At a bar, Shen Luxi was drugged. Before her consciousness faded, she grabbed the most refined man in the corner. “Big brother, save me.”
He washed her hair, dried it, and called a doctor.
But she wouldn’t let go, burrowing into his arms. “No doctor... I want you.”
Everyone in the city knew Gu Chengyan was a germaphobe who kept women at a distance.
But when the girl bit his collarbone like a wildcat, climbed into his bathrobe, and whispered, “No doctor. I want you,”
The self-control he prided himself on shattered completely.
Afterward, Shen Luxi woke up wanting only to run away. “Can we pretend last night never happened?”
Gu Chengyan set down the household registration booklet in his hand and looked at her without expression.
“No.”
“You bit me twice, pulled open my bathrobe once, and said you wanted me seven times.”
Shen Luxi’s face turned red to the tips of her ears. “That was the drug talking!”
He leaned toward her and tapped the scabbed-over bite mark on his collarbone.
“Was that the drug talking, too?”
Later, everyone in the city knew that Mrs. Gu was secretly married.
But Gu Chengyan’s phone wallpaper, social media cover photo, and framed picture on his desk all featured her.
Shen Luxi: “I thought you said we were keeping our marriage secret!”
Gu Chengyan: “Right. I’ll keep mine secret, and you can keep yours.”
