and the scent of a man.
Si Tian's eyes flew wide open.
She had never imagined that Zhou Si would give her wine in this manner.
Her throat bobbed as she was forced to swallow every drop of the red wine he transferred to her mouth.
But even after the wine went down, the intense masculine aura swept over her like a tidal wave.
He kept his eyes half-lidded, staring intently at her face.
As if savoring the look of prey being captured.
Her lips were still held by his, and now she was being watched like this.
The aggression in his gaze was overwhelming, leaving her at a loss.
Her hand, which had been resting on his neck, unconsciously tightened, her fingers pressing harder into his throat.
Zhou Si's brow visibly furrowed, as if in pain.
Seeing this, Si Tian quickly pulled her hand away.
But the moment she withdrew it, the man grabbed it and pressed it back.
He released her lips, his gaze darkening. "If you like this, you can use a bit more force."
With that, his calloused palm guided her hand, pressing down harder.
Si Tian thought, "?!"
He meant the force on his neck?!
Si Tian curled her fingertips, her cheeks burning slightly. "I don't have that kind of kink."
Zhou Si's voice was low and hoarse. "I do."
The moment he spoke, his large hand moved from her jaw down to grip her slender neck instead.
Si Tian felt her neck tighten, and before she could react, his thin lips pressed down on hers again.
Between kisses, he murmured vaguely, "Close your eyes."
This time, it wasn't like before—a light kiss meant to pass wine.
Instead, he directly pried open her lips and teeth, sweeping through like a violent storm.
The wine Zhou Si had given her moments ago wasn't much, but for some reason, Si Tian felt it going straight to her head, leaving her completely dizzy.
She even obediently closed her eyes…
Before long, the entire room felt like it was on fire.
Stuffy and sticky…
Si Tian felt as if she were inside an alchemy furnace, turned into a single pill, tossed and turned relentlessly.
The man seemed to have inexhaustible energy.
Especially when he learned that she had never actually been intimate with Shen Yifan—she clearly saw a violent surge churning in the depths of his eyes.
It seemed deeper and more turbulent than the sea in the dead of night.
Si Tian couldn't understand it; she only felt a creeping dread.
The sense of oppression was simply too strong.
It was as if the giant wave could crash down at any moment, swallowing her whole.
Not giving her the slightest chance to surface.
But she had no time to think—the man's actions yanked her thoughts back.
"Thinking about another man at a time like this? Am I not working hard enough?"
Hearing this, Si Tian snapped back to reality.
She looked up and met Zhou Si's eyes—drenched in desire, dark and unfathomable.
His thick, powerful hands braced on either side of her, the man lowered his head, gazing deeply at her.
Si Tian's heart skipped a beat. She was just about to explain, "I didn't—mmph!"
The man's lips descended, possessively and forcefully claiming her breath…
Next door.
Shen Yifan and Si Rou had just finished, both reclining in the bathtub.
Si Rou lay on Shen Yifan's chest, eyes lowered. "Once we walk out of this hotel, let's pretend tonight never happened."
Hearing her words, Shen Yifan gritted his teeth. "Even now, you still want to push me away?"
At this, Si Rou quickly lifted her head, her voice urgent. "No, it's just—if we keep this up, we'll both be betraying Tian."
Shen Yifan fell silent, his hand gripping the edge of the tub tightly.
Seeing this, unease crept into Si Rou's heart.
After all, she had been separated from Shen Yifan for six years.
And during those six years, it had always been Si Tian by his side.
When Shen Yifan remained silent, Si Rou took a quiet breath, braced her hands on the tub's edge, and made to rise and leave.
As if triggered by a reflex, Shen Yifan reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. "Where are you going?!"
Seeing his intense reaction, the worry in Si Rou's heart instantly dissolved.
Composing herself, she bit her lip. "Let's just pretend tonight never happened."
The moment she said this, Shen Yifan's grip on her wrist tightened.
He forced out a single sentence from his throat. "I'll handle this. From now on, you will never leave my side again!"
Si Rou paused, then feigned reluctance. "Fine."
The words had barely left her mouth when a muffled sound of a man and woman entangled in struggle came from the next room.
Listening closely, the woman's voice sounded somewhat familiar…