Where is this?!
The moment Nan Yu opened her eyes, the first thing she saw wasn’t the pale ceiling of a hospital, but a gorgeous, exquisite chandelier.
Expensive crystals refracted a dazzling array of light, making her brain dizzy for an instant.
A hotel…
“Awake?” came an unfamiliar male voice.
Someone’s here!!
Nan Yu’s gaze snapped over!
She was shocked to discover that she could move. Propping herself up, she sat—ever since the car accident seven years ago had left her completely paralyzed, this was the first time she’d felt in control of her own body.
But that wasn’t the point!
The point was—
Where was she?
And who was this man wrapped in a bath towel?
He was an incredibly handsome man, with deep-set eyes carrying a hint of roguishness, his thin lips curved in a faint smile.
He walked out of the bathroom, his slightly long hair dripping water onto his firm chest, the droplets sliding down along smooth, beautiful lines before disappearing into dangerous territory.
“!”
Why was there a half-naked man walking out of the bathroom!!
“Why do you look so confused?”
The man walked toward her with a smile, his grin carrying a comfortable sort of malice.
“Forgot what you did?”
Nan Yu’s mind went completely blank.
One second ago she’d been in the hospital; she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was here. She was utterly baffled.
What on earth was going on!!
She glanced down at her disheveled clothes, then at the half-naked man in front of her.
A scene of unmistakable intimacy. Nan Yu pinched her own hand, and the pain brought her clarity.
Not a dream—
Then where was she?
Who was this strange man?
The man had already closed in right in front of her.
The soft bed dipped at one corner as he leaned over her, so close that Nan Yu could clearly see the mole on his collarbone.
The fresh scent of body wash mingled with the man’s intense hormones, enveloping Nan Yu.
Her delicate chin was tilted upward.
“Shall I help you remember?”
Nan Yu sized up the unfamiliar room from the corner of her eye—the ambiguous, hazy atmosphere. Her professional instincts as a two-time Best Actress winner allowed her to quickly calm down.
She subtly pushed the man’s hand away, acting while extracting useful information from him.
“Sure, go ahead then.”
Her slender, fair fingers rose halfway, about to touch the man’s chest—the lines of his body were truly gorgeous, like a model’s physique.
But before Nan Yu could make contact, he dodged away with remarkable speed and quick reflexes.
Nan Yu’s eyes flickered, but after only a moment she was back to normal, smiling coquettishly.
“You saw it and still don’t understand?”
The man gave a cold snort, as if startled by Nan Yu’s earlier movement, and quickly rose to his feet, backing up two steps.
As if he’d measured out a safe distance, he stood two meters away near the head of the bed, leaning against the edge of the table with his arms crossed, looking down at her condescendingly.
“You woke up in my bed, and I just finished showering. Is there anything else you need to ask?”
Uh, wait!
—What kind of cheesy primetime drama plot was this?
Drunken one-night stand.
The man’s smile turned wicked: “We’re both adults. You brought alcohol to my room, we drank, and something happened. Isn’t that perfectly normal?”
He kicked the glass bottle at his feet, which clinked with crisp collisions.
Nan Yu pressed her brows together—she more or less understood the situation now.
She had probably… entered some unknown world.
She’d seen this kind of plot in novels—it could roughly be called: book transmigration!
“What, you’re trying to deny it?”
The man’s cool voice sounded again, carrying a barely concealed maliciousness.
Nan Yu suppressed the uncertainty churning in her heart, her face showing nothing but casual composure: “Don’t tell me you think I actually forgot?”
This kid was clearly lying.
Although the scene was extremely suggestive—she had woken up on the bed half-dressed, and this man had just come out of the bathroom after a shower—it looked exactly like the aftermath of something.
But just now, when she had tried to touch him, he had dodged away quickly, as if afraid of being contaminated by something filthy. Clearly, that was completely at odds with what he was saying.
The smile at the corner of the man’s mouth stiffened.
Just as she thought!
Nan Yu had known nothing happened. She had deliberately tricked him, never taking her eyes off his expression for a second—and that moment of stiffness was instantly caught by her.
She relaxed inwardly. As long as nothing happened, it was fine.
The man in front of her didn’t look very old; the proud, untamed spirit between his brows was impossible to hide. Just a little kid, really. Nan Yu didn’t like this type.
The man was about to offer some excuse when there was a knock on the hotel room door.
Nan Yu turned her head to look toward the entryway. The kid, wearing nothing but a bath towel, went to open the door.
She rolled off the bed. Scattered by its side were clothes and jewelry.
She was the only woman in this room. From what the kid had said just now, this was his room—and with a woman’s belongings here, the owner was obvious.
Apparently, this character was rich.
Nan Yu bent down to pick up her clothes. What came into view were her own slender, fair fingers—remarkably nimble.
She had almost forgotten what it felt like to control a body, but this one was very healthy. At least, on the surface it was.
Nan Yu rapidly absorbed all this information, and then the kid’s teasing, laughing voice reached her ears.
“Oh my, Best Actor Shen himself! Come in, come in!”
Another voice she hadn’t heard before sounded—deep and magnetic: “The director sent me to get you.”
“No rush on that. Come in here.” The kid’s voice suddenly shifted to that malicious tone, turning languid and suggestive: “Sister Yu, your fiancé is here!”
Nan Yu’s brow suddenly twitched. Her instincts told her this was bad.
She turned her head and locked eyes with another man—a completely different type from the kid.
Unlike the kid’s soaring, high-spirited energy, this man’s features carried a steadiness polished by years. His shirt was buttoned all the way up, cold and austere.
【Shen Shubai. Male. 28 years old. Best Actor.】
A line of text suddenly appeared in Nan Yu’s mind.
For a moment, she didn’t know what shocked her more—the words that had popped up out of nowhere like a computer virus, or the kid’s declaration of “your fiancé.”
Inexplicably, Nan Yu believed the information in that text. Her temples throbbed and throbbed.
This scene—anyone who saw it would find it hard not to jump to conclusions. Nan Yu clutched her clothes and stood up, putting on a calm smile.
“Hi!”
Her fiancé, huh…
Wasn’t this just a full-blown adultery-catching drama scene!!
Nan Yu broke out in a cold sweat. Thankfully, she still had something on—half-dressed, yes, but still decent.
No big deal!
As long as she didn’t panic, she wouldn’t be the one panicking!
It was just being caught by her fiancé in what looked like a scene of a textile-factory worker weaving him a green hat! Don’t panic! I can talk my way out of this!
Shen Shubai frowned, his gaze skirting away from the expanse of fair skin, his voice full of disgust.
“What are you playing at this time?”
“I—”
The kid answered first.
“It was nothing—just spent last night building a little rapport, that’s all.” He emphasized: “—All night long.”
With words like that, he’d have been better off saying nothing at all!
“No, wait! Hear me out—let me explain… I mean, let me explain!”