On the day of Maggie's 22nd birthday, it could definitely be recorded in the history of her life: First, she received the admission notice of a doctor who ranked in the top five in the world; second, she successfully blocked Shen Zhiheng at the entrance of the bar.
She grabbed her backpack with one hand and adjusted her glasses with the other. She didn't know how to say the confession.
On the other hand, Shen Zhi's white shirt had two buttons undone. He tossed the jacket he had taken off behind his back with one hand before looking over. His beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and his dark, ink-like eyes were filled with a sense of intoxication. He was no longer as aloof and distant as he used to be.
"Well, my name is Maggie..."
Maggie bit her lip and finally gathered her courage. But before she could finish her introduction, the slender man in front of her fell on her shoulder without saying a word.
"Shen Zhiheng?" For a moment, she was stiff all over. She did not dare to push him away, nor did she dare to touch him. After a while, she tentatively called his name.
There was no response.
Maggie knew that she should send him home. As long as she made a phone call, someone would come to pick her up.
But in the smell of alcohol and perfume, she seemed to be a little drunk. By the time she came to her senses, she had already taken him directly to the hotel next to her.
The hotel manager knew Shen Zhiyi and personally sent them to the suite. He gave a meaningful and ambiguous look at Maggie and then left.
However, Maggie didn't know that her attention was all on the man on the bed.
"Shen Zhiheng, do you want some water?"
After staring at his handsome face for a long time, she came to her senses. She poured a glass of water and saw that the man was pulling his clothes. He seemed to be hot and uncomfortable.
She didn't think too much about it and immediately went forward to help him. But before she could touch him, his eyes suddenly opened.
It was as black as ink, deep and sharp.
"Are you awake?" Maggie's eyes met his. She raised her hand in embarrassment and asked carefully.
How awkward it was. It was just a confession of love, but she brought him to the hotel. Although she just wanted to stay with him alone for a few hours, no matter how hard she looked at it, she had bad intentions.
She was thinking about how to explain, but in the next second, her hand was grabbed by the other party. She exerted force and fell on the bed. Before she could react, Shen Zhiyi had already turned over and pressed her down.
She was frightened by this series of movements, and then she saw his blurred eyes. The soberness just now was just an illusion.
"Shen..."
She was a little flustered and at a loss, so she could only carefully call his name.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, his clear breath was mixed with the smell of alcohol. His cold lips covered her mouth and the remaining half of the name was stuck in her throat.
His actions were a little rough, and the action of tearing off her clothes was even more disorderly.
Maggie's heart and body were trembling and uneasy in his increasingly heavy breathing...
She knew that she should push him away, but in the end, she let herself be immersed in his breath.
When the strange pain swept over her whole body, she trembled and wanted to grab something. But as soon as her slender and cold fingers touched his strong chest, she heard him growl in a low voice, "Yihan..."
She almost thought that she had lost her wits at that moment, and her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with shock.
A mouthful of wine...
She couldn't stop her tears from falling. She didn't know whether it was because of the pain or the word "dream".
The bean-sized teardrops silently fell into the pillow and gradually got wet.
However, the man didn't know at all. When the storm ended, he didn't even open his eyes to see who was under him. He just turned over and fell asleep.