I never thought I'd be the type to have a hookup, honestly. I was pretty conservative in the past. I dated my husband for two years and didn't even do *that* until our wedding night.

Does this count as sending a cannon thousands of miles? Especially with the man in front of me, who is slightly drunk and hazy but still incredibly handsome, being my husband's best friend since childhood.

I gave my husband the best of me without reservation. What did he do?

He not only cheats on me outside, but he also has an affair with my younger sister! Rabbits don't even eat the grass by their own nest, and I feel like I've let myself down these past twenty years if I don't give him a green hat to wear from head to toe.

So while he was cheating on me with other women, I was seducing his brothers. It's payback time.

Qiu Lin was clearly drunk, didn't recognize me, and thought I was a little fangirl who had succumbed to his charming looks. Sticking to the principle of not eating for free, he gently pulled me into his hotel room.

I was behind him at the door, his warmth radiating off him like a simmering heat. His breath tickled my nose, carrying with it his intoxicating scent.

Qiu Lin Yan is the typical kind of person who appears carefree and frivolous on the outside, but secretly harbors a domineering heart like a CEO.

“Alone?” His voice was low and husky, a hazy murmur.

“Aren’t there two now?” I looked up, meeting his lowered gaze. His eyes were almond-shaped and curved into a smile, with long lashes that were thick like a fan.

Suddenly I realized, this cannon appointment wasn't a bad one after all.

He chuckled softly, his long fingers lightly tracing my face, then my nose, finally drifting to my collarbone. It was a tingling sensation, no, it was rather comfortable, living up to his reputation as the notorious playboy.

"Wrong, it's a half."

"There's still half left?" Although I know that's not the point, well... I can be a bit stubborn. I hope I haven't spoiled his fun.

He didn't seem to mind at all. He bent down, his broad palm resting on my shoulders, and instantly scooped me up horizontally. Only then did he smile: "Halfway there? You'll be up soon enough."

"What?" At first, I was really clueless. By the time I came to my senses, I heard his boisterous laughter. Then, everyone else had already gone to bed. To be honest, I was beet red at that moment, my heart pounding like crazy. I don't know if it was embarrassment from being tricked or shame for...

He didn't rush to mount me, instead he lowered himself down and rubbed his face against mine, his thin lips teasing my earlobe. I felt a tingle and instinctively moved my neck away.

You could plainly hear his muffled laughter: “Uncomfortable?”

"If I say I'm uncomfortable, will you let go?" I asked him.

"No." His answer was firm and resolute.

Then I suddenly felt a bit irritated: "Why are you asking?"

He lifted his face, his finger lightly touching my lip, then tracing down my neck until his fingertips brushed the buttons of my shirt. With a gentle tug, the buttons flew open, exposing me completely to his gaze.

He seemed to pause, his breath catching in his chest. His thick chest rose and fell visibly, and I was worried he might burst out of his shirt.

He said it casually, "Because I respect you."

I'm speechless. Respect me? Then let me go! He seems unfazed by my contempt: "Whether you are comfortable or not, whether I let go or not is a decision."

"So what?" I can't understand this person's logic. If I didn't know him already, I'd think I was dating a psychopath.

Now, he had unbuttoned every button on his shirt. His strong chest was bare, there wasn't a doubt about that. Even better, he had abs, eight of them, not one more, not one less.

Although his skin was pale, he had the aura of a Hollywood action hero. I suddenly started breathing rapidly.

"So I'll listen to you wheeze and groan, then keep on conquering."

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