In the VIP room of the SKY Bar, luxuriously designed with veiled lights casting an ambivalent glow, a girl lying on the bed gently stirred her body, consumed by an unbearable heat. She unconsciously tugged at her collar, murmuring, "Ugh... so hot."
She clung to the blanket and pursed her lips. Suddenly, a cool, large palm gently swept across her features. The sudden chill made her whimper with longing, "Cold, it’s really cold..."
Her delicate hand clung to his larger one, seemingly guiding it downward...
Where icy met fiery...
A deep, bone-melting voice echoed in her ear, "Be good, don't move. There’s more chill to come."
Her eyes narrowed, but everything was engulfed in darkness, and she could see nothing clearly. Her body felt like it was engulfed in flames, an unbearable heat.
She could only recall the cool, large palm softly brushing against her arm, gradually withdrawing all heat from her.
The unexpected chill made her instinctively* hug her body...
The man's larger hand gently moved her hands away, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Good girl, don't move."
"Ugh..."
Something soft and warm obstructed her lips. Attempting to resist, she found herself powerless against the dominant, icy aura encasing her, leaving her incapable of struggling.
An uncanny sensation flooded through her body. She frowned, highly uncomfortable. She weakly pushed his body away but failed, feeling as though an immovable mountain was pressing down on her. She felt as if an invisible web ensnared her, leaving her gasping for breath.
Kisses fell upon her like a delicate storm, leaving her in a daze, utterly at a loss.
A sudden surge of pain hit her and she shivered. She was instinctively* about to cry out, only for him to completely seal off her mouth, not giving her an iota of opportunity to breathe.
Their sweat-drenched skin adhered tightly together. After their intense intimate moment, their reckless conquest, Xia Qianqian could only feel a wave of sour pain and overwhelming fatigue sweeping over herself...
The sky rolls, revealing its underbelly of clouds. Xia Qianqian opens her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings, her eyebrows instinctively knit together. As she attempts to move, her body screams in discomfort and aches.
Suddenly, it hits her like a lightning bolt. She had lost her virginity! Recalling the scene of herself getting drunk at a bar last night, she can't help but shudder. Glancing at the man sleeping beside her, she contemplates stepping into the path of an oncoming tofu cart and getting it over with. Unbelievably, she had lost her virginity to a gigolo. Her life seemed over.
Slipping off the bed, she puts on her clothes and shoes, then pulls out thirty yuan from her bag and leaves it on the bedside table. At the same time, she scribbles a note: ‘Buddy, it’s your bad luck. This lady only has thirty yuan. If we meet again, I’ll make it up to you. You were quite good’. Dropping the pen casually, she skips out of the room and into the deserted hallway, tugging at her collar. She walks slowly and stealthily, her eyes darting nervously around as she hopes not to run into any acquaintances.
Upon exiting the bar, she had just got into a taxi when her phone abruptly rings. She retrieves it and sees a call from home. After hesitating for half a minute, she answers, “What is it?”
"Xia Qianqian, are you actively seeking rebellion?” The deep voice of a middle-aged man comes through the phone. It belongs to Xia Cangsheng, the incredibly wealthy man of city X, and Xia Qianqian's biological father.