After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

"Ding! Warning! Extreme danger!"

In my mind, the system's alarm suddenly blared at the highest decibel level.

Zhu Xun Chuan felt a chill run down his spine. His intuition, honed from years of navigating life-or-death situations, made him suddenly lower his head and slump his shoulders.

But he was still careless.

He defended against poison and frontal attacks, but he couldn't defend against the physical attacks that silently fell from the blind spots of the tree canopy.

call--

A sharp gust of wind whistled past my ear.

boom!

A powerful, heavy blow landed squarely on the back of Zhu Xunchuan's head.

A violent wave of dizziness shot straight to the top of my head. The scene before my eyes shattered into countless afterimages, and my brain severed control over my body.

Even a body with anti-toxic properties cannot withstand a purely physical attack.

Zhu Xun Chuan's legs went weak, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Just a second before his vision was completely plunged into darkness, he saw a pair of impeccably clean white shoes come to a stop in front of him with light, graceful steps.

Following the white sneakers upwards, there's a section of calf encased in white over-the-knee socks. The lines are sculpted, radiating youthful energy.

Above that was a red and white checkered pleated skirt.

A girl with a high ponytail squatted down.

She was beautiful with delicate features, and her natural face, devoid of any makeup, exuded an innocent and pure first-love charm.

She was carrying a solid wooden baseball bat, as thick as an adult's arm, in one hand. The top of the bat was even covered with a layer of shock-absorbing foam, clearly to prevent her from hitting someone to death.

The girl caught Zhu Xun Chuan's falling body steadily.

She turned her head to look at Zhu Xun Chuan's unfocused eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Brother Chuan." The girl's voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of mischievous cunning. "Times have changed. All those fancy drugging methods are too troublesome. My backup plan is much more effective."

Zhu Xun Chuan wanted to curse, but his vocal cords could no longer produce any sound.

Darkness surged in like a tide, completely engulfing his consciousness.

……

I don't know how much time has passed.

A dull pain in the back of his head, accompanied by a strange, soft touch, pulled Zhu Xun Chuan out of his coma.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

There were no glaring lights.

As far as the eye can see, luxurious European-style crystal chandeliers emit an ambiguous pink-gold halo.

Zhu Xun Chuan moved slightly, feeling a slight stinging pain on the back of his head. He reached up and touched it, finding that the wound had been properly bandaged with highly professional medical gauze, even tied in a neat bow.

He lay on a large, almost exaggeratedly large, velvet bed.

But what truly made his heart race was the chill that emanated from his body.

The bespoke suits, shirts, belts, and even the underwear had all vanished.

He wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing! Completely naked!

The dull pain at the back of my head, accompanied by extreme fatigue deep within my nerves, slowly tore through the heavy darkness.

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly opened his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, there were no glaring incandescent lights, only an extravagantly designed European-style crystal chandelier, emitting an extremely ambiguous pink-gold halo.

The air was filled with a rich scent of rose essential oil, but this expensive fragrance couldn't overpower the glaring, decadent atmosphere that clung to the room after a passionate, intimate encounter.

He tried to raise his hand to rub his temples, but before he could finish the movement, a sudden, intense soreness came from the end of his lumbar spine.

"hiss--"

Zhu Xun Chuan gasped, his movements frozen in mid-air.

This was an extremely rare form of physical exhaustion. Since being bound to the system, having his physical abilities enhanced by basic potions, and having survived Hell Week with the Dragon Fang Special Forces, his physical condition was already at the level of a newly formed humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex. Let alone staying up all night, he could even run 30 kilometers with a heavy load without breaking a sweat.

But now, he felt as if his kidneys had been pumped continuously for three days and three nights, leaving him feeling empty and tight.

In my mind, fragmented memories began to be forcibly pieced together as shattered images.

There was no resistance, no counterattack. He only remembered a powerful, heavy blow to the head, and a pair of slender legs encased in white over-the-knee socks. After that, his consciousness drifted into a strange, half-dreaming state.

In that long, seemingly endless dream, he felt himself being tightly enveloped by vast expanses of warm, moist clouds.

The touch was incredibly soft and moist. He couldn't open his eyes or muster any strength, and could only let an intensely tender rhythm repeatedly drag him into the abyss and toss him up to the clouds.

Once, twice, three times...

Zhu Xun Chuan felt a chill run down his spine. He remembered it clearly; the process lasted for several hours. The other person's stamina was practically a perpetual motion machine, driven by a completely irrational madness and morbid obsession, each demand revealing a desperate and ruthless determination.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked down.

He was lying on an enormous, circular waterbed. He wasn't wearing a bespoke suit, a shirt, or even any underwear.

He was completely naked.

What truly made this seemingly effortless "master of balancing" gasp in astonishment was the scene right in the center of the waterbed.

The once pristine white silk sheets were now a mangled mess, covered in messy wrinkles and suspicious water stains. And in the center of those wrinkles, a dark red flower, now faded and dried, was blooming.

It was extremely glaring.

Fallen petals.

Zhu Xun Chuan's pupils contracted slightly. He touched his throbbing lower back and, unusually, swore, "Damn it."

The dignified master of the sea king, the number one campus heartthrob of Peking University, a top hunter who had the richest woman in North China, the executive vice president, the daughter of the municipal party committee, and a top-tier pop star completely at his beck and call, was actually knocked unconscious in the grove on campus and then forcibly dragged to this hotel where he was paid to have sex with them for free?

The key point is, the other party is a complete novice, right?

How could a novice have such incredible fighting power? Even after taking stamina-boosting drugs, I was exhausted and my back and legs were sore. Just how crazy must this yandere obsession be, or did he take some kind of illegal tonic to keep going for four or five hours straight?

Zhu Xun Chuan threw back the covers, enduring the soreness in his lower back as he rolled out of bed. Barefoot on the carpet, he quickly looked around.

His clothes were neatly folded and placed on the leather armchair beside him. There were no signs of disturbance, and his cell phone, wallet, and even the twelve million Patek Philippe Nautilus watch in his pocket were all intact.

The other party is not after money.

This makes things even more chilling. Not after money, but only after her body, and the methods are so ruthless and decisive, a direct physical attack.

Zhu Xun Chuan put on his trousers and was about to grab his shirt when his gaze suddenly stopped on the bedside table.

There was a glass of lukewarm water that had cooled down, with a pink heart-shaped sticky note on top of it.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked over and picked up the note with two fingers. The paper had a faint fragrance, and the handwriting was delicate and rounded, showing a distinct student-like quality.