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

Zhu Xun Chuan looked down at the silver blade that gleamed coldly.

"Miss Jiang, if your knife had been two inches lower, your happiness for the rest of your life would have depended entirely on Nanfu batteries." Zhu Xun Chuan said lazily, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

Jiang Yao froze for a second. Realizing the lewdness in his words, her ears instantly turned red. "You pervert!" she gritted her teeth and cursed, her grip on the knife involuntarily loosening slightly.

In that split second, Zhu Xun Chuan's left hand shot out, two fingers precisely gripping her wrist joint, his thumb pressing firmly on an acupoint. Jiang Yao's wrist went numb, and the butterfly knife slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Zhu Xun Chuan caught the hilt of the knife steadily in mid-air with his right hand, his fingers flying to create an extremely beautiful flourish, and with a "click," the blade was sheathed. With a casual flick of his wrist, the butterfly knife traced an arc through the air, landing precisely deep within the leather sofa several meters away.

Before Jiang Yao could react, Zhu Xun Chuan had already bent down, put his hands under her knees and back, and lifted her up in his arms.

"Ah!" Jiang Yao exclaimed in surprise, her legs dangling in the air.

Zhu Xun Chuan strode to the large velvet round bed in the center of the room, loosened his arms, and tossed her onto it.

Jiang Yao sank into the soft mattress. The hem of her wine-red silk cheongsam was lifted up completely by inertia, bunching up at the base of her thighs.

Two long, shapely, snow-white legs were directly exposed to the dim light of the wall lamp. Her hands were propped up at her sides, her long hair was disheveled, and her eyes quickly shifted from surprise to a hazy, feverish look.

The possessiveness of the underworld heiress transformed into a woman's instinct at that moment. She proactively raised her right leg, hooking her jade-like foot around Zhu Xun Chuan's lower back, and pulled him forcefully into her arms.

She had undone two of the buttons on the collar of her cheongsam, revealing large expanses of skin and a deep cleavage that were dazzling under the lights.

"Brother Chuan..." Jiang Yao breathed heavily, her red lips slightly parted, waiting for the storm to break.

Zhu Xun Chuan knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on either side of her ear. He looked at her cold and beautiful face, his gaze sweeping down to her long, slender legs. He didn't unbuckle his belt, nor did he try to pull at her clothes.

He must control his emotions today. Jiang Yao has three reasons not to sleep: one, Jiang family's precious darling; two, Jiang family's precious darling; three, Jiang family's precious darling!

If the smaller head tries to control the larger head now, it's very easy to get trapped! I must stay calm!

Play around as you please, but don't joke about your status as Sister Jiang!

Zhu Xun Chuan straightened up and withdrew from her embrace. He turned and walked into the suite's spacious bathroom.

Jiang Yao lay on the bed, the muscles on the inside of her thighs tense. She bit her lip, fully expecting Zhu Xun Chuan to go take a shower and get ready.

Half a minute later, Zhu Xunchuan came out. He was still wearing the same white T-shirt and casual pants, and he had a hot towel in his hand that he had taken from the smart temperature control rack.

He sat back down by the bed and reached out to hold Jiang Yao's slender ankle.

Jiang Yao shuddered and instinctively tried to pull her leg back. "What are you doing?" Her voice carried a hint of annoyance at being left out.

"Don't move." Zhu Xun Chuan's tone left no room for argument.

He straightened Jiang Yao's calves, spread out a steaming towel, and covered her taut calves.

The warm touch seeped into her muscles along the lines of her skin. Jiang Yao let out a muffled groan, her tense toes instantly relaxing.

This afternoon, she overturned the table with the old man at the Jiang family mansion and stood in confrontation with a group of hall masters for several hours.

That evening, she waited for him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing eight-centimeter high heels. Her calf muscles were already aching terribly.

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed his hands, through a hot towel, onto her calves. He located the acupoints with his thumbs and kneaded and massaged them with moderate pressure.

The man's palms were large and dry, with a reassuring warmth. The fabric of his silk cheongsam rippled and swayed against his thighs with his movements.

