Pain.
All the nerves in her body were interpreting the ultimate meaning of this word.
It felt as if her whole body had been torn apart.
Song Anan opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above her.
All the crazy and desolate nightmares from last night flooded into her mind.
Her expression changed and her body stiffened. Her waist was tightly wrapped in a pair of arms strong like steel.
When she turned her head, she was faced with a handsome man.
His naked tan chest was covered with a trail of blood.
Even though the man was asleep, his handsome face still looked cold and sharp. It was as if she could get hurt touching him.
The familiar face, the familiar expression, and the familiar man.
Song Anan's face suddenly turned pale.
She didn't have any clothes on either. Both their bodies were so warm as they were so close to each other. Her brain was about to explode.
Without caring about anything else, she struggled to break free of the man's arms and used all her strength to climb out of his arms.
As she was in a panic, she had forgotten to be gentle. Obviously, her forceful struggle woke the man up.
"Song Anan." A cold voice sounded. "How could it be you?"
His tone was full of unconcealed coldness and disgust.
Song Anan tried her best to conceal the tremor caused by his shock and bewilderment.
Having been through a lot for the past three years, she was clear about the harsh realities of life.
Ten seconds later, she said with a habitual smile on her face, "Mr. Zhan, you were drunk last night. I must've been drunk too, and..." She paused for a moment before saying, "This is the outcome."
As she spoke, she pulled the blanket over her body to cover herself.
"Song Anan, last night was a mistake." Zhan Yancheng coldly stared at the woman, and his voice was as cold as ice. "I'm with your sister. I love her."
Song Yiru was her sister and her old enemy. A sneer flashed across Song Anan's eyes.
If it weren't for the bad timing, Song Anan would have said, "Oh, Mr. Zhan, you've really gotten the girl."
She lifted her face, put on a smile and said, "Do you want me to keep it a secret, as if nothing had happened?"
Zhan Yancheng looked straight into her cold eyes. "Last night was my fault. I'll compensate you, but-"
In an instant, his eyes turned cold and fierce, full of vicious killing intent.
"If word of this gets out, or if your sister finds out, I'll make sure you die."
When Song Anan saw his expression, she burst into laughter. With a sweet smile, she played with her short hair and answered, "After all, we grew up together. What you've said is really hurtful."
Zhan Yancheng narrowed his eyes, looked at the woman in front of him, and said faintly, "What do you want?"
He said as he picked up the clothes on the ground. In the end, he buttoned up the buttons on his shirt and added in a light tone, "I'll compensate you with anything you want, except me."
Tsk! Listen to his tone. Whatever she wanted, he was willing to give.
His arrogance was what made a woman fall in love with him. Ten years of her passion wasn't in vain.
Song Anan smiled and praised sincerely. "It's been three years since I last saw you. Mr. Zhan, you're more charming than before."
"But prince charming, I'm more interested in something else than you..." said Song Anan slowly.