The night sky silently swelled overhead.
Sanct Asile Island still shines as brightly as it does during the day. From a distance, the villa standing in the center of the island resembles a crystal palace suspended above the sea, an incredible sight to behold.
Inside the extravagant room, every corner exudes a luxurious artistic vibe reminiscent of the Renaissance era.
Heat.
A scorching heat, as if her entire body was melting.
On the ancient Roman styled bed, An Nian contracted her eyebrows uncomfortably. She was parched, felt like wood turning to ashes in a fire, radiating a burning glow.
A door silently opened, and the tall, lean silhouette of a man grew nearer, his steps silenced by the exquisite carpet.
Inside, a dim light gloomed.
As if sensing the man's strong aura, seeming unattainable yet grounding as dust, An Nian struggled to open her eyes. But her sight was so blurry, she couldn't make out his face.
The internal heat became intolerably stronger. An Nian twisted her body restlessly. The man's brows furrowed slightly, lifting his hand to her cheek.
His cool palm seemed to alleviate the heat within An Nian. It made her, having lost all rationality, greedily grab onto his hand...
Her burning heat, his soothing cool, jointly formed a perfect harmony.
...
Pain.
The first thing that came to wake along with her consciousness was the sour ache throughout An Nian's body.
Her eyelashes fluttered gently like a fan, and she slowly opened her eyes. The sour ache in every bone and muscle of her body came rushing forth, pulling along the blurred memories of last night.
Yesterday, her best friend and classmate, Zhang ChunChun, made a call, introducing her to the investor of the movie "The Third Troop".
Before this, she had been preparing for the audition for this movie, going as far as obtaining a helicopter pilot license in hopes of securing the lead female role. She really desired this role and, thus, went to the hotel Zhang ChunChun mentioned.
But, with just a single drink, she started feeling feverish...
This is why "best friend" had turned into a derogatory term.
Zhang ChunChun, who she considered as close as family, had drugged her and offered her to the investor just to snipe the role from her.
A chill slowly crept up from the depths of her heart thinking about it.
If she hadn't smashed the investor's head with an ashtray in a moment of lucidity and escaped, she would have lost her purity last night...
Then, a pair of eyes, dark as ink, appeared in her mind.
These eyes were breathtaking, sharp and intense, carrying an edge honed by years of worldly experience.
And then...
As if remembering something, she bolted upright, threw off her cover, and looked down at the bruises on her body. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight.
She remembered that when she fled the hotel last night, the investor was right behind her. In desperation, she grabbed the owner of those eyes, begging him to save her.
And then, being drugged to the point of losing her sanity...
Had she...slept with the owner of those eyes?
This sudden realization instantly drained An Nian's mind; only when her brain resumed functioning did she clearly see everything in front of her.
It was a room she found both unfamiliar and extremely lavish.
However, she had lost all interest in admiring the room, which was as grandiose as a palace. Having realized her situation, her hands and even her internal organs were shaking, yet she didn't know what to do next.
She simply wanted to leave this place.
She quickly picked up her clothes from the ground and slipped them on. Just as she was about to open the door and leave, the sound of a door opening from outside halted her steps.
Someone was coming in!
Could it be the man with whom she had slept last night?
