"Is this disgusting?" Zhou Qichuan's dark eyes flashed with a trace of sarcasm, "When you cried and begged me to slow down, why didn't you say it was disgusting?"

In an instant, Song Zhiyuan's face turned red.

This bitch, how dare he say anything to anyone?!

Smelling the strong aroma of alcohol in the air, Song Zhiyuan frowned, "You're drunk, I'll take you back."

Zhou Qichuan said nothing, but stared at her with faint eyes, like a leopard targeting its prey, ready to attack.

Facing his charming but dangerous eyes, Song Zhiyuan subconsciously took half a step back.

She wants to escape.

But how could a man who was drunk by alcohol let her go?

Before she could turn around, she was picked up by a man. Song Zhiyuan's face turned pale with fright. She held Zhou Qichuan tightly and threatened, "Put me down, or I'll call someone!"

Zhou Qichuan, however, seemed certain that Song Zhiyuan would not dare. He held her in one hand and opened the door with the key he snatched from her hand in the other.

Immediately, the door was closed with a bang.

Before he could go back to the bedroom, Zhou Qichuan directly placed her on the sofa in the dim light, and couldn't wait to pounce on her, kissing and nibbling her.

Song Zhiyuan spent a lot of effort to pull away a little distance, and reminded in a trembling voice, "Zhou Qichuan, please wake up!"

Hearing this, Zhou Qichuan's body stiffened slightly and seemed to calm down for a moment.

But in the end, desire defeated reason.

He quickly lowered his head and blocked all the words Song Zhiyuan was about to say.

…

Throughout the night, from the sofa to the bedroom to the bathroom, Song Zhiyuan woke up in a daze several times and could clearly feel the heat of the man's palm on her waist.

Shockingly hot.

She could no longer tell whether last night was more painful or pleasurable.

I just remember that they all lost control later.

Song Zhiyuan sat up, holding on to her sore body. Zhou Qichuan was no longer in the room.

If it weren't for the mess on the floor and the marks on her body, she might have thought that last night was another ridiculous dream.

"Knock-knock-" A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Immediately, Zhou Qichuan's slightly hoarse magnetic voice sounded.

"Yuan Yuan, the meal is ready, get up and have something to eat."

Song Zhiyuan didn't know where Zhou Qichuan found the energy to get up and cook after a ridiculous night.

But now, she has no appetite.

I don't even want to see him.

There was no response from the room, but Zhou Qichuan knew clearly that Song Zhiyuan was awake.

She was always a light sleeper, so there was no way she couldn't hear such a loud knock on the door.

Across the door panel, Zhou Qichuan curled his lips bitterly, "Sorry, I was drunk last night."

He was answered with silence.

Just when Zhou Qichuan was feeling down and turned to leave, the door behind him suddenly opened.

He quickly turned around, and his originally dark eyes had a glimmer of light, which was dazzling.

Song Zhiyuan was wearing a suspender nightgown, and the traces of ambiguity on her body were clearly revealed.

The two of them looked at each other, and she raised her lips nonchalantly, "We are both adults. We were just doing what we needed last night. Mr. Zhou doesn't need to take it to heart."

——Everyone takes what they need and don’t take it too seriously.

Even though Zhou Qichuan expected that Song Zhiyuan would fall out when she woke up, he never expected that she would say such heartbreaking words.

Is she treating him as a sex partner?

Facing his somewhat angry eyes, Song Zhiyuan suppressed the bitterness in her heart and looked at the sky outside the window, "It's getting late, you should leave. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to my boyfriend if we bump into him later."

"Which surname is Shi?" Zhou Qichuan's black eyes suddenly darkened. Thinking of what he saw the night before, he almost squeezed out these three words through his teeth.

Professor Shi?

Song Zhiyuan didn't want to drag him out to take the blame. Just when he wanted to explain, he realized that besides him, he hardly knew anyone of the opposite sex here.

Her silence seemed to Zhou Qichuan like acquiescence.

"How long have you known each other for a total of time?" he asked unwillingly.

Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes and raised a cold smile, "This is my private matter. I shouldn't need to report it to your ex-husband, right?"

They have divorced.

Realizing this belatedly, Zhou Qichuan curled his lips sarcastically, "Yuan Yuan, you are really heartless."

Listening to his disappointed tone, Song Zhiyuan felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He took a few deep breaths to adjust his emotions and calmly raised his eyes to look at him, "Are you done?"

"Are you so eager to see him?" Zhou Qichuan's black eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.

This woman, she really has no heart!

"Yes." Song Zhiyuan answered without any hesitation and asked coldly, "So, can you leave?"

Zhou Qichuan had a gloomy face and said nothing, but the hands clenched into fists at his sides betrayed his emotions.

He stared at Song Zhiyuan for a few seconds, then turned around and strode away.

"Bang!" The door was closed with a strong force.

Looking at the empty room, Song Zhiyuan seemed to have been suddenly drained of all his strength. He leaned against the door frame, tears pouring out of his eyes as if uncontrollably, blurring his vision.

He must hate her to death now.

Such a proud person bowed his head several times for her.

Maybe what Zhou Qichuan said before is right, she is really a scumbag and has no heart.

So forget about her and start a new life.

…

After waking up too late and her eyes were swollen from crying, Song Zhiyuan simply asked for a day of sick leave and spent the afternoon reading in her apartment.

She thought that diverting her attention would make her feel better.

But the sad emotions were like air, pervasive, wrapping her whole body.

She was the one who was so cruel to pull away, but she is so sad now. Isn't it too pretentious?

Song Zhiyuan couldn't hold back and took out her mobile phone to search for news about Zhou Qichuan's departure from London.

He was on the plane half an hour ago.

Jiang Shihan seemed to have left early. The girl accompanying him in the photo, Song Zhiyuan, had met at the masquerade party.

If she hadn't seen He Wu in the corner of the photo, she might not have been able to remember where she had seen her.

She appeared on He Wu's screensaver before and was his sister, He Xue.

No wonder the look in her eyes at the dance was so strange.

Song Zhiyuan was lost in thought while looking at the photo, when her phone suddenly rang.

She looked at it and saw it was a local number.

Thinking it was a sales pitch or a scam call, she hung up without even thinking about it.

Downstairs in the apartment, Shi Yan listened to the busy signal coming from the receiver of his mobile phone and dialed again with doubts.

Song Zhiyuan got a little angry when he saw this number again. He was just about to block it when a message from Aera suddenly popped up.

She said, [vivian, it’s over, Professor Shi heard that you were on sick leave and killed him immediately! He might already be downstairs at this moment!]

Song Zhiyuan, "..."

How did Professor Shi know where she lived?

Looking at the incoming call on the screen, Song Zhiyuan suddenly realized something and quickly pressed the answer button.

Shi Yan's gentle and pleasant voice came, "Miss Song, are you at home?"

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Chapter completed!