Gao Sijin had no idea how much he’d eaten or drunk.
When he came to again, he was lying on the soft, oversized bed. This was the same room he’d slept in the night before. The curtains were drawn, and the blanket draped over him felt wonderfully cozy.
Looking back on the birthday banquet, it was almost unimaginably extravagant. He was just an ordinary nobody—what had he ever done to deserve such attention from Yu Qingxue?
Gao Sijin tried to sit up, but his head was still fuzzy. He’d been truly, thoroughly drunk. Even now, he could still taste the lingering fragrance on his lips and tongue.
Why couldn’t he move?
He meant to get out of bed, but his body refused to obey a single command, as if he were trapped in sleep paralysis.
Suddenly, Gao Sijin heard the crisp, clear sound of high heels. The noise drew closer, and he could almost feel the floor trembling faintly beneath each step.
To be precise… it felt more like his own body trembling faintly.
The footsteps stopped right outside his door.
Gao Sijin wanted to ask who was there, but he’d drunk so much that his throat burned raw. Not a single sound would come out.
“Little Ai…”
It was Feng Xiaohe’s voice from beyond the door, tinged with tears.
But Gao Sijin couldn’t respond. He simply couldn’t make a sound.
The doorknob turned.
Late at night. A man and a woman, all alone.
No matter how he looked at it, this kind of scenario couldn’t lead anywhere good.
She opened the door. Gao Sijin narrowed his eyes just a sliver and glimpsed her graceful, slender figure. She wore a white pearl-studded cocktail dress. Beneath the fishtail hem, he could just make out her long, straight legs wrapped in black stockings, ending in black high heels on her feet.
“I’m about to vanish from your life. Even online, we’ll never be able to contact each other again. But I truly am grateful that you wrote that novel.”
One foot, sheathed in black, kicked off a high heel. Step by step, she approached the bedside, a complicated light flickering in her eyes. Finally, her vivid red lips pressed together faintly.
“Come to think of it… I haven’t given you a birthday present yet, have I?”
Gao Sijin opened his eyes and saw the faint smile spreading across her breathtakingly beautiful face. There was exhilaration in that smile, but also bitterness—as if a hundred flavors of life were all mingled in it.
“Sijin, liking someone brings no pain. But loving someone brings a long, lingering ache. And yet, alongside that pain, the joy you can feel is the greatest happiness in the world.”
She drew closer, and Gao Sijin couldn’t refuse. His whole body was utterly paralyzed. He couldn’t speak. He could only watch her with open eyes.
“Don’t be nervous. Don’t be scared. And don’t look at me with those strange eyes. I put a little powder in your drink. I don’t think you’ll hold it against me.” Feng Xiaohe lifted the blanket. The heat of her body pressed close against him, and the soft sensation made Gao Sijin’s whole body go rigid. “Let’s love fiercely, and hate fiercely, in the best of times. Because time never waits around.”
—What are you trying to do?
Gao Sijin desperately wanted to produce a sound, but his tongue was numb and he had absolutely no strength left.
His only option was to question with his eyes.
“Xiaona was right. I love you. And those dreams were so incredibly real. I saw bits and pieces of life together with you. Those days were poor, but full of hope. No one paid you any attention, but I believed that sooner or later, you’d become an amazing, famous author. Even if you sometimes earned less than me, it wouldn’t matter. As long as we had our own little happiness, who cares about the rest?”
She lay over his body, recounting the married life she’d shared with him in her dreams.
A haze of intimacy spread across the bed.
Gao Sijin’s body simply couldn’t withstand her teasing. All he wanted was to escape.
Seeing this, instead of stopping what she was about to do, she only pressed on further.
“I’m really sorry for doing this. I thought about preserving some of your male dignity, but in the end, I decided against it. After all, Little Ai is a masochist.”
Feng Xiaohe looked exactly like a big cat who’d just spotted a feather wand.
“Little Ai, I’ve wanted to meet you for so long. Do you know that?”
—Calm down!
Gao Sijin wanted to shout, but no sound came.
“Mmm… ah, don’t hide. My Little Ai, I won’t let you avoid me. Look at my eyes, come on. Soon you’ll see just how much I like you…”
Gao Sijin tried to struggle, but his whole body was weak and limp. Under her coaxing temptation, a bewitching voice seemed to echo in his mind:
Hehe a-hahaha, the chicken soup is heeere~
He clenched his teeth, trying to hold it back, but it was useless. His body tensed… then went slack.
The chicken soup had truly arrived.
At the same time, he heard the sound of Feng Xiaohe swallowing.
He knew he wouldn’t end up with her, and yet his body submitted with stubborn honesty.
“Because of my work, I’ve met many men, but I’ve always kept myself pure,” Feng Xiaohe said, her disheveled hair clinging to Gao Sijin’s chest. “I think love means saving your cleanest first time for the man you like the most. Someday I may become someone else’s wife, but before that, I’ve given my first throbbing heartbeat to you forever. Please accept this birthday gift—one you have no choice but to accept.”
Gao Sijin wanted to push her away, but the drug had fully kicked in. Right now, he had less strength than an infant.
“I’m sorry, Little Ai. Forgive my greed. I’ll help clean you up afterward.”
A scene he’d wanted to write several times in his novel, but always feared would get banned, was now unfolding right before his eyes.
When he’d written about the male lead’s experiences as an outsider, it had felt intensely satisfying.
But now that it was happening to him, it felt unbearably miserable.
A person he could never be with, holding him in this way, entwined and tangled… No matter how he thought about it, it was just too strange.
Feng Xiaohe’s stunningly beautiful face was flushed crimson. Gao Sijin lay there feeling her weight upon him. With his powerless hands, he tried to push her away but could only manage a touch that seemed almost like a caress, pressing against those strong, black-swathed legs.
“We’re about to be together. Keep your eyes open wide and watch carefully.”
But just then, the room lights suddenly blazed on.
Yu Qingxue walked into the room. In her hand was a razor-sharp samurai sword gleaming with cold light.
“That’s enough, Feng Xiaohe. His first time does not belong to you. If you continue, I’ll have no choice but to kill you.”
Feng Xiaohe turned to glance at Yu Qingxue and stopped what she’d been about to do.
“Go home with your sister. You’re drunk.”
Feng Xiaohe looked at Gao Sijin with deep regret, then rose from his bed.
It had nearly become an unavoidable fact, but in the end, it was just a close call.
“Farewell, Little Ai. I’ll always support you.”
After leaving those words behind, Feng Xiaohe departed the room.
Yu Qingxue walked to Gao Sijin’s side and gently stroked his forehead.
“It was my negligence. I never imagined someone would drug you.”
Gao Sijin hadn’t imagined it either—that the ice-cold beauty from the company would resort to such a method.
He parted his lips slightly, trying to say something. Yu Qingxue gave a faint smile.
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill her. And I won’t take back the money I gave her before, or the job. Even though you’ll never see those two sisters again, you have to believe they’ll live happy lives somewhere out of your sight.”
Only then did Gao Sijin nod in relief.
