Inside the room, the lighting was hazy and ambiguous, their bodies intertwined.
“Enough… that’s enough…” Ye Fanxing whimpered, her body soft and completely devoid of strength, her voice trembling with a tearful, watery edge.
“There’s still one left.”
The man’s deep, husky voice carried a rare stubbornness and absolute dominance.
His fingers tore open the wrapper.
Ye Fanxing tried to escape, but he pulled her back into his arms with non-negotiable authority.
Fu Jinzhou’s long, well-defined fingers clamped tightly around her narrow, paper-thin waist. Perhaps he pressed too hard, because Ye Fanxing gasped in pain, digging her nails into his back and leaving behind a few fresh claw marks.
Eventually, her voice softened into gentle pants. She raised her slender, snow-white arms and wrapped them around his neck, while his broad palm held her securely in place.
The clock hand jumped from one hour to the next.
The darkness faded into a pale twilight, and as the early winter morning arrived, sunlight gradually filtered through the layer of clouds.
Ye Fanxing slowly woke up. Out of habit, she tried to turn over, but a sharp wave of soreness washed over her body, forcing her to knit her brows as she slowly fluttered her eyes open.
An unfamiliar room. An unfamiliar scent.
It took her a moment to process her surroundings before she finally remembered what had happened last night.
She had slept with a male escort.
Yesterday was her twenty-second birthday. Her family had hosted a luncheon for her in the afternoon, and at night, they booked a grand birthday banquet at a luxury hotel so she and her friends could party freely.
Her best friend, Su Tang, couldn’t make it in time because her flight was delayed. She sent a message saying she had prepared a special surprise and told Fanxing to go “unwrap” her birthday gift by herself.
Fanxing took the elevator up to the 30th floor.
She walked down the hallway and looked around, but none of the doors had room numbers—except for the one at the very end of the corridor, which was left slightly ajar.
That must be it, she thought.
“Birthday gift, here I come!” Whispering to herself at the doorway, she gently pushed the door open.
A dim light glowed inside.
A man draped in a black silk bathrobe stood tall by the floor-to-ceiling window. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impossibly long legs—he looked to be at least 190 centimeters tall.
My birthday gift?
No way… did Su Tang seriously hire a high-end male model for me?
He even showered and wrapped himself in a robe while waiting for me. How thoughtful.
Perhaps hearing the sound of the opening door, Fu Jinzhou turned around unhurriedly. His brows knitted into a subtle frown as his cold eyes swept over the unexpected intruder.
In earlier years, plenty of people had tried stuffing women into his bed, but after witnessing his ruthless, bloodthirsty methods, no one dared to test his limits again.
He certainly hadn’t expected someone to be bold enough to repeat history today.
The girl had a head of silky black hair and wore a cream-white Chanel-style tweed top and skirt combo. Her shoulder line was crisp, her waist impossibly slender, and the hem of her skirt rested right at mid-thigh, revealing a pair of fair, porcelain legs.
This one was different from the women sent in the past.
She looked… somewhat familiar.
Ye Fanxing was sizing him up too.
She really hadn’t expected the quality of this male escort to be this high.
His face was strikingly sculpted with sharp contours. A few loose strands of dark hair casually brushed across his forehead, highlighting his high nose bridge and razor-sharp jawline.
The collar of his bathrobe hung slightly open, exposing the clean, fluid lines of his neck. Beneath the smooth fabric, the firm outline of his chest muscles was faintly visible—even through the soft silk, she could sense his raw, powerful presence.
Tsk, tsk. This face, this physique… he hits every single one of my preferences right on the mark!
A best friend is truly a best friend—she knows me so well!
Still, up until now, the two of them had only joked around verbally. Was she actually going to sleep with him? Wouldn’t that be a little too wild?
Well, I’m already here. If I don’t sleep with him, I’d be letting Su Tang’s efforts go to waste.
Su Tang did say he was fresh, untouched, and clean.
Ye Fanxing swallowed softly, calmly stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.
Fu Jinzhou turned his back to her again. “Leave now, and I won’t hold this against—”
Before he could finish his sentence, a pair of small, delicate hands wrapped around his waist.
Fu Jinzhou’s entire body stiffened.
A voice, sweet and dangerously soft, drifted up from behind him. “You’re so handsome. I really like what I see. Do you have abs? Let me check…”
The man instantly clamped down on her presumptuous hands, his grip so tight it felt like he might snap her wrists.
“Ngh~ that hurts~” Ye Fanxing let out a soft whimper.
She tilted her head up and met a pair of piercingly cold eyes—deep, bottomless, and radiating an overwhelming pressure that warned strangers to stay away.
Yet in Ye Fanxing’s eyes, that icy demeanor only made him look extraordinarily chaste and ridiculously seductive.
