Mi Yao's complexion was pale; her innocence was lost just like that!
She had been planning to save herself for Gu Yunsheng!
At that moment, "click," the door to the shower room opened and a rush of cold air hit her.
Mi Yao quickly looked sideways and saw a tall and upright figure, probably 1.87 meters, a man who had just taken a cold shower, wearing a white bathrobe.
Mi Yao was furious and angry. She picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at the man with all her might, "Bastard, it was you who ruined my innocence!"
The man tilted his head slightly, easily dodging the pillow she threw, his thin lips curling as he mocked her without mercy, "What, getting uppity now?"
Mi Yao was taken aback, "What?"
She looked up at the man's face.
He really had a handsome appearance, with sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, a high nose bridge, his facial features so exquisitely beautiful as if they were carefully delineated by an artist; he was definitely the most handsome man Mi Yao had ever seen.
He also had a pair of deep, glossy, narrow eyes...
For a moment, Mi Yao was stunned; they looked like those of Gu Yunsheng.
But she quickly came to her senses; this face was unfamiliar to her, he was not Gu Yunsheng.
Her Brother Sheng had disappeared two years ago!
The man's gaze was both wicked and cold, and he gave her body a dismissive glance from top to bottom, "I ruined your innocence? Who was it that ran into my room and lay in my bed last night, and who was clinging to my waist begging me not to stop? Last night you were so passionate and so wanton..."
He emphasized the last two words with a heavy tone.
Mi Yao trembled all over, humiliated by his words.
Was it her who ran to his room last night?
Impossible!
She had gotten drunk at the bar last night, how could she have ended up in his room?
What went wrong in between?
Mi Yao had no time to think about it, she clenched her fists, "I was drunk last night, even if I did end up in your bed, you shouldn't have taken advantage of the situation, you're nothing but a despicable scoundrel!"
Despicable scoundrel?
The man snorted at these four words and then strode over with his long legs to the edge of the bed.
His height was too imposing, and instantly, a shadow loomed over Mi Yao. Whether it was because he had taken a cold shower or because his aura was too chilling, Mi Yao felt a wave of coldness.
She quickly backed away, looking up at him defensively, "Don't come any closer, what do you want to do?"
There was no room left to retreat; her delicate back pressed against the cold headboard.
At this moment her petite chin was lifted by two slender fingers, with the man looking down on her and sneering, "Despicable scoundrel? Do you know what a despicable scoundrel is, would you like me to demonstrate with actions?"
"Take your filthy hands off, don't touch me! If you dare touch me again, I'll definitely sue you!" Mi Yao slapped his hand away, her emotions running high.
The man remained immovable, letting her hit him, as he stared at the small face in front of him.
She was beautiful, with a small and delicate face, a dainty jade-like nose, at the age of 20, her skin was soft and fair like that of a newly peeled lychee, ready to weep with a single press.
She was the legendary siren that could suck the soul out of a man.
The man's deep, narrow eyes darkened, and then he leaned down, covering her small mouth with his.
He kissed her?
He kissed her!
Mi Yao was utterly shocked, her breathing came to a halt, and she widened her eyes in terror as she looked at him.
The man did not close his eyes; he was also looking at her, his eyes unfathomable, as if no one could see through to his true thoughts.
But the rims of his eyes slowly reddened, filled with emotion, he was like a fierce beast eyeing his delicious prey, ready to pounce and tear her apart at any moment.