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Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the French windows, falling on the white sheets at the foot of the bed and slowly creeping upwards.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The bedroom in the presidential suite was so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard.

Xiao Yuqing lay sprawled on Li Yichen, her left arm across his chest, her right leg draped over his waist, and her head buried between his neck and shoulder.

Its posture is just like that of an octopus.

It's still the kind of octopus that clings to its prey and refuses to let go.

Li Yichen lay beneath her, eyes closed, breathing steadily, mouth slightly open, looking completely unfazed. He had been up all night and was utterly exhausted; now he was sleeping like a log.

The sunlight continued to climb higher.

It crawled over the blanket, over Xiao Yuqing's exposed shoulder, and finally stopped on her eyelids.

It's warm. A little prickly.

Xiao Yuqing's eyelid twitched.

It jumped again.

Then, slowly, little by little, it was lifted.

What met my eyes was an unfamiliar ceiling.

The warm yellow LED strip was embedded in the recessed groove. It wasn't turned on, but the daytime light streamed in from the window, illuminating the entire room.

The ceiling is very high.

It wasn't the ceiling of her rented apartment that she could touch with her hand.

Xiao Yuqing's mind went blank for three seconds.

She lowered her head.

A man's chin was right in front of her. A layer of bluish stubble appeared on his chin, and his Adam's apple rose and fell slightly.

Look down again.

Her arm was draped over the man's chest.

Her legs were draped over the man's waist.

She wasn't wearing any clothes.

He wasn't wearing any either.

Xiao Yuqing's brain went blank, as if someone had hit her temple with a hammer.

Fragments of last night's memories flooded back—red wine, lobster, Lafite, the night view outside the French windows, him placing her on the bed, her wrapping her arms around his neck—

"Let me experience what it's like to be kept."

That sentence exploded in my mind.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

Xiao Yuqing's pupils dilated.

As for Li Yichen, he was still fast asleep. His breathing was deep and even, and his face clearly said, "Don't bother me, I'm feeling very comfortable."

"ah----!"

A scream rang out in the bedroom of the presidential suite.

It has extremely strong penetrating power.

Even with the best soundproofing on the 66th floor, that shout was enough to startle the cleaning lady passing by in the corridor.

Li Yichen sprang up from the bed.

His heart was pounding, and his adrenaline was pumping. He thought there was a fire, an earthquake, or someone had broken down the door.

Open your eyes.

Xiao Yuqing sat on the other end of the bed, wrapped tightly in the blanket, with only her head showing. Her ponytail was long gone, and her hair was tangled messily over her shoulders. Her makeup from last night was completely ruined, and her eyeliner had smudged into two panda eyes.

But none of that matters.

What's important is her expression.

Those round, bright eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, and his face screamed three words—You're finished.

"Little Li".

Her voice was very low, so low it trembled.

"Shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation?"

Every word was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Looking at her murderous expression, Li Yichen's head throbbed. Not out of fear, but because his temples were throbbing. The hangover was kicking in.

Explanation?

Explain what?

Last night's scene flashed through my mind on fast forward—she wrapped her arms around his neck, their noses touching, and said, "Come on, let me taste what it's like to be kept."

She struck first.

But saying this now is no different from adding fuel to the fire.

He racked his brains for three seconds but couldn't come up with any clever words.

Okay, let's just tell the truth.

Li Yichen looked up at Xiao Yuqing and forced an awkward but sincere smile.

"Yuqing... this really isn't my fault."

Xiao Yuqing narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You were the one who initiated it last night."

Xiao Yuqing pursed her lips.

"Besides, facing a stunning beauty like you—" Li Yichen shrugged, looking completely innocent, "which normal man could resist? You're asking me to resist? Aren't you putting me in a difficult position?"

Xiao Yuqing's face went from white to red, then from red to purple. She opened her mouth twice, but couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

Because she remembered.

I remember everything.

She definitely started it.

She even said something that could kill someone.

Seeing her look like she wanted to get angry but also felt guilty, Li Yichen suddenly relaxed.

His mouth twitched slightly to one side.

"Besides—"

His tone suddenly changed, and he leaned forward slightly, staring at Xiao Yuqing.

"Didn't we agree on this last night?"

Xiao Yuqing was stunned.

"I'll take care of you from now on." Li Yichen said each word clearly, a smile spreading across his face, tinged with a roguish charm. "You can't go back on your word now, beautiful Xiao."

Xiao Yuqing's mind exploded again.

Take her in?

Did she say something like that last night?

No, last night she said, "Let me experience what it's like to be kept," and then... and then he really did...

It's over.

Utterly finished.

Xiao Yuqing's words caught in her throat. She wanted to call him shameless, but the source of her shamelessness was herself. She wanted to say that it was all drunken nonsense and didn't count, but the fact was undeniable—the aches and pains in her body couldn't be faked.