Fu Jinzhou looked down at her. “You have a lot of nerve.”
“Of course I do,” Ye Fanxing replied casually.
She was the only daughter of the prominent Ye family, spoiled and doted on by her entire household since childhood. She possessed a natural aura of effortless, high-born confidence and the fearless bravery of someone who had been unconditionally loved all her life. Naturally, she was bold.
Fu Jinzhou’s voice dropped an octave, icy cold. “Get out.”
“You’re so mean,” she murmured, still looking up at him. “But considering how handsome you are, I won’t hold it against you.”
“Well, I will,” Fu Jinzhou replied in a low, frigid tone.
Ye Fanxing blinked. He’s holding a grudge?
I’m the paying customer and I’m not throwing a fit, so what is he getting so worked up about?
She had heard people say that high-end escorts were supposed to be master coaxers who knew how to make women happy. But this guy? Not only did he refuse to pamper her, but he also kept snapping at her.
How ungrateful!
She patted his chest with a soft slap and pouted playfully. “Hurry up and serve me.”
Serve her?
In all his years, no one had ever dared to ask him to serve them.
Fu Jinzhou squeezed her delicate chin, the web between his thumb and index finger tightening as blue veins bulged slightly against the back of his hand. His voice turned dark and dangerous. “Do you even know who I am?”
This male model sure talks a lot.
She had downed a few drinks tonight—not enough to black out, but just enough to be pleasantly tipsy. Floating slightly on an alcohol high, her courage swelled even further.
She looped her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and pressed her soft lips straight onto his.
Fu Jinzhou grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her back against the glass window. Suddenly, something caught his eye, glinting beneath her collar.
This male model wasn’t gentle at all. Just as Ye Fanxing was about to throw a minor tantrum, she noticed his gaze fixed intently on her chest.
She reached out to cover herself, but he was a step ahead, catching the necklace resting against her collarbone.
Ye Fanxing’s pretty brows knitted tightly in displeasure. “Don’t touch my star.”
Fu Jinzhou gently rubbed the unique totem engraved on the star pendant. “Yours? Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure!” Ye Fanxing snatched it back from his grip. “My mom said I’ve been wearing this around my neck ever since I was little.”
Ever since she was little?
Fu Jinzhou’s deep, impenetrable gaze locked onto her face, an indescribable emotion surging beneath the surface of his dark eyes.
Ye Fanxing tucked the necklace back beneath the neckline of her dress. “Forget it. Since you refuse to provide any service, I’m not playing anymore. Just remember to refund the money.”
The moment she turned to leave, a firm hand clamped around her waist and yanked her back.
“I knew you were playing hard to get!” Ye Fanxing giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and leaned in for another kiss.
Her initiative carried a touch of spoiled charm, accompanied by the faint, sweet aroma of wine on her breath.
Fu Jinzhou’s arm around her waist slowly tightened.
Together, they tumbled onto the massive bed.
Ye Fanxing murmured softly, “Time to unwrap my gift.”
She tugged at the tie around his waist, using her fingertips to poke his firm chest muscles before counting his abs one by one.
Fu Jinzhou hovered over her, his breathing turning slightly uneven. “Have you really thought this through?”
Is that even a question?
Su Tang already paid for this!
Ignoring his hesitation, Ye Fanxing clung to him unconditionally.
Fu Jinzhou’s self-control—maintained rigidly for years—shattered completely under her soft, sweet assault.
He reached out, touching the star pendant at her chest once more.
Since you took my token, you were meant to be mine all along.
He hesitated no longer.
Inside the bedroom, the sultry, passionate atmosphere rose rapidly.
And yet…
The moment she realized it was over, Ye Fanxing froze in utter disbelief. “Are you… done already?”
It was only three minutes!
The man lowered his long eyelashes, concealing the turbulent dark storm brewing in his eyes.
Ye Fanxing had always been an understanding person, so she patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Hey, don’t take it too hard. I read online that it’s completely normal for a guy’s first time to end in a flash.”
“An accident. We try again,” Fu Jinzhou’s voice sounded dangerously low and raspy.
And just like that, they went at it again… and again… and again.
Right now, as Ye Fanxing recalled the chaotic, intense scenes from last night, her entire face flushed burning hot.
The room was completely quiet. The man had probably left.
She reached for her phone on the nightstand and glanced at the screen.
There was a text message from Su Tang sent in the middle of the night:
[Babe, I just boarded! My flight lands at 11 AM.]
It was already 10 AM.
Ignoring everything else, Ye Fanxing endured the intense aching all over her body, threw on her clothes, and slipped away immediately.
When Fu Jinzhou returned to the room, all that was left on the grand bed was a tangled heap of sheets.
She ran?
Little liar.