The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The contract termination went more smoothly than expected.

When the manager saw that Shen Chonglu had come in person, the lawyer placed the checkbook on the table and signed it without much further ado.

Song Yunxun stood by and watched them negotiate, remaining silent throughout. Only when she finally received her own termination contract did she gently rub her fingers on the paper, as if she were clutching something precious.

The manager took two bottles of mineral water from the small refrigerator, unscrewed one and handed it to Shen Chonglu, and gave the other to Song Yunxun.

Shen Chonglu took the drink and drank a couple of sips. He then explained the follow-up procedures to the lawyer before leading Song Yunxun out.

The dim light in the corridor shone on the carpet, casting long, blurry shadows.

"Brother Shen, my stomach is a little upset, I need to go to the restroom."

Shen Chonglu glanced at the signpost at the end of the road and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you at the elevator."

Song Yunxun responded and turned to walk deeper into the area.

His steps were light, and as he turned the corner, his profile flashed briefly in the light, the smile on his lips disappearing around the corner before he could even retract it.

Shen Chonglu leaned against the elevator entrance, bored out of his mind. He took out his phone and sent a message to Song Yunqi, wanting to show off: [All done, going home right away, want my wife to praise me~]

After sending the message, I stared at the screen for a few seconds, but received no reply.

He dejectedly put his phone away and glanced up in the direction of the corridor.

The restroom signs were lit up in green, and the corridor was very quiet, with no guests or staff.

Ten minutes have passed.

Shen Chonglu changed his posture and tapped the side of his phone twice with his finger, but there was no reply on WeChat.

At the end of the corridor, the bathroom door was also tightly closed, and there was no sound.

twenty minutes.

The man frowned, anxious to get home to his wife, and began to get impatient. He straightened up and walked deeper into the corridor.

The hallway outside the restroom was even darker, with only a single overhead spotlight emitting a warm, yellowish glow. Shen Chonglu walked to the restroom door and knocked twice.

"Song Yunxun?"

no respond.

He knocked twice more, this time with more force: "Are you in there?"

After a few seconds of silence, a muffled response came from deep within the cubicle: "...Here."

The voice sounded weak and nasal; something didn't seem right.

Shen Chonglu frowned, pushed open the door, and walked inside.

The lights in the bathroom were brighter than those in the hallway; the incandescent bulbs shone on the light-colored tiles, creating a glaring reflection.

The mirror in front of the sink reflected the man's tall and slender figure. He looked around and saw that all the stall doors were open and empty, except for the innermost one, which was ajar with a crack in the door.

"Song Yunxun, are you alright?"

Thinking something had happened, he quickly went over.

Song Yunxun was squatting on the floor in the innermost corner of the cubicle, hugging her knees with both hands. Her shirt collar was ripped open, revealing a large area of ​​her collarbone and chest.

His cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, his forehead was covered in fine sweat, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was shallow and rapid. When he heard the door open, he looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and wet.

"Brother Shen..." His voice trembled, as if he was holding back something.

"I... feel so bad, please hug me..."

This is very unusual.

Shen Chonglu was furious that someone dared to do something under his nose. He was worried that Song Yunxi would blame him for not protecting Song Yunxun, so he quickly reached out to help her up.

The moment he stepped into the stall, a very faint, sweet smell entered his nostrils, mingling with the original smell of disinfectant in the restroom, almost imperceptible.

Before he could even identify what it was, a sudden heat surged in his chest, growing stronger and stronger, quickly spreading to his shoulders, back, waist, and finally converging in his lower abdomen, intensifying as it went on.

There's something wrong with the water...

Shen Chonglu's hand froze in mid-air as he gripped the door frame, panting heavily.

The bottle of mineral water that the manager handed him had a faint damp mark around the neck when it was unscrewed. He didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, the cap had clearly been unscrewed and then put back on beforehand.

His breathing suddenly became heavy, and his vision began to blur. In front of him, Song Yunxun was squatting in the corner, her clothes disheveled, looking up at him. Her face, which resembled Song Yunqi's by five or six points, swayed blurrily in the dim light.

"Brother Shen, what's wrong?"

Song Yunxun stood up, walked unsteadily towards him, and reached out to support his arm.

"Your face is so red..."

Shen Chonglu abruptly withdrew his hand, took a step back, and bumped his lower back against the cubicle door.

My head was buzzing; it wasn't a good thing for two people who had been drugged to be alone together.

He was a married man and couldn't do anything to betray his wife and children, especially since Song Yunxun was his wife's younger brother...

He leaned against the door frame, trying to walk out, but his legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step he took caused a tightness in his lower body.

"Brother Shen, don't go..."

Song Yunxun followed, her voice trembling with tears. She placed her hand on his forearm, her fingertips warm, and the small area of ​​skin she touched quickly cooled down, leaving a tingling sensation.

Shen Chonglu shoved him away with such force that Song Yunxun stumbled back two steps and bumped into the side wall of the cubicle.

"Don't touch me." The man's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to move out.

The bathroom door was just a few steps away. The light from the incandescent bulb shone through the crack in the door, illuminating the back of his hand. He clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm.

Song Yunxun leaned in again, this time pressing his back against Song Yunxun's, wrapping his arms around Song Yunxun's waist, burying his face between Song Yunxun's shoulder blades, and breathing rapidly onto the back of Song Yunxun's neck.

"Brother Shen, I feel unwell..."

The boy's voice, muffled by the fabric, had a sticky, nasal quality: "Please help me..."

Shen Chonglu suddenly turned around, grabbed Song Yunxun by the collar, and pulled him off his body.

"Do you even know what you're doing?! Wake up! I'm calling for help right now. You're Yunqi's brother, I'm Yunqi's man, I can't do anything to betray him!"

His vision was beginning to blur, and the figure in front of him was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, but he recognized those eyes.

Those eyes resembled Song Yunqi's, yet they weren't quite the same.

Song Yunxi would never look at him like that, never with eyes full of adoration, infatuation, or greed...

He released his grip, pushed Song Yunxun aside, and staggered out.

Every step felt like walking on cotton, the heat in his lower abdomen spreading to his limbs and bones. He bit his lower lip until it bled, the metallic taste filling his mouth, barely keeping him conscious.

He slammed open the bathroom door, letting in the dim light from the corridor. He leaned against the wall and moved toward the elevator, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the floor.

Song Yunxun chased after him from behind, her steps faster than his. Before he could reach for the elevator button, she stepped in front of him, her back against the elevator door. She looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed, her lips pursed, her whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"Brother Shen, don't go..."

His voice lowered, choked with sobs and pleading: "What will I do if you leave...?"

Shen Chonglu leaned against the wall, his knuckles turning white, his chest heaving violently.

He stared at the face in front of him, a face that was similar to Song Yunqi's yet completely different. He squeezed out a few words, filled with suppressed anger and restraint.

"Get out of the way."

"The lawyer is downstairs. Once we get down, he can take us to the hospital."

Song Yunxun didn't move. Instead, she took half a step forward, tilted her head back, and her lips almost touched his chin.