"Boom——"
The rain was pouring, and the hurricane, mixed with rainwater, was beating against the glass door of the balcony like a giant hand gone insane.
The cheeks of Wen Yihuan were flushed, her lips, bitten tightly, were pale. A fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she could hardly suppress the scorching heat that surged up from her abdomen.
Using all her strength, she twisted to break free from the ropes binding her. Her eyes, filled with tears, were shrouded in a veil of fear and bewilderment.
"No...please don't!" She cried, inching backward until her back was against the icy-cold head of the bed, with no place left to hide.
A scarred man approached her, step-by-step, until he was fully on top her, his eyes full of greed.
"Little beauty, don't rush. I'll satisfy you in no time!"
"Click——"
"Bang——"
A sharp sounding gunshot blasted. The man who had just been unbuckling his belt screamed. A thick stream of blood seeped from his right chest, and he immediately fainted, staining the clean white bed sheets with his blood.
The drug inside Wen Yihuan started to take its full effect. She felt the surrounding air become scorching hot as if she were in a sea of flames.
"Help...me" Wen Yihuan turned to look at a man standing by the bed.
She could not make out his features, knowing only that the man was radiating the cold, making her incredibly yearning.
The man undid the ropes from her hands. Without making another move, Wen Yihuan climbed onto his chest, trying to entice the stranger with her novice technique.
The man's eyes darkened, he pushed off her hands, and Wen Yihuan, bereft of support, fell onto the bed.
She tightly gripped the white sheets, pleading, "Please...take me."
Intensity overwhelmed Wen Yihuan. Another minute of waiting, and she would be scorched by exhilarating heat.
The man did not move for a long while. Just as desperation started to overtake Wen Yihuan's heart, he suddenly loomed over her, seized her chin and said, "Wen Yihuan, remember, this is a gift from me!"
A genuine coming-of-age gift.
With that, he kissed Wen Yihuan's lips, gnawing them like a beast.
"Boom–"
A bolt of lightning ripped the night sky, illuminating the wooden cabin on the isolated island.
The rain intensified.
...
Four years later
In Hae city, at the presidential suite of Prosperous World Hotel.
The heavy navy-blue curtains blocked out sunshine, leaving a hint of a fresh aroma in the air.
Wen Yihuan turned around and felt someone beside her, furrowing her brows and surveying her surroundings.
A wheat-colored, muscular arm sprawled across her waist.
Wen Yihuan looked down at the arm on her waist. After a brief moment, her eyes widened. A creeping chill rose from the soles of her feet, jolting her still groggy mind awake.
Suddenly grabbing the edge of the quilt, Wen Yihuan sat up, and immediately saw the face of the man lying next to her, who was sleeping soundly...Fury instantly surged up within her.
Biting her teeth, Wen Yihuan kicked him!
"BANG!"
"Sheng Boyan! You're in my bed again!"
Wen Yihuan raised her voice, hissing through gritted teeth, staring at the man with a dazed look at the foot of the bed-- Sheng Boyan.
Sharp brows, starry eyes, deep-set eyes with a hint of brown, long curly lashes hung down, casting a shadow under his eyes, giving him an air of frosty indolence.
Sheng Boyan, the second son of the Sheng's Group, had a life that everyone else envied, but...was an autism patient.
Sheng Boyan only ever spoke willingly when facing Wen Yihuan, and only ever made eye contact when facing Wen Yihuan.
So since Wen Yihuan was born 22 years ago! For at least fifteen years, she had been Sheng Boyan's bridge to communicate with the outside world! And Sheng Boyan also had a very bad habit...that was to always crawl into her bed.
Each time she woke up, Wen Yihuan was especially frenzied because Sheng Boyan was always unwilling to talk at this time, she didn't know if he was unwilling to speak or just pretending to be innocent!
Wen Yihuan frowned, noticing a cut on the corner of Sheng Boyan's mouth.
"What happened?" Wen Yihuan reached out to touch the cut on Sheng Boyan's mouth, causing him to frown.
"Last night." Sheng Boyan finally spoke again.
Wen Yihuan pressed her temples, recalling the events of the previous night.
Last night?
Last night was her birthday. To celebrate, she specially invited her college classmates to party wildly at Dynasty KTV.
She drank a lot of alcohol, and when she was drunk, she stumbled and fell backward.
A senior from the same class came forward to support her upon seeing it.
Next, the senior was knocked down with a single punch...
A flash of white light crossed Wen Yihuan's mind, "You! You hit my senior!"
"He offended you." Sheng Baiyan's words were always brief, his deep voice easily confusing.
"He didn't!"
"He did!" Sheng Baiyan was very stubborn.
Wen Yihuan was so angry she was speechless.
She had been pursuing this senior for half a year already! It took her a lot of effort to get closer to him on her birthday.
And look at what happened now... Sheng Baiyan drove the senior away with one punch.
Wen Yihuan had a grieving expression on her face, "Sheng Baiyan! You... you are too out of line!"
Her first love! Her senior!
Now it's all over!
Wen Yihuan gave Sheng Baiyan a resentful gaze, wondering what the senior must be thinking of her.
When Sheng Baiyan got up from the ground, he heard the sound of the door being slammed shut.
He was staring at the somewhat messed up bedding on the bed, unable to shift his gaze for a long time.
The mobile phone in the living room rang, and Sheng Baiyan returned to his senses.
"Baiyan, are you still accustomed?"
"Uh-huh," Sheng Baiyan replied in a rather indifferent tone. His voice lacked any hint of emotional fluctuation, as if Wen Yihuan’s departure had also taken away the last vestige of humanity in him.
"Are you with Yihuan?"
"Is there something?"
"I am just worried about you. After all, your health..." The person on the other end of the phone sounded a bit anxious.
"I know." Sheng Baiyan cut him off bluntly.
"About the army... Have you considered telling Yihuan yet?" It was a while before Sheng Baiyi said.
"...I’ll manage."
After hanging up the phone, a hint of contemplation arose in Sheng Baiyan's cold eyes.
Wen Yihuan went straight to the school rehearsal room after leaving the hotel.
The full name of Haixi was Haicheng Drama College, which was the top-rated art school in country C. And Wen Yihuan was a junior student majoring in dance there.
She was gifted in dance, and coupled with her parents nurturing her talent since childhood, she was a lucky girl who was given special admission to the dreamlike Haixi.
As she entered the rehearsal room, she saw her partner, Lan Yingying, wearing a white dress walking towards her. Wen Yihuan smiled and said, "Yingying, you look beautiful."
Lan Yingying, who would be shy to hear such comments on any other day, looked rather upset at the moment. Biting her lip, she said, "Yihuan... I'm sorry. I owed Fu Ying a favor, so..."
Wen Yihuan was slightly stunned, and then a foreboding feeling surged in her heart.