The smell of alcohol, mixed with warmth, gently blew over, making her face flush red.

"Hmm, I won’t move..." Jiang Chengsi nodded in agreement.

The elevator quickly arrived, and the manager escorted the two to the room door, "Miss Si, if you need anything, just call the front desk from the room phone; I’ll be leaving now."

As the manager spoke, he made a hurried exit from this troublesome place.

Scary!

He had worked with Jiang Chengsi for some years, yet this was the first time he’d seen him clinging to someone like this; it was unbearable to watch.

Si Qingxiao was amused yet helpless; she should be the embarrassed one, why was the manager blushing instead?

...

As soon as the door opened, a faint fragrance of roses wafted in. The room was unlit, with only a few scented candles flickering due to the slight breeze as she opened the door.

The room suddenly became enchanting, as if filled with myriad charms.

The space housed several bouquets of roses, with petals arranged in a heart shape on the bed.

The entire room was evidently meticulously arranged, but Jiang Chengsi, having had quite a bit to drink, had no mind to admire it. As she helped him to the bed, he relaxed and sleepiness took over.

The club manager was considerate, leaving hangover and headache pills on the table...

Si Qingxiao examined the medicine box, checking its contents, only to find something unexpected at the bottom.

Her face instantly turned crimson...

Was the manager a bit too thoughtful?

Si Qingxiao found the kettle and prepared to boil some water. The noise from boiling was a bit loud. Jiang Chengsi, not too heavily intoxicated, suddenly remembered he promised Si Yushan to send Si Qingxiao home today, and struggled to get up...

"What are you doing?" Si Qingxiao hurried to support him as she saw him rising unsteadily.

"I’m taking you home," Jiang Chengsi pinched his brow.

"I’ve already called someone to pick me up; you should just sleep."

"I’ll take you." Jiang Chengsi insisted, having promised Si Yushan before but not fulfilling it; he didn’t want to break his word again. He struggled to get up, leaning against the wall, "I’ll wash my face."

"Then take it slow."

...

The room was filled with the smell of roses and incense, coupled with the scent of alcohol on Jiang Chengsi, making the overall aroma less pleasant. Si Qingxiao went to the window, opening a small crack.

A gentle breeze entered the room, causing the already lit scented candles to flicker.

Suddenly, they extinguished one by one.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness, startling Si Qingxiao.

However, the place with the light switch featured a night glow design; she touched the wall, intending to turn on the light...

The kettle’s water kept boiling, making the room both quiet and dark.

A cool breeze blew from behind, sending chills down her back as her fingers touched the switch. Before she could press it, she touched something scorching hot, seemingly someone else’s hand, causing her heart to skip.

Just as she was about to retract her hand, her wrist was grasped tightly, and her body was pulled and pressed into a warm embrace.

Her breaths were rapid, her heartbeat quickened; subconsciously, she held onto the fabric at his waist, her voice soft and timidly called:

"Brother Si?"

Her voice soft and slightly trembling, possibly from shock.

"Scared?" Jiang Chengsi said as he entered the bathroom, his mind dizzy, forgetting to turn on the light. Thus, with the candles extinguished, he was also engulfed in darkness.

Knowing she would surely be scared, he was quite familiar with the layout of his club, so he fumbled along the wall to turn on the light.

And happened to bump into her...

"Just a bit." Si Qingxiao leaned against his chest, attempting to calm her breath.

"How scared, hmm?" In the dark, he slightly shifted away, yet his arm wrapped around her waist.

She couldn’t see him, but felt the breath brushing her face.

Perhaps having just washed his face, his breath seemed cool. Yet upon careful sensing, she realized the smell of alcohol lingered...

Hot and intense.

"Xiaoxiao." His voice was rougher than usual, "Scared?"

Si Qingxiao felt that at this rate, she might not be able to go home tonight.

Intending to push him away, Jiang Chengsi naturally refused to let her go; his fingers at her waist tightened instantly, and with a slight struggle, she was pinned against the wall.

Her back pressed against the switch, lighting the room.

...

Such club rooms were specifically designed; the lighting dim and charming, lending a touch of allure upon her.

An air of romanticism arose undeservedly.

The light fell upon her fair face, her eyes seemingly washed by water, carrying a hint of moisture.

Suddenly bright in the room, Si Qingxiao did not react, experiencing a brief visual blind spot. When she was able to clearly see her surroundings, what met her gaze was Jiang Chengsi’s eyes, dark as ink.