"Bang", the door opened, the room card was inserted, and the warm light illuminated the entire room.
The man helped the woman inside, their steps confusingly disordered.
Jiang Jingheng aided her to the bed, his neatly ironed shirt now wrinkled beyond recognition.
The most important thing was the person in his arms was not behaving, pulling at his clothes, twisting in his embrace.
With softness in his arms, heaven knows how much willpower it took him to restrain from acting on his impulses.
After placing her on the bed, Jiang Jingheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Seeing her cheeks flushed and her eyes blurred, a chill gathered on his handsome face.
Judging by her appearance, she must have been drugged.
Otherwise... how could she be so passionate towards him?
Looking at her unbearable state, he turned to get a towel from the bathroom to wipe her face.
"Hot, so hot!" the woman weakly said.
Jiang Jingheng turned his head to see Mu Yan sitting up without knowing when.
She was pouting her rosy lips, unbuttoning her shirt, exposing large areas of snowy white skin to the air.
His expression instantly changed, hurriedly reaching out to cover her neckline.
"Don't move, I'll take you to the hospital in a bit."
Probably due to the stimulus, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, yet his body felt a burning agitation.
Mu Yan's gaze lingered on the man's handsome face, suddenly leaning over to peck at his lips.
But apparently, it wasn't enough; she kissed again, growing more addicted, wanting more and more.
She ensnared his neck, tracing his lips with her eyes closed, moving gradually downwards, chin, neck, collarbone...
The smack of water sounds arose, filling the air with an ambiguous intimacy.
Until the shirt buttons got undone...
Jiang Jingheng looked at the enthusiastic girl in his arms, and his mental defenses instantly collapsed.
He was no saint; facing her repeated passion, he couldn't remain unmoved.
He felt intoxicated, not just from alcohol, but from her.
Unable to hold back any longer, he cradled her face and kissed her reverently.
Under dim lights, two bodies entangled, clothes tossed piece by piece off the bed, scattered across the floor.
The woman's moans mixed with the man's gasps, the room's temperature continually rising.
Suddenly, the person below let out a faint whimper, "It hurts..."
He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, snapping his senses back.
He supported his body, observing the woman beneath him, blushing, eyes half-closed, senses muddled.
She didn't even know who he was.
Or rather, if it were any other man, she'd react the same way.
A fleeting dark glimmer crossed his light brown eyes as the tide of impulse receded from his mind.
His hands braced on either side of her body, looking at her twisting uncomfortably.
Might she forget everything that happened tonight when she wakes up?
And will he just be an insignificant stranger?
A mysterious light flickered in his eyes; he took out his phone, turned on the recorder, and placed it above her head.
He bent down, once again capturing her lips in a kiss, his hands teasing her body.
Who knows how long passed before he approached the peak of his desires again, departing swiftly to the bathroom.
When he returned, the woman on the bed was already asleep.
He picked up the phone from above her head and walked to the balcony to make a call.
"Come quickly to check who went into room 516 tonight, and investigate Mu Yan's recent situation, every detail."
Jiang Jingheng stood on the balcony, the night breeze slightly cool, and even his handsome face seemed touched with a chill.
The person on the other end hesitated for a moment, asking, "Young master, may I ask, who is Mu Yan?"
"My future wife!"
The person on the other end froze directly, after a long pause, asked, "When did you get a girlfriend?"
Weren't you single? Straightforwardly single, but this he dared not say.
"Come over and I'll tell you!" Jiang Jingheng finished, directly hanging up the call.
He gazed into the deep night, determination gleaming in his eyes.