"Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die... Hahahaha..."
Qin Shanshan was completely wasted, swaying unsteadily on her feet like a leaf in the wind.
"Big sis, you're drunk. Let me take you over there to rest," Qin Nian said, steadying her with a firm grip.
"I don't wanna rest... I wanna drink more... *Hurk*—"
In the end, Qin Nian had no choice but to half-drag, half-carry her into a nearby room.
"Just rest here for a bit, sis. I’ll go back and join the others," Qin Nian said before quietly slipping out and closing the door behind her.
"Why... why’s it so dark in here...?" Qin Shanshan mumbled, fumbling blindly through the pitch-black room.
As she stumbled toward the bed, her hands suddenly brushed against something—no, *someone*—warm and solid.
"Hahaha... what’s this? So soft... and bouncy..." she giggled, poking at the figure in drunken curiosity.
The man in the bed scowled in the darkness. What the hell? How did a woman just barge in here?
His body burned with feverish heat, and before he could think, his hands shot out, grabbing her and pinning her beneath him.
"Hey—hey! What... what are you doing...?" Qin Shanshan slurred, her mind too foggy to grasp the danger.
*Riiip.*
The sound of fabric tearing cut through the air as her dress was roughly yanked open.
Yet, despite the shock, she only felt an overwhelming heat coursing through her own body.
What... what was happening to her?
"It's so hot..." Qin Shanshan shifted restlessly.
The man abruptly parted her legs and thrust into her.
"Woman, you walked right into this. Don't blame me!"
Far from discomfort, Qin Shanshan clung tightly to the man before her.
Perhaps because of the feverish heat in her body, the closer she got to him, the more relief she felt.
Unconsciously, the dark room gradually filled with nothing but the sound of their ragged breaths.
The next day.
A beam of sunlight streamed in.
Qin Shanshan rubbed her eyes, only to freeze in shock—something heavy was pressing down on her.
Holy hell! Why was there a man in her bed, his thigh draped over her...
Her mind reeled in confusion. What the hell had happened?
Hadn’t she been celebrating Qin Nian’s birthday? How had she woken up like this?
And this man... this man was ridiculously handsome...
"See something you like?" His voice cut through her daze.
"Who's looking at you? What are you doing here? Who even are you?" Qin Shanshan demanded, her voice sharp with indignation.
Yet she couldn't help but notice the man's gaze lingering on her just as intently. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around herself, scrambling to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor and hastily pulling them on.
The man, bare-chested, rubbed his forehead with a grimace. Last night's events had clearly taken him by surprise too.
Just as Qin Shanshan was drowning in a whirlpool of humiliation and confusion, his voice cut through the silence.
"Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you."
He knew all too well—he must have been drugged last night.
"Make it up to me?" Qin Shanshan's eyes widened in outrage.
What did he take her for? Did he think throwing money at her would fix everything?
Fuming, she snatched up her wallet, pulled out a few red bills, and flung them at him.
"Here. Payment for last night. Now we’re even!"
Hmph! If he thought he could belittle her, he had another thing coming.
The man’s expression darkened instantly. Without hesitation, he bent down, picked up the scattered bills, and flung them right back at her.
"Keep it. Use it for plastic surgery—maybe get a boob job while you're at it."
Qin Shanshan: "..."
What the hell!
She was the victim here, and now this jerk had the nerve to insult her?
News flash—she was the campus belle, for crying out loud!