In the master bedroom of a secluded three-story villa, the room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, the only source of light in the darkness. The floor beneath the double bed was strewn with torn pieces of clothing, a chaotic mess that hinted at the night's earlier events. It was Jiang Feise's birthday, June 14th, and the moonlight was particularly enchanting.
A soft moan broke the serene silence of the night. In the center of the white double bed, a small figure curled up, her long, slender legs shifting restlessly as she struggled with the unbearable heat coursing through her body. Her hands clutched at the white sheets, her dark, seaweed-like hair cascading around her, tangling sensuously over her bare upper body in the moonlight. She looked like a nocturnal fox spirit, breathtakingly beautiful, yet her delicate, doll-like face remained pure and untouched by the world's corruption.
Jiang Feise whimpered, feeling utterly helpless. Her long, black lashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, trembling faintly as she desperately sought something to hold onto. Her hands were bound with a luxurious black tie, tied in a butterfly knot. Her eyes, initially closed in distress, fluttered open, revealing a pair of dark, dazed orbs. The slight upward tilt of her eyes added a seductive allure that was impossible to resist. Just one glance at her was enough to leave one breathless.
She was in agony. Her small, pink lips, as delicate as cherry blossoms, parted slightly as she murmured weakly, "Water... water... I need water... so thirsty." Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips, not only was her body burning, but her throat felt like it was on fire. She craved water, and something more... something intense to release the pent-up energy within her.
Something was terribly wrong. The red wine she had drunk at her birthday celebration must have been tampered with!
Jiang Feise closed her eyes in despair, shivering uncontrollably. Unbeknownst to her, her pitiful, intoxicating vulnerability was being observed by a pair of dangerous, predatory green eyes lurking in the shadows.
From the darkness, those faintly visible green eyes watched her with a wild, cruel intensity, contemplating how to devour this delectable little prey and make her 18th birthday a truly unforgettable experience.
For a long while, the man’s tall, imposing figure loomed over the bedside. His thin lips pressed into a cold, cruel line, curving into a merciless smirk. "How foolish," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "To be so easily manipulated and not even realize it. Or was this your idea of a coming-of-age gift—throwing yourself at some stranger?"
His long, elegant fingers, usually so graceful, now ruthlessly traced the soft contours of Jiang Fese’s delicate face. They slid down her petite chin, lingering for a moment before gliding along the graceful curve of her neck. The contrast between the icy chill of his palm and the searing heat of her skin was startling, and for a brief moment, he paused, his deep green eyes flickering with a mix of dark fascination and surprise.
"Get off me! Don’t touch me with your filthy hands—" Jiang Fese’s voice was laced with disgust, her words sharp and cutting.
Her tone only seemed to fuel the fire in him. His chiseled features hardened, and his green eyes burned with a dangerous mix of rage and possessiveness. His grip tightened unconsciously, losing all sense of control.
"Filthy?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?"
"Stop… it hurts…" Jiang Fese whimpered, her voice barely audible. Her delicate face twisted in pain, her brows furrowing as she squirmed uncomfortably under his grasp.
Her soft protests only seemed to stir something darker in him. As she slowly regained consciousness, she became acutely aware of the scorching heat of his hands roaming freely over her body, growing bolder and more invasive with each passing second. His touch was both furious and possessive, as if he were determined to mark every inch of her with his presence.
He was like a wild beast, intent on claiming her, marking her as his own. She belonged to him—her hatred, her life, her very existence. She was his, and no one else’s.
His heated breath drew closer, inching toward the forbidden territory of her most intimate self.
"Ah! Get away from me!" Jiang Fese’s eyes flew open, wide with panic and defiance.
She was still in a daze, like a young deer that had stumbled into the human world. Her large, dark, and translucent eyes nervously glanced upward, only to meet the man's dangerous green gaze.
This... was her home in L City, the quaint little house she had bought. It wasn’t the hotel where she was supposed to celebrate Jasmine’s 18th birthday. And yet, this man who had barged into her home felt eerily familiar—so familiar it sent chills down her spine.
A strange, icy coldness filled the air, and Jiang Feise instinctively shrank back. Through the pale moonlight streaming into the room, she could see those cold, unfeeling green eyes in the darkness, staring straight at her—ferocious, unrelenting, as if he could devour her whole.
This man... he shouldn’t be here. He was the one she wanted to run far away from, the calamity fate had destined for her. And yet, on this very night, when she needed an antidote the most, he appeared beside her, exuding an air of arrogance.
Her body’s reaction told Jiang Feise that something was terribly wrong. She was certain that the person who had drugged her wasn’t this ruthless man standing before her. At most, he was taking advantage of the situation, demanding more from her than she could give.
After all... she needed him.
"Woman, tonight I am your antidote. Come here!"
