Chi Huan liked Mo Xi, it was well-known to everyone. From the age of seventeen to twenty.

Finally, last month, as the mayor's daughter, I set the wedding date with Mo Xi, the head of the Mo Group.

Tonight, Chi Huan made a big decision and spent a lot of money to decide —

Cook rice, and put him to sleep.

The Wen Hai Hotel, built under the sea, a luxurious and extravagant supreme romantic presidential suite.

As soon as Mo Xi entered the door, a person rushed into his arms.

The man caught it, but his brows furrowed. He scolded in a low voice, "Chi Huan, what are you doing?"

Her hands encircled his neck, leaning in close to kiss him, and she called out softly, "Xijue..."

Mossi turned his head away, dodging the red. The kiss landed on his cheek.

He wanted to pull away from her embrace, but her arms held him tighter.

"Sigh, it's so hard... Please help me."

Mo Xi, being held, naturally felt the scorching warmth. Her face, which was usually pale, was now unnaturally flushed, giving her originally pure features a different kind of allure.

He knitted his brows and asked, "Were you drugged?"

Chuan's joy bubbled over, she tiptoed forward eager to kiss him. Using knowledge gleaned from the internet, she attempted to stroke a man's...

Her hands even went down, roughly unbuckling the man's belt and pulling at the zipper on his head.

Moxi's expression changed drastically, and he grasped her hand tightly, scolding with a grim face, "Chi Huan, stop being so reckless!"

Looking up at the face of his sweetheart, whose eyes were shimmering with tears, he pleaded in a choked voice, “Didn’t we say we were going to get married… why not?”

We're getting married...

Mo Xi's eyes deepened slightly, indeed, in a few days, he would be marrying this person.

Since he agreed to marry at home, this is only a matter of time.

Chi Huan saw his hesitation and wavering, then dropped another bombshell, "If we don't try before the wedding, how will I know if you're any good? What if you just...fail? Then I'll be the one who loses out!"

No man could withstand such provocation and stimulation.

Mo Xi gazed at the flushed red lips, his head bowed as if to fiercely press a kiss upon them.

Their faces were mere inches apart, when a jarring ringtone suddenly pierced the air.

The sound of the bell wasn't loud, but in this quiet and romantic suite where you could only hear your breath, it sounded incredibly harsh.

A wave of unease washed over Chi Huan's heart, exacerbated by the effect of the medicine. Her pale fingers clutched the man's sleeve, her voice pleading, "Xi Gu, please don't... I can't bear it."

Mo Xi regained some consciousness, his eyes staring, his ears ringing with the incessant buzzing of his phone. He hesitated.

"Therefore…"

He finally took out his phone, the screen flickering with two words: Ya Bing.

"Chi Huan's hand was about to grab his phone, “Don’t answer it.”

I've liked Moshi for years, how could I not know who he is.

Su Ya Bing, Xi Gu's former friend, was forcibly separated from him three years ago because the Mo family looked down on her. After going abroad, she quickly married a local businessman.

But just after the wedding date with Xi Gu was set, he returned to his home country...

Mosley glanced at it, his finger hovering, but still answered the phone. He whispered, "Ya Bing..."

"Help me... please help me, he's going to kill me! He said he's going to beat me to death... Xi Gu, save me!"

The man's face changed dramatically, "Where are you, I'll be there right away."

Chi Huan bit his lips, clearly feeling hot and flushed, yet he didn't know where the sudden chill came from.

In a daze, Mo Xi hadn't heard what Su Ya Bing was saying. He had already hung up the phone and calmly said to Chi Huan, "I'm leaving."

<<>>

He left, what should I do?

Chi Huan gripped his arm tightly, "No, you can't leave, what will I do if you go?"

The man calmly said, "You call an ambulance, or have your bodyguard take you to the hospital."

With red eyes, she cried, "Mo Xi! I ate the spring medicine. You're going to abandon me for another person? I'm the one you're supposed to marry!"

He hesitated for a moment, but still pushed the door open. “Ya Bing’s husband has a serious tendency towards violence. If I don't go, I might be killed.”

Why not report it?

Mossi looked back one last time, then with a resolute grip on his things, he left without looking back.

Hearing the sound of the door close, the vast suite was left with only one person.

The oppressive heat surged, spreading with a suffocating intensity, leaving me feeling utterly empty and hollow.

It's so difficult...

I can no longer tell if it's heartache or just difficulty.

Chi Huan turned, nearly stumbling back to the tea table. Because of Zi Xu's sudden appearance, she almost fell onto the carpet.

From her bag, she fished out her phone and tears splashed onto the screen. She quickly found a number and dialed it.

It connected almost instantly.

A low, steady voice with a cool tone, "Miss."

"You...come here quickly, to the room I reserved."

After a moment of silence, the other side quickly replied with a "good," then hung up the phone.

Mo Shiqian.

The mayor's father hired a bodyguard at a high salary.

He's probably the most hated and most trusted man in the world.

I dislike him because he is both cold and inflexible.

Trust him because he is everywhere and can do anything.

In less than three minutes, a tall, lanky man who was one meter eighty-seven walked in. He wore simple black clothes. His air was silent and reserved, making him appear aloof.

He walked to the child curled up on the ground, knelt down, and frowned his handsome sword eyebrows, "Miss, Mo ne."

Chi Huan hadn't heard him saying anything.

Knowing only that a man had approached, his sharp, intoxicating scent drew every nerve, following his aroma as it crept up.

Mò Shí Qiān was about to reach out and feel the situation, when a childlike fragrance wafted over. The next second, a burning hot body plunged into his embrace.

He didn't expect this turn of events. He froze, his whole body tense in an instant.

It was this startled expression, two crimson marks appearing on his cheekbones from Chi Huan's slap.

Chi Huan's mind was largely controlled by the drug. The medicine should have been effective after just one pill, but fearing he couldn't control himself, he took two. Now, the drug surged through him, leaving every nerve consumed only with desire for men.

Moreover, this man has a scent that she finds appealing - clean and refreshing yet undeniably masculine.