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

The air-raid shelter was filled with a damp, musty smell.

Zhu Xun Chuan sighed. He bent down, put his hands under Bai He's knees and back, and lifted her up in his arms.

Bai He was very light. Her body, encased in a tight-fitting combat suit, had no excess fat and a slender frame. She obediently leaned against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck.

Footsteps echoed in the dark underground passage.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked past the hall where C4 explosives were stored, following the direction of the ventilation ducts. The beam of his flashlight flickered ahead. After turning past a thick load-bearing wall, the space changed again.

This is a small rest area inside an air-raid shelter. The room is small, and most of the green paint on the walls has peeled off.

In the center of the room stood a single iron-framed bed. The iron frame was covered in rust, but the bed was covered with an extremely clean white sheet, and there were two sets of neatly folded spare clothes next to it.

This was the assassin's lair before her departure. She awaited an ending from which she would never return, yet she had arranged the place with exceptional tidiness.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the bedside and bent down to put the white crane down.

Bai He's arms suddenly tightened. She didn't let go; instead, she followed Zhu Xun Chuan's lowering motion, crossing her legs and straddling his lap.

The two of them slumped together onto the edge of the metal bunk bed. The rusty springs made a dull squelching sound.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't push her away. He leaned against the metal railing of the bed, looking at the girl straddling his lap.

Baihe raised her hand and pulled off the pink hair ribbon from the back of her head.

Her long, black hair cascaded down, draping over her fair shoulders. She breathed slightly heavily, a fine layer of sweat beading on her nose. The chilly air inside the air-raid shelter couldn't extinguish the rapidly rising heat between them.

She lowered her head, her fingers touching the edge of Zhu Xun Chuan's trench coat.

Bai He moved hastily, but her fingers trembled slightly. She loosened the belt of her trench coat and pushed the heavy black jacket off Zhu Xun Chuan's broad shoulders.

The trench coat lay on the dusty ground.

The barrier between them had lessened. They were closer now. The subtle fragrance of black datura mingled with the sweet scent of ripe peaches, penetrating every nook and cranny of Zhu Xun Chuan's respiratory tract.

Bai He didn't stop. Her fair fingers touched the buttons of the black silk shirt.

"Your hands are shaking even when you're unbuttoning a button." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep, carrying a mix of teasing and scrutiny.

"Shut up," Bai He said softly. She bit her red lips and stubbornly unbuttoned the first button, then the second.

The collar of his silk shirt was open, revealing Zhu Xun Chuan's muscular chest and collarbone. Bai He's fingers traced across that skin, bringing a warm touch.

Her eyes were still red, and tears from her earlier crying still clung to her eyelashes, giving her an aura of fragile vulnerability that was almost destructive.

Looking at her like this, Zhu Xun Chuan's mind flashed back to Gu Qing Han's cold beauty, Shen Tian hope's spoiled nature, and Meng Wan Qing's charm.

The three women in the family have powerful backgrounds, and none of them are willing to bow down easily. This crazy girl in front of me has nothing, yet she dares to sacrifice herself in a desperate gamble in a dark basement.

We can't let her keep making a scene like this.

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes darkened. The controlling desire in his bones was fully awakened. He reached out and grabbed Bai He's slender waist, preparing to use his waist and abdomen to flip her over and pin this arrogant and crazy girl to the bed.

The moment the muscles exert force, a sudden change occurs.

A wave of intense dizziness surged from deep within his brain. Zhu Xun Chuan's vision blurred for a second. The strength he had been holding in his arms instantly dissipated.

Deep in my mind, the system interface popped up without warning.

The normally calm blue panel was now covered by a blinding red light.

[WARNING: Unknown complex neurotransmitter infiltrates!]

[Ingredient analysis in progress... Analysis is slow!]

[The target toxin has not triggered a life-threatening threshold. The antivirus program is experiencing a delay; the cleanup process will begin after a 180-second countdown.]

Zhu Xunchuan frowned.

This crazy girl's speed in updating the potions actually exceeded the direct detection range of the system's anti-virus mechanism.

And to make matters worse, I crashed twice in the same spot! What a disgrace!

The system only instantly erases negative states when the host faces a mortal threat. Faced with this specially formulated drug that is purely hallucinatory, the forced removal resulted in a fatal lag.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the special black button on the white crane's collar.

