Shen Mengke never dreamed in her wildest nightmares that she would lose her virginity the night before her wedding. What made it even more agonizing was that the perpetrator turned out to be her fiancé’s best friend—Qin Yufeng.
The date was August 7, 2008, the eve of the Olympics. What happened that day would be seared into Shen Mengke’s memory forever.
She remembered it vividly—she had just finished trying on the striking red qipao she planned to wear for the wedding toast, beaming with excitement, when Qin Yufeng’s call came through.
He was using her fiancé Yang Pengyi’s phone. He said Yang was wasted and insisted on seeing her.
Shen Mengke knew Qin Yufeng had organized a bachelor party for Yang Pengyi. She had already been worried about him drinking too much, so when Qin called, she didn’t hesitate. After a quick word to her parents, she rushed out the door.
She knocked on Room 817 at Shunhua Hotel, but Yang Pengyi was nowhere in sight. The suite was empty—except for Qin Yufeng.
"Where’s Pengyi?"
"Puking in the bathroom. Had way too much." Qin Yufeng stepped aside with a polite gesture, and Shen Mengke breezed past him, heading straight for the bathroom.
Behind her, Qin Yufeng quietly closed the door—and locked it. Then, moving soundlessly, he followed her.
"Pengyi!" Shen Mengke called his name as she twisted the bathroom door handle, pushing it halfway open. She froze, gripping the handle, scanning the room.
The faucet was running, water gushing noisily into the sink. But the bathroom was empty. A cold dread shot through her. *Was Pengyi even here at all?*
*Did Qin Yufeng lie to me?* But why would he? What reason could he possibly have?
She let go of the handle and took two hesitant steps forward.
Then—the bathroom light flicked off.
Total darkness swallowed the room. Shen Mengke, terrified of the dark, gasped and spun around, bolting for the door.
The next second, she collided with a solid chest. The familiar scent of soap filled her nostrils, and for a fleeting moment, her panic eased.
"Pengyi, you scared me to death! Don't you know how terrifying it is to be startled like that? Always playing pranks—still such a child even on the eve of your wedding." She pouted playfully, lightly pounding his chest with her small fists twice.
Though her words were scolding, her tone dripped with sweetness.
"Shh!" Qin Yufeng hushed her, and Shen Mengke immediately fell silent with a smile.
This was how it always went. Shen Mengke, cheerful and talkative, often earned Pengyi's teasing complaints about her chatter—followed by his playful shushing.
Now, she felt a twinge of embarrassment. Here she was criticizing Yang Pengyi, yet she herself was about to become a wife tomorrow. Maybe it was time to rein in her own spirited nature.
Hadn't they said Pengyi was drunk? But the scent of alcohol on him was faint, barely noticeable. Strange. Then it dawned on her—he must have conspired with Qin Yufeng, staging this little act just to lure her out.
Pengyi must have missed her, just as she had ached for him every minute they were apart.
Right now, all she wanted was to melt into his embrace, to press her lips to his and whisper how much she'd longed for him.
Rising onto her tiptoes, she leaned in to kiss him.
Qin Yufeng, unwilling to reveal himself so soon, turned his head slightly, evading her lips.
"Pengyi, you— Ah—!" Before she could finish her question, a sudden dizziness washed over her as Qin Yufeng swept her off her feet in one swift motion.
With a gasp, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Spinning around, he carried her out of the bathroom and straight toward the expansive double bed.
The room was now pitch-black. A fleeting thought crossed her mind—where had Qin Yufeng gone? But then she realized: of course he'd slipped away the moment she arrived. This was all part of their plan.
Yang Pengyi's intentions were unmistakable. He clearly had something far more intimate in mind.
Shen Mengke's heart pounded wildly, like a drumbeat reverberating in her chest. She had always resisted, never allowing him to take things too far.
She loved him, adored him, yet feared his touch—knowing she might lose control if he caressed her body.
She had vowed to save her first time for their wedding night. Not tonight—it should be tomorrow night.
They had just gotten their marriage certificate today. She had assumed their wedding night would be tomorrow, but perhaps Yang Pengyi thought it was tonight.
Either way, they were legally married now. Being intimate was only natural.
There was no grand ceremony, no raucous celebration—just the two of them. His deliberate arrangement made everything feel incredibly romantic. If their first time happened in this private, tender moment, wouldn’t that be beautiful too?
Lost in thought, she barely noticed as Qin Yufeng gently laid her down on the bed.
"Pengyi… is it really happening tonight?" Her voice trembled, husky with nerves.
"Shh." Qin Yufeng climbed onto the bed but didn’t pounce on her as she expected. Instead, he pulled her into his arms.
Pressed against his chest, she could hear his heart racing just as fast as hers, making her pulse quicken even more.
He rested his chin above her head, keeping his breath from brushing against her skin. One large hand began stroking her hair soothingly, then slowly trailed down to her back, kneading gently.
After a while, his touch wandered forward, his palm boldly cupping the soft swell of her breast.
Unaccustomed to such sensations, she shuddered at his skilled touch, a wave of pleasure coursing through her.
"Pengyi… Pengyi!" she whispered shyly, her voice trembling.
Qin Yufeng’s scorching breath ghosted over her ear before his tongue flicked teasingly against her delicate earlobe, sending an electrifying tingle down her spine.
After a couple of teasing licks, he suddenly pressed his lips closer and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
"Mmm!" She let out a breathy moan, her petite body trembling once more under his touch.
For some reason, Yang Pengyi felt different today—more intense, more passionate than ever.
His playful teasing intoxicated her, making her wonder if she could have resisted his seduction had he kissed her like this before.
But soon, all wandering thoughts vanished—his relentless kisses left her utterly defenseless.