She glared fiercely at Li Yichen.

That glance held shame, embarrassment, and something else that was hard to define.

Li Yichen looked at her reddened eyes, and his smile slowly faded.

He sat up straight and looked at Xiao Yuqing.

"Yuqing".

It's not "Xiao the Great Beauty", not "Xiao Yuqing", and not "Feed".

It means "rain clears up".

"Don't worry." His voice slowed, becoming deep and steady. "Since I said I'd take care of you, I will."

It paused for a moment.

"From now on, you'll be with me."

Six characters.

The bedroom fell silent.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, spreading across the white sheets between the two people.

Xiao Yuqing looked at Li Yichen.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and he had a bluish stubble on his chin. He was only wrapped in half a blanket. But when he said those words, his eyes were serious. It wasn't a joke, not a tease, not the kind of lighthearted banter he had in college.

The image of those two little figures from last night popped into her mind again.

But this time, the one with the high ponytail didn't appear.

The guy with the loose hair, legs crossed, chewing gum, raised an eyebrow at her.

"Sister, do I even need to say that?"

Xiao Yuqing lowered her eyes.

She thought about last night. She thought about the hug she had taken the initiative to give, the warmth of the blankets, and all those messy details that, when she thought about them now, made her face burn like an egg.

He was her first.

This fact weighs heavily on my heart, and I can't get around it.

And to be honest—

She didn't dislike him.

I've never disliked it since college.

Xiao Yuqing looked up and met Li Yichen's gaze for two seconds.

Then, slowly and almost imperceptibly, he nodded.

The amplitude was so small as to be negligible. But Li Yichen saw it.

His entire expression changed.

The seriousness that had been held back vanished in an instant, replaced by an irrepressible laugh.

Then he pounced on him.

"you--!"

Xiao Yuqing's next sentence was cut off.

The blanket was thrown to the floor, and the pillow flew off the bed.

-

An hour later.

The two leaned against the headboard, shoulder to shoulder.

Xiao Yuqing's hair was even more disheveled than before, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked like she had just been pulled out of the water. She turned to the side and patted Li Yichen's chest with her palm.

It's not heavy, and it has a coquettish quality to it.

"Little Li, I didn't realize it back in school."

She snorted.

"You actually have the potential to be a scumbag."

Li Yichen chuckled twice but didn't reply.

He muttered to himself, "Even if I wanted to be a scumbag back then, the circumstances wouldn't have allowed it." His monthly allowance was 1200 yuan, and he had to be very careful with his meals in the cafeteria. Pursuing a girl? He'd have to rummage through his pockets to scrape together enough coins to buy her a cup of milk tea.

Now the conditions allow.

You can't help but be a scumbag.

"Gurgle—"

A faint sound came from Xiao Yuqing's direction.

Both of them lowered their heads at the same time.

Xiao Yuqing's stomach growled again, louder than before.

Her entire face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

Li Yichen reached out and gently patted her stomach.

"Are you hungry? Get up, I'll have the housekeeper bring some food up."

Xiao Yuqing hummed in agreement, sat up from under the covers, and reached for the clothes on the chair next to the bed.

He had just reached out his hand when he froze.

Li Yichen sat right next to her, his eyes fixed on her, not moving an inch.

"You—you turn around!"

She pulled the blanket over herself and her voice became half an octave higher.

Li Yichen didn't move.

That smile on his face is just asking for a beating.

"Yuqing, we're already like this, what are we still avoiding?"

As he spoke, he reached back on the chair and took her clothes.

"Here, let me help you put it on."

Xiao Yuqing wanted to refuse, but Li Yichen had already moved closer.

He supported her back with one hand and used the other to pull her clothes onto her body. When his fingers touched her shoulder, they restlessly brushed against her collarbone.

"Li Yichen!"

"Don't move, don't move, it'll be done soon."

He pinched her waist again.

Xiao Yuqing's face was flushed crimson. She bit her lip to keep quiet, her ears burning hot.

After five minutes of fussing, the two of them finally got dressed.

Li Yichen reached for the landline phone on the bedside table and dialed the number.

I answered it after it rang once.

"Hello sir, this is the presidential suite butler at your service."

"Bring up some breakfast. Both Chinese and Western options, please. Also—"

Li Yichen glanced at the bed.

There was a faint red stain on the white bed sheet.

He looked away, his voice unchanged.

"Send over some more blood-nourishing foods. Red dates and white fungus are fine."

There was a half-second pause on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, sir, I'll prepare it for you right away."

Li Yichen hung up the phone and turned his head away.

Xiao Yuqing was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Morning light streamed in through the window on the sixty-sixth floor, casting a thin glow on her silhouette. Her hair was loose, untied, and hung down her shoulders. She was wearing the same shirt from last night, the hem wrinkled, but it made her look good no matter what.