The button's outer shell was shattered. Inside, there was no liquid, only a layer of fine powder undergoing a chemical reaction. A colorless and odorless gas, combined with the crane's rising body temperature, was frantically evaporating in all directions.

This volatile compound blends with the black datura fragrance on the white crane, becoming a specific catalyst that targets Zhu Xun Chuan's nerve endings.

The body's energy rapidly dissipated. Deep within the meridians, there was no pain, but instead, an uncontrollable heat rose within. High-level aphrodisiac and muscle-weakening powder.

"You schemed against me again." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was a little hoarse. He leaned against the iron railing, his hand still resting on Bai He's waist, but he could no longer exert any control over the force.

The white crane stopped unbuttoning its clothes.

She looked up.

The tear stains on her face were still there, but the vulnerability and grievance she once exuded had completely vanished. Those beautiful eyes no longer held a trace of inferiority; instead, they held pure madness and a morbid smile of triumph after her plan had succeeded.

The roles of hunter and prey were completely reversed in that instant.

Bai He pressed her hands down on Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulders. She squeezed her legs around Zhu Xun Chuan's waist, and with a burst of strength, slammed the weakened Zhu Xun Chuan down heavily onto the white sheets.

The rusty spring creaked under the strain.

"Brother is too strong." Bai He straddled Zhu Xun Chuan, looking down at him. Her fingers traced the inside of Zhu Xun Chuan's open collar, moving upwards, and finally gently brushing against his bobbing Adam's apple.

"In a head-on confrontation, I couldn't even withstand ten moves from you. And you're so guarded outside, always surrounded by those annoying women." Bai He's voice was sweet and saccharine, tinged with triumphant pleasure. "Without some special methods, how could I possibly keep you here?"

Zhu Xun Chuan lay on the bed, his limbs aching. That burning heat began to surge through his blood.

"When you kissed me just now, you were so domineering," Bai He leaned down, her black hair falling onto Zhu Xun Chuan's cheek. Her nose brushed against Zhu Xun Chuan's chin, her breath hot. "You said my life, the child in my belly, was all yours. But now, things are my business here."

Zhu Xun Chuan stared at her, his deep eyes showing no panic, only suppressed anger.

"You really think you can trap me with just one dose of medicine?" Zhu Xun Chuan retorted coldly. The system's countdown was still ticking. In one hundred and eighty seconds, he would regain his mobility.

The white crane shook its head.

She straightened up. With both hands, she grabbed the top of the zipper of her combat suit and pulled it down to the bottom without hesitation.

Her black combat suit fell away, exposing her fair and delicate skin to the cold, damp air. The dim, flickering light from the wall lamp shone on her shoulders and collarbone, creating a breathtaking visual impact.

"This medicine will only suppress your effects for three hours." Bai He continued, his fingers reaching for the last piece of clothing. "But for me, that's enough."

Zhu Xunchuan finally understood.

It all started with that pregnancy note left in the hospital room; it was a complete, elaborate scheme.

She deliberately left her coordinates, using the intelligence network of the three parties to lure him to this isolated and helpless basement. She feigned collapse, feigned begging, and gradually disarmed him.

She used a high-level muscle-softening powder to restrict his movements. Then, she used her own body to drain the last bit of strength he had left after his system recovered.

She wanted to use this most primitive and insane method to lock him tightly to this single iron bed. She wanted to prevent him from taking any risks and from interfering with Zhao Tingzhi's plans.

Then, she would get dressed, leave the air-raid shelter alone, and become completely invisible, waiting for the opportunity to carry out the assassination that would result in certain death.

He's a complete madman.

Zhu Xun Chuan gritted his teeth. The heat in his meridians surged even more intensely. He forcefully urged his willpower, attempting to raise his arm.

Baihe noticed the tension in his muscles.

Without any hesitation, she pressed down hard on Zhu Xun Chuan's wrists with both hands. Leaning forward, she placed all her weight on Zhu Xun Chuan's chest.

Their breaths mingled completely.

Bai He turned her head and pressed her soft lips against Zhu Xun Chuan's earlobe.

"Brother, since you care about the baby so much..."

The white crane's voice, filled with extreme madness and morbid obsession, echoed endlessly in the cramped and dark space.

"Give me a little more tonight."