In the room at this moment.
A man and a woman were pulling at each other.
"Let go!"
Song Xi desperately tried to shake him off, but the man's strength was immense. He yanked her over, his arms like machine pincers, pinning her shoulders. Song Xi felt her bones about to shatter.
The room was dark, with only the streetlights outside mixing with the cold moonlight to cast shadows on the curtains.
Song Xi vaguely saw the enraged, fierce features of Lou Yuming.
What was he angry about? Why should he be angry?
Song Xi sneered, her dissatisfaction growing. Unable to bear it any longer, she summoned all her strength and broke free.
Unexpectedly, a crisp sound suddenly echoed in the air.
*Slap—!*
It was the sound of skin colliding, and also the sound of a slap.
Song Xi froze.
She had actually slapped Lou Yuming!
And the man in front of her paused.
Even without seeing his expression, Song Xi could imagine his pupils trembling.
A dangerous aura swept over her, accompanied by an eerie chill.
Just as Song Xi was about to explain, the man's powerful presence bore down on her, and he unceremoniously shoved her against the wall.
Her chin was roughly lifted, and his deep, cold voice sounded out, like a devil's whisper. Song Xi sobered up instantly from fear.
"Do you know the consequences of that slap?"
Song Xi swallowed nervously, "N-no."
"You dare to strike me if you don't know!"
He tightened his grip, and Song Xi's wrist throbbed with pain.
"Your courage is truly growing, drinking with other men, and then striking me when you're drunk! You've got some nerve."
"You... I..."
"You what!"
Song Xi couldn't speak because he forcefully pushed her legs apart with his knee. The awkwardness and shame made Song Xi stammer.
"Besides drinking, what else did you do?"
He freed one hand and began to stroke her cheek.
The tingly, faint touch was like a thousand ants, tormenting Song Xi relentlessly.
"N-nothing!"
Lou Yuming didn't believe him. He leaned in to smell her neck. "Afterwards, or before?"
"You!" Song Xi tried to push her knee up, but he quickly suppressed it.
Enraged and embarrassed, she snapped, "Don't talk nonsense!"
*Slap—*
Lou Yuming casually turned on the light. Her face and neck were flushed crimson, like a boiled shrimp.
Though he knew she was angry, Lou Yuming deliberately mocked, "Shy, are we? I hit the nail on the head."
"Unreasonable!"
Song Xi had nothing to say. She pushed him, but to no avail. She yelled, "You lunatic!"
"It's good that you know I'm a lunatic!"
Lou Yuming suddenly embraced her waist, closing the distance between them completely.
His eyes were slightly red, and his dark pupils emitted a soul-stirring, cold luster. "You'd better keep your distance from other men, or if I go crazy, you'll be the one to suffer!"
He really had the nerve to say that.
"Ye Hai helped me so much, what's wrong with me going for a meal? And you? What have you been busy with these past few days!"
She finally escaped his embrace and then climbed the stairs to the second floor.
"I never expected you to help me with anything, but since someone kindly helped me, you have no right to be angry, nor to yell at me!"
As soon as she finished speaking.
Song Xi felt a powerful impact on her back. She was slammed heavily onto the bed.
"I have no right?"
His expression was grim, and he seemed to be suppressing something, radiating danger.
Song Xi was no longer afraid of him. They had reached this point, what else could happen?
She lifted her chin. "Mr. Lou, aren't our current relationship just friends with benefits? What right do friends with benefits have to interfere in each other's affairs?"
Watching his expression darken and turn cold, Song Xi felt a sense of vengeful satisfaction.
She softened her voice, proactively wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes alluring but her tone laced with cold mockery.
"You always force me when you're angry and want to vent. How about it, do you want to do this one more time?"