"Have you ever slept with a man?" Night had fallen. Xu Qinghuan, away on business and warmed by a little wine, should have been asleep. Instead, the moment she closed her eyes, her best friend Fu Jiajia’s words began to echo in her mind, playing on a relentless loop. “‘Good’ doesn't even begin to cover it. You've got to hook up with some hot guy while you're still young and find out for yourself! And if you can’t find one, well, there’s always your own two hands. Don’t be shy—I’ve got a whole collection of videos that’ll open up a whole new world for you!” What had she said back to her? She couldn’t remember. Xu Qinghuan lay on the hotel bed, a drunken flush warming her delicate features. Her long, thick hair, dark as kelp, fanned out around her… In another month, she would be twenty-six. A grown woman, by all accounts, yet she'd never had a boyfriend. Her first kiss was still hers to give, let alone anything more. It wasn't the first time Fu Jiajia had brought it up—the woman spouted dirty jokes daily. But tonight, for some reason, her words had stirred a strange new craving deep inside Xu Qinghuan. Fueled by the alcohol, a restless heat coursed through her, making sleep impossible. She rolled over, but the feeling of something needing to break free only intensified. Finally, she sat up. She unconsciously licked her dry lips and fumbled for her phone. Between the wine and having taken out her contact lenses, the screen was a blur. Spotting a contact whose name started with ‘Fu,’ she tapped it open. [Send over some of those videos. I'm in the mood.] The reply came almost instantly: a single question mark. Xu Qinghuan’s brow furrowed. Emboldened by the drink, she typed out a riskier joke. [Don't play coy! A man or the videos. You choose. Send one over. I'm in 1501~] She even tacked on a red-lip emoji at the end. After sending the message, Xu Qinghuan waited, but there was no reply. As she pushed herself up to get a drink of water, the doorbell rang— She went to get it without a second thought. It wasn't like Fu Jiajia would *actually* send a man over in the middle of the night. But when the door swung open, the alcohol haze evaporated, leaving her stone-cold sober. "Mr.... Mr. Fu?" He seemed to have just showered, his short, damp hair still dripping. He wore a dark silk robe, tied so loosely at his waist that she could clearly see the string of black numbers tattooed across the hollow of his collarbones. Her eyes drifted lower, tracing the defined lines of his abs as they snaked down and disappeared beneath the V of his waistline. His towering frame all but blocked the doorway, his handsome face half-swallowed by shadows. His eyes, shedding their usual cold indifference, now burned with the intensity of a long-caged beast stalking its prey. "Are you looking for me—mmph!" Before she could finish, a large hand clamped around the back of her head, and he stole the rest of her words. Xu Qinghuan tasted the wine on his breath—different from hers, but now mingling together… A dizzying spin later, she was pressed against the bed. The stark black of his robe against her white nightdress created a visual contrast that filled the room with a palpable, seductive tension. Fu Yanshi was clearly drunk. Utterly wasted. Why else would the president of the mighty Shengshi Corporation be in his lowly assistant’s room? She struggled instinctively for a moment, then froze. When she thought about it… losing her first time to a man this handsome, this rich, this powerful—it wasn't a bad deal at all. He wouldn’t remember who she was anyway. Just like he didn't remember that she had been his junior high classmate, his deskmate for nearly a year. A one-night stand, that’s all it would be. Her own boss at the company barely got to see him, let alone an assistant of her rank. If she told anyone the next day that she’d slept with Fu Yanshi, no one would even believe her. After a few seconds of deliberation, her gaze met the moonlight filtering through the window. She took a deep breath and, summoning her courage, lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck.