When Bo Jingzhou received Huo Tingdong's call, he was in a meeting. His mind went blank instantly, and the surrounding sounds disappeared.

He sat in the chair, his whole body drained of energy. Even moving a finger was difficult. It took several seconds for the lost strength to gradually return to his body.

He got up, his face tight, and strode out of the meeting room without a word.

Even long after, the executives present still remembered how grim and gloomy Thin Jingzhou's face had been at that moment.

Shen Wanci's eyes were a little dazed, her reaction was slow, but it wasn't the kind of daze that came after being frightened. She looked at Bo Jingzhou, yet she seemed not to see him. After a long while, she slowly said, "I'm sorry."

She was completely out of it, like trapped in a spiritual world that no one could enter. That's where the real her existed, while the person before them seemed like a lifeless doll.

Bo Jingzhou gripped her hand, his grip was very tight, the pain pulled back Shen Wanci's drifting consciousness, "Wan Wan."

Her vacant gaze finally focused, landing on the man's stern face. "The other party is coming for me."

"I know."

These, Huo Tingdong had already briefly said over the phone.

"If I hadn't sent Yuezhi to pick me up, she wouldn't have suffered this calamity."

"Wanwan," Bo Jingzhou clasped her uninjured wrist, pulling her into his embrace. His fingers threaded through her hair, his fingertips and palm pressing against the back of her head. "You're not a fairy, you don't have the ability to see the future, so there's no need to blame yourself."

She leaned against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him. He held her tight, as if trying to melt her into his very being.

Heavy breathing fell on her ear, her chest heaving violently.

Being held by this brute force, Shen Wanci unexpectedly felt as if she had found an outlet for her frustrations.

The disappointment, dejection when the jailer barged into the meeting hall with a phone, followed by the self-blame and sadness for Qin Yuezhi's injury, the anger at the perpetrator's impunity, and the hidden fear among all these emotions, surged out of her tightly closed heart in this moment of being pulled into Bo Jingzhou's embrace.

All supports collapsed in that instant.

Shen Wanci clutched the collar of Bo Jingzhou's shirt tightly. The fabric rubbed against the burn on her arm, bringing excruciating pain that didn't make her let go.

In the silent room, there was only the sound of each other's breathing.

Her emotions erupted with a ferocity that felt like her head would explode. It was a searing pain, as if someone had ripped open her skull and crammed too much into it all at once, leaving her unable to process it.

She desperately needed an outlet, something to distract her, even if only for a moment's respite.

There was no sound, and no movement.

Shen Wanci's face was pressed against Bo Jingzhou's chest, her ears filled with his frantic heartbeat: "Are you coming?"

"???"

The man stiffened instantly.

He actually didn't have any thoughts in that direction, even though the two of them were pressed together so intimately. Shen Wanci was injured and had just experienced such a huge shock, it would be impossible for anyone but a beast to have any thoughts at this time.

But once this layer of paper was pierced, certain tantalizing topics were brought to the surface, and he... became somewhat unable to control himself.

In the embrace of such intensity, summer clothes were almost nonexistent. He could clearly feel her breath against his chest and the touch of her body pressed against his waist.

Reason and instinct wrestled in my mind, but reason ultimately prevailed.

He shouldn't take advantage of others' misfortune.

Although he got Shen Wanci by taking advantage of her vulnerability, times change.

Bo Jingzhou loosened her, wrapped her in the blanket like a pupa, and stood up from the bed somewhat awkwardly: "You sleep for a while, I'll go talk to Huo Tingdong."

"Are you really going to talk to Huo Tingdong like that?" she raised her chin, gesturing towards his lower abdomen...

"....."

"Are you incapable?"

For a man, there's nothing more provocative than that statement. Bo Jingzhou sat back on the bed, his big hand gripping her nape, and kissed her heavily.

His eyes were filled with malice, pinning her between the headboard and his body. He bit at her lip, stealing her breath.

intense, impulsive.

Shen Wanci tilted her head back, the breathlessness caused by her lack of oxygen made her vision blurry, and she felt dizzy.

Bo Jingzhou's hand reached into her skirt, touching her skin and then pausing, only to keep kissing her. "Wan Wan, do you want to break up with me?"

"???"

"If you regret this in the morning, will you curse me as a hypocrite who took advantage of you and fire me directly?" His body was tense to the limit, but stopped at the last moment.

Shen Wanci's waist was pinched by his hand, leaving large patches of red marks. Her dazed eyes were filled with a layer of pink wateriness.

She looked at Bo Jingzhou, her mind was a blank, she didn't hear a word he said.

Realizing he'd stopped, she unconsciously reached out and tugged on his metal belt buckle.

Bo Jingzhou's rationality had already been shattered by the onslaught of his primal instincts, and Shen Wanci's overtly suggestive actions completely dismantled what was left. He leaned in again, this time offering Shen Wanci no chance to refuse.

He knew she probably just wanted something to do, a distraction, and he happened to be available. But at this moment, being able to hold back from getting tangled up in this issue, well, not many men could manage that.

Bo Jingzhou's body was drenched in sweat, his veins bulging on his neck and the back of his hands. He lay over Shen Wanci, his voice tight, "I'll be gentler this time, I won't hurt you, Wanwan, don't be nervous."

A husky voice laced with seduction, his hand ran through her hair, gently kissing her, soothing her emotions.

He said to be gentle, and he really was, afraid of hurting her. Shen Wanci just had to show a slightly different expression, and he would immediately stop, his face full of worry as he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Her hand fell on his tense arm, "I want to sleep."

Bo Jingzhou: "..."

"If you keep acting like a sickly weakling, get out of here."

This is blatant contempt and provocation.

Bo Jingzhou sneered, grasped her hand, and lifted it above his head. The gentle breeze and light rain instantly transformed into a raging storm. Shen Wanci quickly found herself speechless.

In the hurried voice, there were one or two muffled low moans. The seductive atmosphere in the room made people blush...