2 a.m. on Valentine's night, on the set of a magazine shoot.

"It was a pleasure working with you!"

Irina dropped her eyes and nodded in greeting.

It took a sigh of relief to get back to the nanny van full of exhaustion.

The agent, organizing her schedule for tomorrow, opened her mouth in a small voice to inquire.

"Boss, going home?"

Outside the car the neon lights dimmed and the night deepened.

Irina pursed her lips in some hesitation.

It wasn't like she had to work overtime until midnight for tonight's work.

She just...

What was the point of going home?

Husbands who respected each other, marriages that existed in name only.

Even every time they made out seemed like a routine.

Irina pinched her brow and sighed imperceptibly.

"Go home."

It was a marriage, after all, and the look still had to be right.

The cell phone in her pocket vibrated again and Irina frowned as she opened it.

The phone had been non-stop throughout tonight.

Opening WeChat, messages came like a tidal wave.

All from the same contact.

[Slater (husband)

[iry, today is Valentine's Day, are you coming back?]

[iry, are you coming back for dinner tonight?]

[I made your favorite steak, it tastes great!]

I'm still busy?

Are you still busy?

[Remember to eat.]

...

[It's not over yet?]

[iry, are you coming back tonight?]

...

[Okay, happy Valentine's Day.]

Irina lowered her eyes, the color in her eyes was hard to distinguish.

The remaining light glanced at the villa not far away, almost home.

What kind of trick is this person trying to play?

Unwilling to go back much, she simply tapped the next syllable.

[Hmm.

Usually the villa only leaves a few small lights for those who return late.

Today it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, yet the lights were still on.

Irina raised an eyebrow and walked straight towards the bedroom.

Noticing movement in the bathroom, she pulled the door open without moving.

The man inside seemed to be startled by her, originally drinking red wine.

Suddenly choked, coughing with a few pathetic coughs.

"Cough cough ..."

The red wine accidentally spilled on the white shirt.

Adding a few moments of ambiguity.

Slater grasped the moment like the usual seductive lover.

The end of the cold eyes were now colored with a touch of scarlet, flatly adding a little more charm.

Voice with hoarse and a few imperceptible points of aggression: "Baby ..."

Thinking of the message sent by Slater, his heart was clear.

This is considered a Tanabata surprise?

Too formalistic.

Color is emptiness, emptiness is color.

Might as well send a few resources for real.

Irina saw this scene and narrowed her eyes, her pupils shrinking slightly as her gaze swept over the bulge that was faintly visible on his chest.

Her tone was flat and unruffled, just a few points lower than usual.

"What are you doing."

Irina glanced at the bottle.

Guessing Slater's intentions for the night, she rinsed out the red wine with some disgust.

Pulling the man down he would lay back on the bed, a hint of exhaustion caught in his brow.

"Come on, we have work tomorrow."

The two had been married for years and every time they were intimate it seemed like a routine.

It was really boring.

It would be better to go work late.

Tonight Slater was extra gentle, attentive to every sensitive point of Irina's body.

In a flash of white light, Slater stopped moving and collapsed straight on top of Irina.

Irina's eyes were dazed and flushed, and she remembered in a daze that she had a script to read in the morning.

Her hands made an effort to push Slater away, but they didn't budge at all.

"Jean Jean, I'm going to take a shower."

Irina called for the third time when Slater looked up suddenly.

With a dangerous gleam in his eyes, he clasped the woman's wrist as she pushed him.

No longer gentle and restrained, the eyes were covered in a nasty desire that exuded the ultimate aggression.

The corners of his mouth hooked into an evil smile, the lust in his eyes undisguised.

"Where do you want to go?"

As Irina froze, he grabbed the tie on the side, finely binding Irina's wrists and grabbing it up to buckle it over her head.

Hooking the corners of his mouth in an evil smile, his eyes flashed with four parts coolness, five parts desire, and one part carelessness.

"I'm not satisfied yet, what are you running for?"

Irina's brow furrowed and she barely managed to fight a little.

"Is that all you want to play tonight?"

Slater grunted, tickled with lust and inarticulate.

"You don't?"

When he finished, a spread of kisses fell in a thin stream.