Jiang Yao's eyes widened. She was prepared for a fierce possession, but instead received an extremely comfortable physical therapy.

"You..." She opened her mouth, but as Zhu Xun Chuan precisely pressed a sore spot, she let out a sweet, cloying nasal sound. "Hmm..."

Upon hearing that nasal sound, Jiang Yao covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled up. "I had an argument with the old man this afternoon, and I stood there for a long time. My calf muscles are all stiff."

He moved the towel aside, his fingers directly touching her smooth, delicate skin. His palms rested on her calves, gently massaging them from bottom to top.

"Your eldest daughter from the Jiang family has a bad temper and a wild nature. She smashes antique vases at the drop of a hat," Zhu Xun Chuan said while rubbing her. "But girls shouldn't always be talking about fighting and killing."

Jiang Yao lowered her hand, biting her lower lip as she looked at him.

"When I met that girl named 'Dark Night Rose' online in high school, she wasn't this violent at all." Zhu Xun Chuan's hands didn't stop moving as he casually grabbed one of her feet. He pressed his thumb against the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot. "Back then, someone would stay up all night on her phone sending me ninety-nine messages, asking me how to solve math problems from my first year of high school. She even sent me three crying emojis because I didn't reply to her messages while I was playing games."

Jiang Yao's face turned bright red. "Don't bring up the past! That name was given to me in junior high."

"It's great, both domineering and cute." Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled. "I like your domineering yet slightly naive side. But Yao Yao."

He changed how he addressed her. Jiang Yao's heart skipped a beat.

"Leave everything to me. I was really touched that you overturned the table for me and your dad today." Zhu Xun Chuan straightened her legs and pulled the blanket over her exposed skin. "But I care about you even more. My woman, Zhu Xun Chuan's woman, only needs to enjoy life beautifully, without having to play dirty tricks with those old foxes. Understand?"

Jiang Yao's eyes quickly reddened.

She grew up in a treacherous underworld family, where she was accustomed to men's greed and scheming. The men around her were all either afraid of her background or lusted after her body and the Jiang family's power.

But Zhu Xunchuan was different. Faced with something so readily available, he chose restraint. He didn't take advantage of her, but instead, when she was most exhausted and prickly, he gave her the comfort and tenderness she needed most.

The yandere facade was completely shattered by this pure gentleness.

Jiang Yao suddenly sat up and threw herself into Zhu Xun Chuan's arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and pressed her cheek against his chest.

"You're such a jerk." She wiped her tears on his clothes, her voice soft and sweet. "You made me cry, how are you going to make it up to me?"

Zhu Xun Chuan put his arm around her shoulder and lay down on the large round bed.

"I'll give myself to you." He pulled up the blanket and wrapped them both inside.

Jiang Yao didn't make any further moves. She kicked off her cumbersome high heels, snuggled into Zhu Xun Chuan's arms, and used his arm as a pillow. One of her long, slender legs rested naturally on his waist.

The room was extremely quiet. The scent of rose perfume in the air was gradually replaced by a warm and peaceful feeling. Jiang Yao curled up in this reassuring embrace, closed her eyes, and her breathing quickly became even and long.

She will never let go, not even if it means dying.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the suite through the gaps in the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. Zhu Xun Chuan opened his eyes.

The right side of his body had completely lost sensation. Jiang Yao's arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, her legs were draped over his waist, her sleeping face was peaceful, and there was a faint smile on her lips.

Zhu Xun Chuan held his breath and moved her arms and legs away with extremely gentle movements. He pulled his right arm, which had been numb from being pressed down, shook it a couple of times, and sat on the edge of the bed to pick up his phone.

The moment I touched the screen.

"Buzz".

A new message notification popped up on WeChat.

Sender: Sweet Strawberry (Xia Wanying).

"Good morning, Brother Chuan. I'm downstairs at your dorm. I'll take you to a nice place today."

Then another message followed.

"I had someone bring you hot milk and a sandwich. If you don't come down in five minutes, I'll personally go to your dorm room and wake you up."

Zhu Xun Chuan stared at the screen, then gasped. He glanced at Jiang Yao, who was still fast asleep, and alarm bells went off in his head.