Chapter 1: The Charm of a Drunken Night

  Prosperous Z City, a dazzling night of lights, a hotel called "Si Yu".

  With a "ding", the elevator on the sixth floor slowly opened to both sides, and inside, a young and lovely girl was supporting another adorable but tipsy girl, walking out with staggering steps.

  Outside room 608, a pretty girl took out her key card and opened the door, pushing the drunken girl inside and throwing her onto the big bed.

  The lovely girl retreated from the room, leaving the door ajar, as if afraid of being discovered, and quickly turned to leave.

  Xing Ruo Meng, who was thrown onto the big bed, had her phone in her pocket suddenly ring. No one answered and it stopped, then rang again, ringing continuously three times before Xing Ruo Meng heard the ringtone. She dazedly fumbled out her phone, half-opening her eyes to press the answer button.

  A very familiar voice came from the phone, and that voice was also slightly drunk. "Where are you now?" he asked her. She replied vaguely: "Uh... yeah, I've had a lot of wine... where am I? Hotel, right, Si Yu hotel, what room number? Let me go take a look..."

  Xing Rui Meng used one hand to support herself on the bed, flipped over and got up, walked out of the room to look at the house number, raised her head to see the numbers across from her, and said she was in room 606.

  "You'd better not come out, quickly go back to your room, don't run around alone, wait quietly for me to come over, do you understand?!"

  Listening to the man's uneasy words on the phone, Xing Ruo Meng, who was thinking of leaving the hotel in the corridor, obediently walked back and entered room 606.

  She felt her head getting heavier and heavier, as if her entire body couldn't support the weight of it, and she fell heavily onto the soft big bed.

  The room was not lit, and the thick curtains blocked out the light from outside, making the room very dark.

  Hot.

  Time passed minute by minute, and Huang Ruomeng turned over uncomfortably.

  My whole body feels hotter and hotter, my whole body is unspeakably hot, every blood vessel and every pore are warming up, from the inside out it's so hot that I feel like I'm in a steam room.

  If the light was bright enough, you could see her pale skin flush with heat, and a few beads of sweat on her forehead. Her smooth face had an unnatural flush to it, as if it were about to ignite.

  After a while, the door was pushed open and a drunken man came in, emitting a strong smell of alcohol.

  The smell of wine on the man's body mixed with the fragrance of wine emitted by Xing Ruoming, filling the entire room.

  The man did not turn on the light, swaying as he walked in, and in the dim night light, only his figure's outline could be seen, a tall and dark shadow swayed in the darkness.

  He pulled at the already loose collar of his shirt, and fell heavily onto the bed, pressing down on a soft, fiery object. Then he heard a kitten-like whimper: "Mmm, I'm hot."

  He seemed to have bumped into something, heard something? The drunken man's eyebrows slightly furrowed, he turned over and lay on his back, placing his hand on his scorching forehead and rubbed it gently. In his eyes, which blended with the night, a hint of perplexity flashed by.

  The intoxicating sleepiness came over him, the man's hands dropped down, and he closed his eyes.

  "Hot." Rui Meng's fingers trembled, wanting to grasp something, until she grasped a piece of fabric.

  Through the fabric, a hint of coolness was transmitted, causing her to involuntarily lean in.

  That coolness was like a gentle breeze that blew away the heat from her body, feeling so comfortable.

  "Wuuu." Xing Ruo Meng let out a dissatisfied sigh, wanting more of this coolness, and stuck herself to it completely.

  "Hmm!" The man let out a muffled grunt as he was touched by Kōri Momo's scorching hot small hands.

  His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and his originally calm breathing became urgent. The fiery breath raised the temperature between the two people.

  The man's voice, laced with the smell of alcohol, called out a name and mumbled a sentence that sounded like an incoherent murmur from a dream.

  The feeling of being touched by someone, as if it were his own illusion, like in a dream, being caressed by the one he loved, he closed his eyes again, sinking into what he thought was a dream world, taking Xing Ruo Meng as the woman who haunted his dreams...

  Finally, there were no more obstacles between them.

  Lucky Meng was satisfied with lying on the man's body, her face stuck to his neck, but it still felt uncomfortable, as if she wanted something but couldn't get it, yet didn't know what exactly she wanted.

  "Mmm!" The man beneath her grunted, suddenly lifting a hand to cup her chin, tilting her face up to seek out her lips in a messy kiss.

  "Mmm." Xing Ruo Meng unknowingly let out a soul-stirring and enchanting sound.

  Cool and refreshing, a good taste, like a whirlpool of a rapid current, swallowing her, making her sink deeper and unable to extricate herself.

  Unbeknownst to her, she had given herself over to him, a kind of indescribable wonderful comfort spreading through her body, making the heat on her skin bearable.

  Gradually, Huang Ruo Meng finally realized what they were doing, but didn't have the energy to think too much, and could only let go of herself, following her bodily instincts.

  "Brother Chui..." Xing Ruo Meng's tender voice was filled with longing.

  The curtains blocked out the night, enveloping everything in darkness.

  Five years later.

  Xing Rui Meng held her four-year-old son Xing Xiao Bao, standing outside the wedding venue of Yun Ya Resort in the suburbs of Z City, watching the grand wedding of Rong Yan Xi and Zuo Xin Yan amidst the joyful atmosphere.

  Rong Jia's young master and Zuo Jia's daughter stood shoulder to shoulder, a match made in heaven, with the young master's talent and the daughter's beauty, they were a perfect pair.

  Xing Rui Meng would also send her blessings to this newlywed couple who are in the spotlight of the public eye, if she wasn't busy with an important mission at this moment.

  "On the red carpet, in front of the host's desk, under the witness of family members and all guests, the host begins to ask the groom and bride to declare their intention to marry: "Mr. Rong Fanxi, are you willing to take Miss Zuo Xinyan as your wife? Are you willing to love her unconditionally, whether in good times or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, and be faithful to her until forever?"

  Rong Manxi's face was calm and handsome, his lips tightly closed.

  "I don't want to!"

  A loud noise broke the brief silence on the scene.

  After a loud shout, Xing Rui Meng pulled her son and strode onto the red carpet towards the bride and groom.