Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

The next morning, Qiu Yingying was awakened by aches and pains all over her body.

The moment she opened her eyes, she felt as if her head had been hit by a heavy hammer, her throat was dry and sore, and her body felt as if it had been run over by a car. Every movement pulled at her muscles, making her gasp for breath.

She struggled to prop herself up, and what came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling. Then, she saw a large, bony hand resting on her waist.

Qiu Yingying's breathing stopped instantly.

She turned her head stiffly and saw the man still fast asleep beside her.

The man was fast asleep, his brows slightly furrowed. His usually meticulously styled hair was now disheveled and plastered to his forehead. His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes could not hide his excessively handsome face.

What truly left Qiu Yingying's mind blank was his bare chest.

That patch of skin was covered with a dense array of scratches and bite marks, stretching from the collarbone all the way down to the pectoral muscles, and even several deep red marks on the side of the waist, with some areas showing abnormal bruising.

Qiu Yingying's heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed red to her ears, which were so hot they looked like they had just been pulled out of hot water.

Those marks... they look so familiar.

She subconsciously looked down at her wrist and saw small red marks.

Last night's memories flooded back like shattered glass, chaotic and uncontrollable—

Dim lighting, the smell of alcohol, burning body temperature, entangled figures, her own uncontrollable panting, and... his deep, suppressed voice.

What made her blush even more was that, in her hazy state, she seemed to remember that she was the one who had stuck to him first last night.

It seemed like it was her, clinging to him in a daze; it seemed like it was her, taking the initiative to kiss him and bite him; it seemed like it was her, panting as she snuggled into his arms…

"No, no way..."

Qiu Yingying's face turned even redder, as red as a ripe apple, and her breathing became a little rapid. Her ears were so hot they could fry an egg on them.

She actually... she actually had sex with a man...?!

And judging from these marks... the battle seemed to have been quite intense?!

I have a bit of a memory gap and can't quite recall what happened.

Qiu Yingying dared not think any further, nor dared she look at him again, for fear that she would find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

She carefully and slowly moved his hand away from her waist, her movements as light as if afraid of disturbing something.

The next second, she sprang up from the bed as if she had been burned.

Her legs were so weak she almost fell. She grabbed the wall and steadied herself before realizing she was completely naked.

Last night's clothes were scattered all over the floor, the skirt was hanging wrinkled on the chair, and the underwear was nowhere to be found.

Qiu Yingying's face turned even redder, almost to the point of bleeding. She quickly picked up her clothes from the ground and haphazardly put them on.

She hurriedly put on the coat, frantically trying to button it, but she couldn't get it right no matter what she did. In the end, she simply gave up and put on her own skirt, even pulling the zipper crookedly.

She dared not look at the man on the bed again, grabbed her phone and bag, and rushed out of the bedroom almost as if fleeing in panic.

The living room was large, decorated in a simple yet sophisticated style, but Qiu Yingying had no time to appreciate it; she just wanted to get out of this place that made her feel so embarrassed she could hardly breathe.

She practically ran out the door, almost putting on the wrong shoes.

After getting into the taxi, Qiu Yingying realized that her hands were still trembling and her face was flushed, as if someone had seen through all her secrets.

She leaned back in her seat, watching the street scene rushing past the window, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

"I actually had a one-night stand..."

"And you even left them covered in injuries."

"And...it seems like I was the one who initiated it..."

"My God...this is ridiculous!!!"

She covered her face, wishing she could disappear on the spot.

The taxi arrived at Joyful Song residential area very quickly.

Qiu Yingying paid the bill and practically ran into the building, swiped her card, and entered the elevator. Her fingers were trembling, and her face was still as red as a ripe tomato.

The moment the elevator doors opened, she rushed out as if she had seen a savior, running all the way to the door of room 2204.

I took out my key, but my hand was shaking so badly I almost couldn't insert it. It took several tries to finally open the door.

"boom--"

She slammed the door shut.

Qiu Yingying leaned against the door panel and slowly slid down, squatting on the ground.

She held her head in her hands, buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly, her face still flushed red, as if she had just run 800 meters.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

She screamed inwardly, wishing she could beat to death the drunken, irrational version of herself from last night.

"It actually happened..."

"So embarrassing..."

"And...it seems like I was the one who initiated it..."

"What am I doing?!"

She couldn't help but raise her hand and gently punch the ground.

"Bang."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with her current breakdown and shame.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling on her, but it couldn't dispel the embarrassment and panic in her heart.

Qiu Yingying squatted at the door, covering her face, and didn't move for a long time.

Last night felt like a bizarre dream, but the aches and pains in her body, her disheveled clothes, and the blushing images in her mind all reminded her—

All of this is true.