At the grand Imperial Hotel, the Presidential Suite.

With a soft "ding", the door was opened.

A man and a woman appeared at the door, peeping surreptitiously inside, where they saw a man sitting by the window.

The lady in the hotel uniform, a server, gestured to her companion for silence.

Hearing this, Shen Qingcang turned his sharp gaze towards the door, seeing two people escorting a drunk woman onto his bed.

The corner of his mouth curled into a dangerous curve, did these people truly think he was blind? His eyes were simply light sensitive due to an injury!

"Who's there?" Shen Qingcang's voice was deep, yet it managed to exert an invisible sense of oppression.

The man and the woman seemed to be startled, they did not dare to respond but rather chose to hastily escape the scene, closing the door behind them.

Shen Qingcang stood up, the line of his jaw stiffly set, suppressed fury lurking in his eyes.

He walked to the bedside, looking down from his superior position onto the woman on the bed.

Under the dim light, her exquisite little face was suffused with a charming flush from the alcohol, her mouth slightly pursed, head tilted, she sprawled on the bed fidgeting, her pose rather unattractive.

"It's so hot," Qiao Xueyuan murmured softly.

Shen Qingcang could smell the alcohol on her; his face twisted into a grimace of distaste. Just as he was about to instruct someone to throw the drunken woman out, she suddenly grabbed his hand.

Qiao Xueyuan threw her chin up, her eyes blurred as she focused on the astonishingly handsome man before her.

With a soft voice, she asked, "Who...who are you?"

Upon seeing her face clearly, Shen Qingcang's deep eyes flashed a complex look. It was actually her!

"You're so handsome... are you a hotel waiter?" Qiao Xueyuan gently shook his sleeve.

Shen Qingcang's eyes turned cold suddenly, sitting down by the bed, "Qiao Xueyuan, who drugged you?"

"Ugh... It's hot, so hot!" Qiao Xueyuan's heartbeat was getting faster, her skin felt as if it was on fire, unconsciously tearing at her clothes.

Shen Qingcang was never much of a saints, someone on purpose sent this cheeky girl to his bed tonight, he didn't mind fighting fire with fire.

He stretched out his hand to stroke her face, allowing her hot breath to spray on the back of his hand.

Feeling the coolness in his hand, Qiao Xueyuan couldn't help but get closer to him, rubbing against his waist.

She fidgeted, pulling at the zipper on the back of her dress, but could never quite reach it.

Without any hesitation, Shen Qingcang gently pulled down the zipper of her dress.

The rounded curves of her shoulders and her snow-white arms were instantly presented before his eyes, the pair of beautiful clavicles so enticing.

His fingers slid lightly over her smooth back, eliciting sparks.

Qiao Xueyuan's mind was a mess, with a small hand she tried to push him away, "You... leave and help me... close the door!"

"Do you want to chase me away, and monopolize my room?" Shen Qingcang responded calmly, his tone carrying a sense of laziness.

She was panting delicately, as the drug effect hit her, her body could no longer bear it.

Her little hand uncontrollably grabbed his arm, tightly hugging his waist, her head rubbing against him, and her legs kicking around senselessly.

She clung to him, mumbling with grievance: "I’m uncomfortable, please help me!"

"How can I help?" Shen Qingcang looked down at her asking knowingly.

"I... I feel so uncomfortable... whine..." Qiao Xueyuan scrambled up from the bed, her pretty eyes already filled with shimmering tears, and she pouted in protest.

She had no idea what to do, but she was truly uncomfortable.

Shen Qingcang bent down to kiss her, but she turned her head away, resting her powerless small head on his shoulder and uncoherently said: "No...no... intimacy... between... sexes!"

Shen Qingcang looked at her with an indecipherable gaze, one moment she was pleading him to help her, another moment she was forbidding him from touching her.

He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at herself, "Do we kiss or not?"

"I… I'm very uncomfortable, please help me..." Qiao Xueyuan was like a small kitten, her voice soft, her tone filled with a little pleading.

Shen Qingcang pecked lightly on her rosy lips, "Do you like it this way?"

Qiao Xueyuan stared at his handsome face, feeling the soft touch on her lips, and the last bit of her rationality was completely eroded by desire.

She hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him awkwardly.

Shen Qingcang, taken aback, held the back of her head, turned passive to active, and ardently responded to her passion.

The unique sweet fragrance of a young girl so soft, so sweet, drove him mad.

His cool domineering kisses attacked her like a storm, his kiss was deep, very controlling, making Qiao Xueyuan defenseless.

Qiao Xueyuan loved the cool mint taste in his mouth, naively responding to his kiss, challenging his authority, the ambiguous atmosphere becoming increasing intense.

The heat inside the room steadily increases, the heavy panting of the man, and the enticingly delicate moan of the woman fill up the presidential suite.

After a tumultuous night, with the effects of the aphrodisiac subsiding, everything returns to calm.

In the early morning, Qiao Xueyan wakes up from her dreams. As she opens her eyes and sees the unfamiliar surroundings, she gets startled and immediately gets off the bed.

"Ah!" She lets out a low cry of pain as her body feels as sore as if it has been run over by a car.

"Awake?" A low and magnetic masculine voice suddenly rings near her ear.