"First time?"
On a luxurious classical European bed, Lu Qingtang straddled the young man with one knee, her hands forcefully pinning him against the headboard.
Wearing a snowy white bathrobe, the young man tilted his head back slightly, his slender body forced into a fragile arch.
His misty peach-blossom eyes looked up at the "female wolf" who had broken in to rob him of his virtue. His porcelain-white cheeks flushed with a faint pink as he obediently nodded.
Lu Qingtang’s large eyes lit up. She leaned forward, throwing almost her entire weight onto the young man, and coaxed him in the tone of a big bad wolf trying to lure Little Red Riding Hood, "Big sister has never slept with a man either. Sleep with big sister, okay?"
The young man’s long eyelashes fluttered. With his exquisite features, red lips, white teeth, and slightly long dark hair draped over his shoulders, he looked just like a trembling little white flower growing in the dead of winter—both fragile and pitiful, a sight that stirred boundless affection. He said shyly, "Big sister, we could start by dating..."
Skipping the confession and dating phase to strip and sleep together right off the bat sounded entirely like the remark of some heartless scumbag woman planning to vanish the morning after!
Lu Qingtang felt a pang of guilt.
She didn't want to treat a beauty with such a total lack of grace or morals.
The problem was she had been drugged, and if she didn't find a man soon, she was going to kick the bucket!
Lu Qingtang was a lifelong germaphobe, extremely picky, and a thorough visual purist.
In this world, the vast majority of men failed to meet her standards for a partner.
A "puppy dog" as appetizing, pure, and gorgeous as the one beneath her was someone Lu Qingtang was encountering for the very first time in her twenty-three years of life.
If she missed out on this one, there would never be another one this obedient and good-looking!
For the sake of her own life, Lu Qingtang had no choice but to swallow her shame and guilt and become a scumbag woman who "bought the ticket after boarding"!
Resisting the surging waves of heat rising within her body, Lu Qingtang patiently eliminated any future complications regarding her lifelong happiness, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"
The young man's pitch-black eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing, decadent intoxication. His gaze, tangible as a physical touch, traced every line of the young woman's cold yet delicate face and her youthful, alluring figure wrapped in a black dress... The corners of his lips curved into an intensely seductive arc. "No."
Lu Qingtang's eyes grew moist, her breathing quickened, and her formidable self-control was pushed to the absolute brink by the drug in her system.
She shook her head, fighting desperately to suppress the impulse to force herself upon him, and asked softly, "Fiancée? First love? Moonlight in the window? Secret crush?"
Noticing the unusual, burning heat of the young woman's skin where their bodies pressed together, the young man's smile grew even more dazzling. "None at all."
Lu Qingtang took a deep breath, lowered her head, and brushed her lips like a dragonfly skimming the water against the young man's rose-colored lips.
"Do you feel any disgust?"
The young man froze for a moment, and then, with a soft thud, his translucent white cheeks instantly bloomed with a peach-like pink.
He shyly lowered his eyelashes, his heart hammering wildly as he said, feeling both delightfully enchanted and happy, "...No."
I... I love it!
Lu Qingtang's reason, struggling on the edge of indulgence and sobriety, snapped completely at the young man's single word: "No."
She straddled his waist, cupped his face in both hands, and kissed him fiercely. "Don't worry, I will definitely take responsibility for you!"The youth lifted his gaze, his pitch-black eyes fixed steadily on her slightly unfocused ones. His voice was hoarse, honeyed and laced with rosemary, "Sister, will you really take responsibility for me?"
Already under the influence of the drug, Lu Qingtang felt her entire body go limp at this half-reluctant, half-enticing "Sister."
Following her instincts, she bit down on his Adam’s apple. Using the very last shred of her reason, she made a promise, gentle yet solemn, "In the future, I will surely come with the three letters and six rites, the three matchmakers and six betrothal gifts, and an eight-bearer bridal sedan to marry you!"
The youth stared at her unblinkingly for a long time, his red lips gradually curving upward.
He reached out his arms to wrap them around Lu Qingtang’s back, pulling her into his embrace. Tilting his slender neck, he leaned forward to meet her, devoutly offering himself up.
"Then, Sister… you can have me."
***
After a spirited and exhausting tangle, the drug’s effects wore off for Lu Qingtang.
Confirming that the youth beside her had fallen into a deep sleep, Lu Qingtang activated the communicator on her wrist. When she saw the small red dot on the map rapidly approaching, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.
Lu Qingtang carefully moved the arm draped across her waist and silently slid out of bed.
The moment her feet touched the floor, a wave of weakness washed over her. Caught off guard, she stumbled and collapsed onto the carpet.
The aftereffects of her first intimate encounter drew a soft, muffled cry from her lips.
Lu Qingtang had once heard that men who had just tasted such pleasures were rather relentless. Having experienced it firsthand, she knew that those who spoke from experience had not lied to her.
She was the one who had been drugged, yet by the end, she was the one weeping and begging for mercy!
Aching all over, Lu Qingtang climbed up, retrieved her dress from where the youth had carelessly tossed it on the floor, and put it back on. Then, she turned and walked back to the bedside, staring at the youth who was still fast asleep.
The youth’s eyes were closed peacefully, his brows arched in a serene curve, as if he were napping after a satisfying meal, hugging the one he loved most.
The red dot on the communicator moved closer, urging Lu Qingtang that she had to leave immediately.
If that person discovered she had been here, everyone in this hotel would likely meet a violent end tonight.
Lu Qingtang stared at the youth’s unforgettable face. After a moment’s hesitation, she took a gold coin engraved with a rose crown from her person and placed it in his palm. She leaned down to his ear and whispered with a smile,
"This is my most precious possession. I leave it with you as a token of our love."
"Once I have dealt with this trouble, I will definitely come back to marry you."
She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the youth’s forehead. "Be good. Sister is not a heartless woman. You mustn't curse me when you wake up."
With those words, Lu Qingtang took one last lingering look at the youth, etching his face into her heart. She turned, pulled open the window, and like a nimble cat, leapt out from the presidential suite, over ten stories high.
At the very moment she turned away, the sleeping youth’s fingers twitched unconsciously, as if trying to grab something.
His jade-like, exquisitely sculpted fingers brushed past where Lu Qingtang’s hand had been.
The moment Lu Qingtang’s silhouette vanished from the room, the sleeping youth’s eyes snapped wide open.