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

Two bodyguards, each 1.9 meters tall, dressed in black, gripped Zhu Xun Chuan's arms tightly with their iron-like hands.

There were no pleasantries exchanged in the elevator lobby, no polite gestures of leading the way. The two men simply supported him and strode through the corridor covered with thick wool carpets. Medieval weapons hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and a suffocating sense of dread permeated the air on the top floor.

We walked to the end of the road and stood before the double doors made of sandalwood.

The bodyguard on the left released his grip and stepped forward to push open the door. The bodyguard on the right gave Zhu Xun Chuan a hard shove from behind, shoving him into the room.

"Bang."

The heavy door slammed shut behind me, the sound of the lock clicking particularly jarring in the silence.

This is a top-tier luxury suite with an area of ​​at least 300 square meters. The main lights are not on; the only sources of light are the dazzling neon lights of Kyoto streaming in through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows and a few wall lamps emitting a dim red glow next to the wine cabinet.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of top-quality red wine, mixed with a highly aggressive scent of rose perfume.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood in the entryway, rubbing his arm, which was sore from being pinched by the bodyguard, and looked through the dimly lit living room.

A woman stood in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window.

She had her back to him. She was wearing a burgundy silk cheongsam. The fabric clung to her figure, perfectly outlining her exaggeratedly perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

The cheongsam had a high slit, and as she stood, a large expanse of her dazzlingly white skin on her right leg was exposed to the air, creating a strong visual impact against the wine-red silk.

She held a stemmed glass in her hand, with a little scarlet liquid remaining at the bottom.

"I'm nine minutes late."

Jiang Yao's voice echoed in the dimly lit suite. Gone was her usual soft, coquettish tone; it was cold as a blade chilled to the bone.

She didn't turn around, but just gently flicked her wrist, leaving streaks of blood-red tears on the glass of red wine.

"There's a bit of traffic on the way," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly, taking two steps forward. "Miss Jiang's bodyguards are quite responsible, but they're a bit strong."

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Yao turned around.

Her stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, but the ferocity in her eyes was almost palpable. She was barefoot, her two snow-white feet treading on the dark gray shag carpet.

"Snapped!"

She suddenly raised her hand and slammed the crystal goblet in her hand heavily onto the solid wood bar table next to her.

Glass shards flew everywhere, and crimson wine dripped down the table.

Jiang Yao stepped over the edge of the broken glass, approaching Zhu Xun Chuan step by step. She walked slowly, the hem of her wine-red cheongsam swaying with her movements, her fair thighs faintly visible in the dim light.

He stopped in front of Zhu Xun Chuan. The distance between them was less than half a meter.

She tilted her chin up, her nostrils flaring slightly, and a dangerously sickly glint flashed across her face, a face that could drive any man mad.

"Traffic jam?"

Jiang Yao let out a cold laugh. She suddenly reached out, her long, red-painted nails pressing directly against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest, sliding down the fabric of his shirt little by little, finally stopping above his belt buckle.

"Can being stuck in traffic really make you smell like white tea?"

Her fingernails dug into Zhu Xun Chuan's abs through the fabric, her eyes fixed on his.

"Brother Chuan, who were you stuck in traffic in for those ten minutes? This white tea smells really high-class. What, is that woman's legs longer than mine, or is she prettier than me?"

The air froze instantly.

Jiang Yao's controlling nature and obsessive-compulsive tendencies erupted completely at this moment. If Zhu Xun Chuan dared to utter a single wrong word, the two 1.9-meter-tall bodyguards outside would burst in at any moment.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his eyes and looked at the red fingernail pressed against his waist.

He didn't back down, and he didn't even change the frequency of his breathing.

next second.

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly took a step forward.

Ignoring the threat of Jiang Yao's fingernails, he grabbed her slender waist with his right hand. The smoothness of the silk and the warmth of her skin touched him. He suddenly exerted force and pulled Jiang Yao forward.

Jiang Yao was surprised that he dared to fight back, and she cried out in surprise, staggering backward.

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed closer and closer, forcing her back to the huge solid wood wine cabinet.

"Bang."

Jiang Yao's back slammed heavily against the glass door of the wine cabinet.

Before she could react, Zhu Xun Chuan's tall body was already pressed tightly against hers. His left hand was on the glass of the liquor cabinet next to Jiang Yao's ear, while his right hand was still tightly gripping her waist, pressing their bodies together without any gap.

The curves beneath the cheongsam clung perfectly to his casual trousers.

"Are you crazy!" Jiang Yao's eyes widened, and she pushed against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest with both hands, trying to push him away.

"I'm not crazy."

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, his voice deep and domineering.

"Are you a dog? You can even smell the brand of perfume. It smells like one of your classmates' perfumes. With so many people in the classroom, what's so strange about picking up a little bit of their scent?"

