Morning in Jiangcheng, the mist stirred restlessly.
Inside Room 1818 of the M Hotel,
After a night of entanglement, the scent of hormones still lingered in the air.
Clothes were scattered haphazardly across the floor. The most eye-catching was a black lace bra, tossed in haste the night before, and now hanging over the bedside wall lamp.
Lin Xiaonuan woke up, urged by an urgent need to use the bathroom. As she got up, waves of soreness washed over her, and her head felt heavy and dizzy.
"Ah…"
It hurt—her whole body felt as if it had been run over by a car.
Forcing herself to get up, she instinctively headed toward the bathroom.
Bang!
She bumped straight into a wall.
The pain cleared her mind a little. Holding her forehead, her wide, dark eyes quickly scanned the surroundings…
This… wasn't her university dormitory? This… was… a hotel suite?
Frightened, she hurriedly dove back under the covers, covering her mouth with her hand, her clear eyes shimmering with shock. Her mind raced—
Last night, her boyfriend Lu Yuan's company had a dinner party, and he had specially brought her along.
During the banquet, his colleagues had been friendly, even complimenting them as a perfect match.
The atmosphere had been cheerful, and she had drunk some red wine.
Before long, her head had grown heavy and her body limp. Seeing that Lu Yuan was enjoying his conversations with his colleagues, Xiaonuan didn't want to disturb him, so she leaned back on the sofa to rest.
But the headache worsened, and a burning heat began to spread through her body. Feeling unbearably uncomfortable, she told Lu Yuan, "I'm not feeling well… could you take me back to campus?"
Lu Yuan frowned. "Xiaonuan, Boss Zhu hasn't arrived yet. It wouldn't be right for me to leave now…"
Seeing her pale face, he added,
"How about this—our company booked a few rooms here for staff to rest. Room 1816 is for a female colleague. I'll take you there for a break."
"…Alright."
Lu Yuan had only been at the company for a year and was eager to make a good impression on his boss. Xiaonuan didn't want to put him in a difficult spot.
He helped her into Room 1816 and, before leaving, said warmly, "Be good and rest here. I'll come get you as soon as the dinner's over."
"Mm."
Lying on the soft bed, she didn't even have the strength to speak and quickly drifted off to sleep—her canvas shoulder bag still hanging from her.
She had no idea how much time had passed.
In a haze, she felt a pair of rough hands touching her face.
Thinking it was Lu Yuan, she slowly opened her eyes…
Only to see a bloated, balding old man reeking of alcohol, his disgusting sausage-like lips leaning in to kiss her.
A jolt of terror shot through her, clearing her mind—this was supposed to be the room for a female colleague! How had this man gotten in? He must have been drunk and stumbled into the wrong room.
She wanted to scream at him to get out, to call for help—but her throat was painfully dry, as if scorched, and no sound came out, no matter how hard she tried.
The old man came closer. Fear gripped her. She turned her head away in disgust, instinctively flailing her limbs to keep him at bay.
Her resistance only seemed to excite him further.
Wasn't she supposed to have been drugged? Why is she still fighting back? Feisty little thing… even better!
"I like 'em fierce… thrilling—just my taste!"
Grinning obscenely, he pinned both her wrists down, trying to overpower her.
Waves of dizziness hit her again. Her strength was fading, her body turning weak and limp.
Seeing she could no longer resist, he let go of her wrists and eagerly began unbuckling his pants.
Her delicate features, proud curves, slender waist, and long pale legs—he swallowed hard.
"What a rare beauty… and I hear you're still a virgin. This face, this body—worth dying for…"
He rubbed his hands together, lunging at her.
No—if I don't escape this disgusting man, my life will be ruined.
Lin Xiaonuan took a deep breath.
At the instant he dove toward her, she rolled off the bed with all her might and staggered toward the door.
"You little b*tch! Playing games with me? I'll teach you a lesson!"
Missing his target, he cursed furiously and charged after her.
Her head was spinning, her movements sluggish. She hadn't even reached the doorknob before he grabbed her from behind, yanking at her clothes.
Luckily, her shoulder bag was still slung across her chest; without it, her coat would have been torn off entirely.
Even so, the struggle left one of her slim, pale shoulders exposed, her shapely chest faintly visible…
The sight nearly made him nosebleed. Skinny thing, but such a figure…
He wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her back onto the bed.
"Give in… be my mistress. Serve me well, and you'll never have to worry about food or clothes—you'll have endless pretty dresses to wear…"
Xiaonuan clutched her coat tightly, inching back toward the headboard in terror.
"Come here, beauty… let me touch you…"
The old man advanced step by step, baring his yellow teeth, eyes gleaming like a hungry wolf as he lunged again—
She couldn't let him defile her.
Her survival instinct overpowered her fear and exhaustion. She grabbed the ashtray on the nightstand and, with the last of her strength, smashed it toward him.