. Fu, I understand you're in a difficult position, and I am very grateful that you are willing to talk to me so much and give me the opportunity to explain myself. But I also know that I need to find...Chapter 1: Man

Have you slept with men

As night fell, Xu Qinghuan, who had been on a business trip and had a few drinks, should have gone to sleep. But as soon as she closed her eyes, her best friend Fu Jiajia's words began to replay in her mind like a 360-degree surround sound.

"You should seize the opportunity while you're young and snag a handsome guy! Don't be shy!"

What did I say back to her at the time

I can't remember.

Xu Qinghuan lay on the hotel bed, her intoxication causing her delicate face to flush a rosy hue, like algae-like thick, long hair scattered...

In another month, I'll be 26 years old. I'm a fully grown woman, but I've never had a boyfriend. I haven't even had my first kiss, let alone anything else.

Actually, Fu Jiajia wasn't the first time she said it, and even vulgar jokes were on her lips every day. But today, it unexpectedly aroused a desire in her body. She was so drunk that she couldn't sleep!

Xu Qinghuan rolled over, still feeling like something was just out of reach. She simply sat up.

Unconsciously, she licked her slightly dry lips. She reached for her phone. Since she had taken out her contact lenses and had a bit too much to drink, the screen wasn't so clear. Seeing that the first character in WeChat's notes was Fu, she clicked on it.

Give me a few, I want to see them.

The other party responded very quickly, just sending a question mark.

Xu Qinghuan's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. Emboldened by her intoxication, the joke she made was a bit more daring. {Don't play dumb! Between a man and an item, choose one to send over, I'll be waiting in 1501~}

At the end, she also added a red lips emoji.

After sending the message, Xu Qinghuan waited for a long time but there was no reply. As she got up from bed to get a drink of water, the doorbell rang ——

She didn't think much about it and walked away, after all, Fu Jiajia couldn't really send a man over in the middle of the night, right

As soon as the door opened, Xu Qinghuan's wine suddenly sobered up by half.

"Fu... Fu Zong"

He seemed to have just stepped out of the shower, his damp short hair still dripping, wearing a dark silk robe. The belt was loosely fastened, revealing the indentation of his collarbone where several inky black numbers were tattooed.

Further down, several abdominal muscles could be faintly seen winding and extending before disappearing at the mermaid line.

Because of his excessively tall and lanky frame, he almost blocked the doorway. His deep and handsome face was half-hidden in the darkness. His eyes, which were usually cold and aloof, now burned with a fierce intensity, like a beast that had been lying in wait, its gaze fixed on its prey.

"You're looking for me...!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of strong hands clamping down on the back of her head, stifling any further sound that might escape her lips.

Xǔ Qīnghuān also tasted the taste of wine from his mouth, different from her own......

After a dizzying feeling, she was pressed onto the bed. The white nightgown mingled with that ink stain, giving people endless fantasies visually, and making this room filled with sensuality.

Fu Yan was clearly very drunk, otherwise how could the president of the prestigious Shengshi Group be in his little assistant's room

Unconsciously, I struggled for a moment, but Xu Qinghuan suddenly stopped. Actually, think about it... giving my first time to such a handsome, rich and powerful man isn't a bad deal!

He wouldn't remember who he was, just as he didn't remember being his middle school classmate, or even having been his deskmate for almost a year.

It was just a one-night stand. My own boss barely even gets to see him at the company, let alone me. With my position, I'm so low down that even if I said I slept with Fu Yan the next day, no one would believe me.

After a few moments of thought, she gathered her courage and, bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, reached up to hook her fingers around his neck...tupid; she knew if this project didn't require Fu Yan, Secretary Lin could handle it. He wouldn't have rushed back to Hong Kong from Washington without stopping.During the meal, Fu Yan added a piece o...