brace a bright tomorrow.""What do you want to do again" Fu Yan sat down.Ji Lin got up and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of room-temperature water. She unscrewed the cap and handed it to Fu Yan,...The man's furious outburst left Fu Yan with a blank mind.

The sound of rushing water came from the hot spring, along with Shen Wei's panicked cries. Fu Yan pulled her legs and ran, bumping into something in the dim light, her breath catching in her chest as she frantically dashed towards the door.

At this moment, the corridor was eerily silent, not a soul in sight. She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, the icy chill creeping up from her soles and clashing with the blood surging wildly within her. She felt like she would faint any second.

Footsteps pounded behind her, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

It's over!

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and covered her mouth!

Her pupils constricted, and she instinctively struggled, kicking wildly with her legs and shaking her head frantically, trying to bite the other person's hand. But the person behind her was incredibly strong, easily lifting her up by the waist and dragging her into a nearby room.

In the pitch-black room, she was pressed against the wall. As soon as the other person loosened their hand covering her mouth, she was about to scream for help, but that hand slammed back down on her mouth. The palm was warm and calloused, clearly a man's hand. A dangerous aura hung heavy in the air.

Her eyes were filled with panic, she struggled desperately, her tears falling down in a single rush.

"It was me."

A low, familiar voice.

Fu Yan's eyes widened in shock.

Ho Mingzheng.

Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness. Through the window, she recognized the tall and imposing man before her: Huo Mingzheng.

The next second, a wave of fear washed over her. She clenched her fist and punched the man's shoulder hard, "You deliberately scared me..."

Ho Mingzheng gripped her fist, lowering his head to look at her tear-filled eyes. He was truly frightened, his complexion paling.

He asked in a rare, calm tone, "I haven't asked you, what are you running in the hallway for"

Fú Yān's breathing was quick and shallow; she had been so nervous just now that she hadn't noticed the faint scent of water and musk on Hòu Míng Zhēng. The aroma lingered in the air, calming her gradually.

She hesitated whether to show Huo Mingzheng the videos and photos she had taken, but she was unsure how he would react to Shen Wei. She had to make a decisive move.

So she lied, "A cat just darted out and scared me."

Her eyelashes trembled, tears clinging to them, a pitiful look that made my heart skip a beat. It was definitely the look of someone who had been frightened.

Ho Mingzheng tightened his grip on her hand, "What brings you here"

Fu Yan wanted to say she had an appointment with a client, but she checked into a hotel room. What kind of client would require checking into a hotel room for an appointment Huo Mingzheng was so smart, this lie wouldn't hold up.

She thought long and hard, “I heard that soaking in hot springs is good for a cold. This place in Nancheng has the best environment, so I should come soak in the hot springs.”

I don't know if Huo Mingzheng had checked her out, he looked at her for a while in the darkness. With a snap, a warm yellow light poured down from above, dispersing all of Fu Yan's fear and apprehension.

She stared at the man so close, his male hormones were overwhelming. She was frozen in his shadow, only realizing afterward that her hand had been held by him all along.

"Mr. Huo is so busy, could he also be here for a hot spring" She pulled her hand back hard, but Huo Mingzheng tightened his grip on her wrist.

I don't know which word I upset him, he sneered and said: "What else would you do besides soaking in an onsen What about you"

When the man and woman were alone together in a room, they had countless intimate encounters. As soon as he spoke, Fu Yan felt incredibly uncomfortable all over.

Especially Huo Mingzheng's aura, domineeringly entangled her.

Luckily, Huo Mingzheng let go of her hand, otherwise he would have discovered her awkwardness.ure.Fu Jing had a sweat-soaked face and looked straight at her, "If you're talking about Fu Yan, then I'm sorry, I like her."A dangerous coldness flashed in the man's eyes, a hint of irony curving his...