Attacking her with reckless abandon, invading every inch of her breath.

It wasn't like the old tenderness and thoughtfulness, it was different and exciting.

Slater's movements were frantic, like a tireless beast tearing away at the outer skin of Wenya.

Every inch of skin was marked with his markings, covered in his scent, bringing with it the pleasure of extinction.

Irina's thoughts were dragged into the abyss, wrapped in emotion.

The pleasure was more than bearable, more savage and insane than ever before.

Thoughts were lost in a trance.

It didn't seem so bad.

The following morning, the sunlight spread freely over the two of them.

Irina frowned jerking awake and reached for her bedside cell phone.

Charged it up.

A few minutes later the phone turned on with dozens of consecutive message alerts.

The assistant's messages piled up over a dozen.

It was eleven o'clock, her eight o'clock script workshop!

[Boss, are you here yet?

[Boss, the agent went in to apologize for now, everything is fine.]

[Boss, you have a good rest, the script seminar has been postponed until tomorrow morning.]

On top of that, there were the messages Slater sent yesterday afternoon.

77 articles.

Yesterday, she had been shooting commercials, and straight away she skimmed through them before almost arriving home.

Thinking about this, Slater tapped on the man's text message screen.

Flipped to the first unread.

Still letting her thoughts fly.

So last night he had prepared a surprise?

Irina lowered her eyes in reflection.

Had she been too cold to her lawful husband.

Slater awoke to the sound of movement beside him.

His mouth curled up in amusement at the marks on Irina's body.

These were his handiwork!

Getting up, he wrapped his arms around Irina and dropped a dominating kiss on her forehead, pulling his wallet out of the nightstand and drawing out all the cash inside.

A twenty, and a couple of ones.

The 20 was then graciously slipped into her hand.

The lust-satisfied version of Slater-Bully was insatiable, the corners of his mouth unilaterally hooked up at a forty-five degree angle.

An evil smile.

"Served you well last night, take this money, as long as you follow me with all your heart, the money will never be less!"

Irina received a handful of scattered change, her brows furrowed.

The tone of her voice was calm and indifferent.

"What are you doing."

Slater smiled evilly.

"You're forgiven this time, and from now on, call me by my first name: the honorable Slater!"

Irina thought back over her memories of yesterday and let out a deep breath to suppress her emotions.

"Slater, haven't you had enough fun?"

Slater cupped Nancy's chin, his thin lips rising.

"Played enough? What? Want to run away from me that badly?"

"I'm telling you, don't even think about it!"

Irina's headache intensified, the veins at the corners of her forehead jumped as she expressionlessly shook off the hand at her waist.

Casually draping on a bathrobe, she picked up her cell phone and dialed.

"Hello, is this Dr. Bob the psychiatrist? This is Irina, please come to the house."

Irina looked insatiable, still tossed by her SUGAR daughter.

Hooking up an imperative smile.

"Be a good girl and recognize reality, you're mine!"

The doctor nonchalantly pretended to be blind, ignoring the intense battle in the bedroom, and simply did a basic checkup with the instruments he carried.

With some difficulty, he looked to Irina, not knowing how to speak.

"Initial examination of the brain is not much of a problem, it should just be a long time without sex, suddenly come once, the stimulation of ... memory is misplaced ..."

Hearing this, Irina's mouth twitched.

She thought that Slater was a long-planned, specially planned surprise.

Unexpectedly , it was ...

Irina's ears rolled.

Slater's sniffed a light laugh, looking askance at Nan Xi, his tone frivolous.

"Once? Baby, do you need me to help you remember exactly how many times last night? I'm a ..."

Irina hurried forward to cover his mouth and glared at him.

"Stop it!"

Slater licked the palm of her hand, the tails of his eyes tickling with unfinished desire.

"Quite the trick little canary, was that a lustful attempt to get my attention?"

"Either way, you can't escape me!"

The doctor froze in place.

Irina glanced at the doctor and spoke expressionlessly, "Doctor, are you sure there's nothing wrong with his brain?"

Doctor: "..."

To be honest, I'm not so sure now ...

"How about a transfer to a mental hospital?"