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Shen Shihan gave a sheepish smile, What’s so good about her anyway?

He’d said so much to her, yet she pretended not to understand.

“Shui Fu, it’s getting late, I should go. You should rest early. Don’t worry about your mother’s situation, I’m here.”

He reached out and caressed her face. Her complexion was delicate and smooth, tinged with a touch of rouge, making it impossible not to find her beautiful.

He gazed at her, unwilling to let go.

He lowered his head to look at her, his fingertips gently gliding over her cheeks and hair.

This time, unexpectedly, she didn’t resist or refuse. She lifted her eyelids to look at him.

Her eyes were still red, but the tears were gone.

As their eyes met, waves of tenderness surged in his heart. He stroked her hair gently, as the alcohol he drank slowly turned into an impulsive desire.

He embraced her, holding her waist tightly.

Gradually, he leaned in closer, his head lowering, inching closer to her…

Mo Shuifu didn’t refuse; she knew that from the moment she started giving him the drinks, this moment was bound to come.

She was already prepared for everything; unable to repay his money, she only had herself to give him.

The treasure she wanted to save for the man she loved most—after tonight, she’d be left with nothing.

The decision she made allowed no room for regret.

As Shen Shihan moved closer, she could smell the scent of alcohol on him, and the mature aroma of manhood.

The fragrance on his shirt was soothing but ultimately, he wasn’t her beloved.

The suit jacket on his arm slid down as he embraced her, their faces mere two centimeters apart.

“Shui Fu… I think, I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Mo Shuifu’s face was met with his hot, hurried breath, making her heart suddenly race.

Love? But she didn’t love him.

Yet what did it matter? She couldn’t even repay her debt, so what was love worth…

She didn’t respond, causing him to feel increasingly helpless, “Shui Fu, can’t you give me an answer? Don’t you know, silence is the most terrifying thing, I’m afraid…”

He caressed her face, seeing his own reflection in her pupils.

Slowly, he reached through her hair, undoing the tie of her ponytail.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, spreading over her shoulders and onto the back of his hand.

Her hair, soft and fine, carried the fragrance of flowers, intoxicating him completely…

“Third Master,” she looked up into his eyes, “Love is too luxurious a thing…”

She couldn’t touch love; she could only look at it from a distance…

Love was like flowers in a mirror, the moon’s reflection on water.

As his fingertips brushed through her hair, she felt a jolt run through her body, like an electric current.

She got up on her tiptoes, suddenly hooking his neck and kissed him.

His lips were cold; this was the first time she had ever kissed someone on her own initiative.

She wondered, if she had met Shen Shihan first, would she have fallen in love with him first…

She didn’t know how to kiss, her movement awkward as she kissed Shen Shihan.

A feeling stirred in Shen Shihan’s heart; he had not expected Mo Shuifu to kiss him first. He cradled her head and took charge, beginning to kiss her back assertively.

Mo Shuifu didn’t resist at all, determined to go through with her decision without changing her mind.

She closed her eyes, letting Shen Shihan kiss her.

His kisses were initially light as drizzle, lingering on her lips, slowly becoming intertwined with her.

As he kissed her, he forgot everything else, just purely kissing her with no impurities.

With uncountable passion, the temperature around them soared.

Her hair spread across his shoulders, and gradually, she became limp in his arms.

Let it be a dream, she thought, and once awake, all would be forgotten.

She regretted not drinking more that evening; she was still too conscious for her liking.

The kiss, filled with passionate sparks, became increasingly uncontrollable.

Initially he kissed her ceaselessly, holding her face; then, no longer satisfied, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom.

She complied, without any resistance.

He gently pressed on her shoulders, kissing from her face to her earlobes.

“Mmm…” she frowned slightly.

He looked at her with intoxicated eyes, narrowing them. At this moment, she was like a delicate and charming red rose, different from the Mo Shuifu he used to know.

This side of her made him even more fascinated.

Entirely captivated, only he and she existed in this place.

His tie dangled down, touching her nose. She lifted her head, sniffed, and called out, “Third Master”…

She was so beautiful that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He thought, he must truly be drunk…

“Don’t call me Third Master, call me Shihan…” he whispered seductively into her ear.

Mo Shuifu moved her lips but did not speak.

Shen Shihan was discontented, nipping her as if to punish.

“Don’t…” She felt entirely ignited.

This was her first time; she knew nothing and hadn’t even imagined it would feel like this.

“Is it so hard to call my name just once?” he frowned.

“I…” she opened her bleary eyes.

Shen Shihan chuckled bitterly, though drunk, still he maintained a trace of clarity in his mind.

“I know you’re reluctant and unwilling. If you regret it, it’s still not too late…”

His deep voice rang in her ear, she looked at him and under the light, his features became even more clear and handsome.

She knew he was Shen Shihan, the Third Master.

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

Shen Shihan was completely lost in the moment; he kissed her ever more obliviously, marking her as his…

In this life, from an inadvertent encounter to their current entwined state, he was destined to be unable to leave her.

If that day, he had driven away, if he hadn’t gone to save her, would the trajectory of their lives have changed…

Shen Shihan had always thought that women were dispensable, but after meeting her, he realized that life is only complete with love.

He stopped thinking about those things.

“Shihan, Shen Shihan… be gentle…” she pleaded with a sobbing tone.

“Shui Fu, meeting you truly is the knot of my life…”

Two red threads bound them tightly together.

But he never anticipated that in later days, this knot would become their tribulation.

Their fates, entwined endlessly.

He undid his tie and shirt, sank into the deep sea of love, intoxicated beyond awakening.

It was always him taking the initiative, and he wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t know how to respond or didn’t want to. He felt a slight displeasure.

“Shui Fu, respond to me…” His seductive voice echoed in her ear.

Mo Shuifu half-opened her dazed eyes, somewhat unsure of herself.

Though she worked at Weiyang for a while, she was still clueless.

Seeing confusion in her eyes, Shen Shihan chuckled lightly, kissing her eyes…