Chapter 2: Sudden Turmoil on the Pillow_1

The sound of running water filled the bathroom, pitter-pattering softly.

Wen Sheng, wearing a black silk slip dress, stood before the hotel room's floor-to-ceiling window, watching the rain curtain outside.

She had never thought she could be this wild, to be with a man she had known for less than an hour.

The sound of water came to an abrupt halt.

As Wen Sheng turned her head, she saw a man emerge from the bathroom, only a white towel wrapped around his waist. His bare upper body was still damp, and with each step, water droplets converged into a small stream that merrily cascaded down the distinct muscle contours and finally disappeared into the towel.

Wen Sheng watched him approach in silence, her hands involuntarily clenched.

Fu Yanlin's dark eyes held an indifferent yet captivating gaze. He stared unwaveringly at her silky black slip dress, his voice both deep and enticing, "Interested in a drink?"

Wen Sheng shook her head. Lightly knitting her eyebrows, she resisted the wave of rejection boiling inside her. However, the refreshing aura permeating from him made her dizzy. She struggled to maintain her calm and pointed at the unopened box on the bedside table, asking, "Is this brand acceptable? The front desk said they only have this."

Fu Yanlin glanced at the prominent number "001" on the gray-black box and retorted, "With this in between, do you like it?"

"Safety first." Wen Sheng declared.

Fu Yanlin asked, "You seem pretty experienced?"

Wen Sheng looked away and replied lightly, "Does it matter?"

Her good friend, Zhu Qingjia, repeatedly cautioned Wen Sheng, never to reveal her inexperience during a rendezvous. She suggested Wen Sheng find a more experienced man for a remarkable first experience. After all, experienced men didn't favor difficult fledglings in such matters of mutual gratification.

Fu Yanlin's dark eyes were as deep as an abyss. In an instant, he seized Wen Sheng's chin and planted a fierce kiss, both hurried and vicious.

In that very moment, Wen Sheng felt as if she had been electrified, her body numb. An instinctive resistance gripped her as extreme disgust swept over her like torrential floods.

Fu Yanlin paused, his eyes narrowed, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. He asked, "What do you mean?"

Playing hard to get or feigning distaste was not part of this game of adult indulgences.

Wen Sheng took a deep breath, determined to overcome this obstacle, "No matter how much I struggle, ignore it. Pin me down..."

"So wild?" Fu Yanlin observed her with understanding, his tone laced with mocking disdain.

Wen Sheng's black orbs were dark and glistening, filled with indifference as she looked at him, she did not respond.

The next second, Fu Yanlin captured her hands and forced them against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. She had no escape.

The instinctive resistance surfaced from within.

But Wen Sheng's struggle was futile. Her defeat in their power play was inevitable.

Even though Wen Sheng hadn't cooperated throughout, he still succeeded.

Zhu Qingjia often said, the passion between man and woman is indescribable. Only those who have experienced it, know the taste.

But Wen Sheng did not feel any pleasure. Her whole body was sore, as if she had been flayed open, butchered and torn apart.

She couldn't understand why some people relished such an abrasive game? Where was the fun in it?

Wen Sheng's numb senses had hardly calmed down when Fu Yanlin pressed down on her again, his hot breath in her ear, "Once more?"