He offered an excuse, giving her no time to think it through.

"Don't talk to me like you're interrogating a prisoner. I came all this way not to listen to you throw a tantrum."

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes were as deep as a well, directly suppressing the fierceness in Jiang Yao's eyes.

"you……"

Jiang Yao opened her mouth, stunned by the absolute masculine pressure. From childhood to adulthood, everyone around her had been subservient to her, only Zhu Xun Chuan dared to confront her in such a commanding tone.

Her hands were still pressed against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest, but the strength of her resistance had completely disappeared.

She bit her full red lips, staring at Zhu Xun Chuan's face, which was so close to hers.

Suddenly, the cold ruthlessness in her eyes shattered, turning into a pool of aggrieved tears.

"You yelled at me..."

Jiang Yao's voice softened instantly, filled with a thick nasal tone and an undisguised vulnerability.

She gave up struggling, her hands naturally wrapping around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, burying her face deeply in the crook of his neck. Her hot breath hit the side of his neck, and her body even trembled slightly.

Do you know what I went through today?

Jiang Yao's voice was hoarse, muffled by his clothes.

"In order to be able to see you tonight, I overturned the table with my old man this afternoon."

Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers paused briefly at her waist.

Jiang Ting, the head of the Jiang family. The man nicknamed "King of the North," who controls half of the gray areas of Kyoto.

"The old man sent people to investigate your background. He said you're just a poor student, not good enough for me, and he even wants to lock me up in solitary confinement and send people to cause trouble for you at the school."

Jiang Yao's fingers were digging tightly into the back of Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, as if she was afraid he would disappear if she let go.

"I smashed the antique vase in front of several of his hall masters. I told him, 'If anyone dares to touch a hair on your head, I'll burn down the entire Jiang family's halls.'"

She looked up at Zhu Xunchuan, her eyes red-rimmed.

"I'd give up my life for you, and you came in smelling like another woman, and you were even mean to me. How could I not be angry?"

At this moment, Jiang Yao had lost all the swagger of a triad heiress. She was just a little girl, abandoned by everyone because of her beloved, and desperately insecure. She showed all her thorns to others, but revealed her most vulnerable side to him.

Looking at her reddened eyes, Zhu Xun Chuan's annoyance at being questioned vanished instantly.

She's another one with a level 10 obsession with love; when it takes hold, it's truly heartbreaking.

He sighed.

She withdrew her left hand, which had been resting on the wine cabinet, and gently wiped away a bit of moisture from the corner of her eye with her thumb.

"Silly girl."

Zhu Xunchuan's voice softened completely.

His right hand, without hesitation, slipped inside the astonishingly high slit of the cheongsam. His fingers directly touched the cool, smooth skin of her thigh.

Jiang Yao trembled and instinctively squeezed her legs together, but she did not push his hands away.

"Since you went through so much trouble for me, why didn't you just say so earlier?"

Zhu Xun Chuan's palm rested on the edge of her thigh, slowly caressing upwards, feeling its amazing elasticity and tightness. He lowered his head, his lips close to her earlobe, his voice filled with a seductive magnetism and a hint of mischief.

"I'll take care of things with the old man, no matter what. But tonight, it's my turn to serve you. I promise I'll make you forget all your worries."

The heat seeped into Jiang Yao's body through her ears, instantly turning her earlobes bright red.

Her body's defenses completely crumbled under that sweet word and unrestrained caresses.

"Your mouth... it'll deceive people to death sooner or later."

Jiang Yao gave a coquettish rebuke, her body going limp in Zhu Xun Chuan's arms. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and prepared to receive the long-awaited kiss.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, just about to kiss those full, red lips.

Sudden.

"Click".

A very faint metallic spring-like sound rang out between the two bodies pressed tightly together.

Zhu Xunchuan froze.

He lowered his head.

Jiang Yao pulled out her silver butterfly knife, which she never parted with, from behind her at some point.

One of her hands softly hooked around his neck.

His other hand gripped the knife handle.

The cold back of the blade sliced ​​down Zhu Xun Chuan's abdominal muscles.

Finally, the hilt of the knife tapped lightly against the metal buckle of his belt, producing a crisp "clang."

Jiang Yao opened her eyes.

A hint of sickly sweetness rekindled in her watery eyes. She bit her red lips, used the tip of her knife to pry open the edge of her belt buckle, and smiled with a seductive yet dangerous air.

"Serve me? Sure."

Jiang Yao breathed softly into his ear.

"But if your service tonight doesn't satisfy me, or if I find out you're still thinking about other women..."

The butterfly knife spun half a circle around the belt buckle, the blade resting against the belt.

"This thing doesn't recognize people."