Sinking into Crimson

On a midsummer night in an apartment, Lin Feitang loses herself in the clinging heat and humidity.

Struggling, she loops her arms around the man's neck, like someone drowning who has grasped a piece of driftwood. “Azhou, when did you get back?”

Shen Zhuocheng chuckles in her ear. “Good girl, what did you just call me?”

Feitang suddenly comes to her senses. “You're not my senior!”

Shen Zhuocheng adjusts his glasses, his gaze turning dark. “I'm Shen Luzhou's older brother!”