In a luxurious, brilliantly decorated hotel room, the once neat floor was now covered with various items of clothing, making the room look messy and chaotic.
Suddenly, a delicate and sweet cry broke the silence: "Ah! Woo woo!" The voice seemed to pierce through the soul, evoking feelings of pity and sympathy.
Then came a deep, magnetic response: "Alright! Don't move. Don't worry, baby, I'll take full responsibility for you."
The firm words, like a vow, echoed in the air, giving a sense of inexplicable security.
"Woo woo! It hurts, it hurts!!" The sweet voice continued to plead with a crying tone.
A very handsome face kissed Xia Wan's lips, then, after the kiss, he gazed affectionately at her, speaking in a seductive tone: "Alright!"
Time passed by minute by minute, and the two seemed lost in an endless frenzy, indulging in the madness all night.
Until midnight, Huo Siyuan finally stopped his actions, which had been as intense as a storm. By now, Xia Wan was already exhausted and had fallen deeply asleep.
Huo Siyuan carefully lifted the sleeping Xia Wan as if she were a precious treasure, walking slowly toward the bathroom.
He gently adjusted the water to a suitable temperature and tenderly washed every inch of her skin with delicate care.
His gaze was filled with love and tenderness, as if afraid of waking up this fragile woman in his arms.
After the bath, he carefully dressed Xia Wan in a new set of pajamas, his movements light as if he were afraid of disturbing a sleeping butterfly.
Then, he gently placed Xia Wan back onto the bed, allowing her to lie comfortably.
Huo Siyuan sat quietly by the bed, gazing affectionately at this beautiful woman beside him.
Her serene sleeping face was like a fine painting, and he was mesmerized.
Unable to resist, he reached out and gently touched Xia Wan's cheek, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin.
Finally, he tightly embraced Xia Wan, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a sweet dream.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains and landed on the bed.
Xia Wan slowly opened her round, cute eyes, trying to move her body, but felt intense soreness as if she had been through a terrible car crash, as though a giant truck had mercilessly run over her.
This pain caused her to furrow her brows and softly groan.
With great effort, Xia Wan turned her head, and her confused eyes suddenly fixed on the flawless, heroic face lying next to her, like a magnet pulling her gaze.
As a connoisseur of handsome faces, Xia Wan thought that the face before her was an exquisite masterpiece, a creation from the hands of God, more beautiful than any male star in the entertainment industry.
Just looking at this face made her dizzy, as if lost in a dream.
What was even more astonishing was that even though the person was asleep, the mere act of gazing at his tranquil sleeping face revealed a majestic and dignified aura, continuously emanating from him.
This invisible pressure was as heavy as Mount Tai, and even from a distance, just observing him silently made people feel intimidated, evoking a sense of awe.
Xia Wan knew very well that anyone with such an extraordinary presence must have a special identity and could not be an ordinary person.
Recalling everything that happened the day before, she realized that she had probably unintentionally provoked someone she should never have offended.
With a heart full of fear, Xia Wan knew that she had to escape as quickly as possible before the mysterious man woke up.
With clenched teeth, she endured the intense pain radiating throughout her body, summoning all her strength to struggle and sit up.
However, the moment she attempted to rise, a wave of heart-wrenching pain swept over her body, and Xia Wan couldn't help but gasp for air. "Hoo, hoo, hoo! It hurts so much! Woo woo..."
She bit her lips tightly, trying to suppress the groans caused by the pain, but tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks, like a flood breaking through a dam.
Each tear seemed to carry endless pain and grievance, silently falling to the cold floor.
Xia Wan struggled with all her might to get up from the bed, finally standing unsteadily.
She looked around in confusion, only to see her clothes scattered across the floor like fallen leaves.
Bending down, she picked up a piece of clothing and, upon closer inspection, found that it was torn apart, as if shredded by a ferocious beast. It was clear that it could no longer be worn.
Xia Wan glared at the seemingly unapproachable handsome man in front of her and muttered under her breath, "You jerk, are you a dog? You tore my clothes apart, woo woo!"
This dress was one she had just bought, and with her already difficult life, she no longer had a decent outfit.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Why did everyone have to pick on her? As she thought, her tears flooded down like a broken dam.
While crying, she searched the floor for her clothes and finally grabbed a white shirt.
She thought, this must be the shirt of the man from the bed, and considered it his compensation for ruining her clothes.
So, Xia Wan gritted her teeth through the pain and walked to the bathroom to change into his shirt.
At 1.65 meters tall, Xia Wan wore the 1.9-meter tall Huo Siyuan's shirt, which instantly became a white dress that ended just above her thighs.
Xia Wan, who had read novels before, knew that someone with such a powerful aura might seek revenge, so she, like a frightened deer, tightly grasped her hair to hide her face, thinking to herself: If I do this, the man won't be able to find me through the surveillance.
Hehe! I'm so clever!
Xia Wan quickly covered her face with her hair, gently opened the door, and walked out with her head down, moving slowly like a snail.
Once outside the hotel, Xia Wan sighed in relief and took a deep breath. She looked down at herself—wearing only a white shirt—and dared not take large steps as she walked.
She touched herself all over and realized she had no money. It seemed she would have to walk home…
Inside a luxurious room at the hotel.
Huo Siyuan finally slowly woke up. He stretched out his strong arm, feeling around but couldn't find what he was looking for.
He slowly opened his eyes, and those sharp, deep eyes were like two red lasers, as if they could burn everything in their path…
Huo Siyuan turned his head to the side and found the bed empty, as if an abandoned land.
His expression immediately darkened, and he sat up abruptly, getting out of bed and quickly scanning the room, but still couldn't find the person he had been thinking about.
Suddenly, a vibrant red rose bloomed on the pure white sheets, like a burning flame, pulling his thoughts back to the previous night.
As he thought, a slight smile curled on his lips, forming a devilishly charming grin.
He quickly grabbed the phone and said in a low voice, "Find out who the girl in my room last night was."