Chi Xian opened his eyes slowly, surrounded by a fragrant aroma.
His vision was dim.
However, with his night vision capabilities, he could clearly make out his surroundings.
It was a room with a predominantly cool color palette.
Subtle, mysterious.
The furnishings were simple, yet exuded an air of luxury and nobility.
It was evident that the owner of the house had excellent taste.
And... it smelled so good.
The scent lingering in his nostrils... seemed to bewitch the heart, radiating a fatal allure, constantly seeping into his body.
As if intending to envelop him entirely.
Chi Xian turned his head slightly, looking beside him.
There lay a face of unparalleled beauty, radiant and devastatingly captivating.
A cascade of ink-black hair, as smooth as silk, spilled onto the bluish-gray pillow.
Beautiful... ethereal, dreamlike.
It made his breath catch.
It was her.
The girl he had seen in the restroom.
He suddenly sat up.
The pain in his shoulder made him frown slightly.
He turned his head to look.
His upper garment was completely gone, leaving him bare.
The wound on his shoulder had been treated and bandaged.
It was clear that the person who had applied the bandage had been impatient.
Yet, the wound was well-cared for.
A barely perceptible ripple stirred in Chi Xian's deep, ink-like eyes.
Unblinkingly, he gazed intently at Ming Zheng's face.
How did this girl get him out of that hospital?
After all, according to the information he had, the hospital was ambushed by a team of at least thirty martial artists of B-grade or higher.
How did she manage to spirit him away from under the noses of those martial artists, completely unharmed?
Chi Xian's brows drew together, his eyes fixed on the girl's, gradually tinged with a hint of deep meaning.
He leaned forward, slowly drawing closer to Ming Zheng.
The sound of the girl's steady breathing reached his ears.
And... his own heart began to beat inexplicably faster as he approached.
Inch by inch, he tentatively drew nearer.
With every step closer.
The image of their first meeting began to surface in his mind.
Especially...
The girl's eyes became increasingly vivid in his mind's eye.
Dark as ink, yet seemingly glittering with stars.
Slowly, they overlapped, overlapped, overlapped with the eyes from the depths of his memory...
"Swish!"
A whistling sound sliced through the air.
A gust of cool wind brushed past Chi Xian's cheek.
A slender, fair hand grasped his neck.
"Is this how you treat your savior?"
The girl's cool, languid voice reached his ears.
With a "click," the room's lights flickered on.
Chi Xian's eyes met a pair of narrow, captivating eyes, alluring and enchanting.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat, wildly irregular.
The next moment, the hand on his neck tightened its grip, pressing him directly onto the bed.
Ming Zheng had woken the instant Chi Xian stirred.
She was always a light sleeper.
Especially with a strange man lying beside her.
Ming Zheng straddled him, her long legs planted on either side of Chi Xian.
She gazed down at him from this superior vantage point.
"What do you want?"
If it weren't for the fact that this man's face so perfectly aligned with her aesthetic preferences, she wouldn't have wanted to get involved with such a big trouble.
Chi Xian could clearly sense the sharpness and impatience in the girl's expression.
His long, thick lashes fluttered, but his clear, unperturbed ink-black eyes concealed the surging, endless undercurrents deep within.
In their place, specks of brilliant starlight appeared.
"You're really beautiful," Chi Xian's voice was soft and low, magnetic like the strumming of a lute.
His tone was also exceptionally sincere.
This man's obedient demeanor...
Was truly so innocent and harmless that it made one want to...
Ahem.
She was a respectable person.
Ming Zheng met Chi Xian's gaze steadily for a moment, then withdrew her hand, releasing her hold on him. "You're awake, so leave quickly. Don't implicate me; I don't want to clean up your messes again."
The warm, soft touch receded.
The intoxicating fragrance lingering in the air faded.
Chi Xian's heart felt a slight sense of emptiness.
He pursed his lips, the color of ripe cherries, and was about to speak.
Suddenly, his wrist vibrated.
He lowered his gaze, his peripheral vision sweeping over the wristwatch he wore.
The watch looked no different from an ordinary, astonishingly expensive timepiece, but in reality, it held hidden mechanisms.
More importantly, it was equipped with a hidden GPS system.
He had activated the GPS system as soon as he woke up.
His people, guided by the location, had arrived nearby.
That made sense.
This girl, at first glance, clearly disliked trouble.
He had to deal with those people quickly.
And he had to erase all information and traces of the girl.
Otherwise...
It would easily draw her into the situation.
Chi Xian got up, his bare feet landing on the cool floor.
His straight, long legs were strikingly eye-catching.
Especially since the man was only wrapped in a strip of white gauze on his upper body, revealing a large expanse of skin.
His well-defined waistline flowed smoothly.
The skin of his abdomen was exquisitely and sensually sculpted.
Although Ming Zheng had already seen it all when she was bandaging him.
But when this captivating sight once again intruded upon her vision at close range, Ming Zheng was stunned by its beauty for a few seconds.
She averted her gaze, tilted her chin slightly, and gestured forward. "Your clothes are over there. Put them on and leave."
Her words were precisely like those of a 'scumbag' woman who "changes her clothes and leaves without acknowledging you after getting out of bed."
"Thank you." Chi Xian's deep, dark ink-black eyes curved into a shallow smile.
Ming Zheng subtly shifted her gaze back to him.
The man was cool and noble, his every movement carrying an aristocratic bearing.
Even when he was putting on his clothes, each frame, taken individually, was a breathtakingly beautiful and exquisite painting.
The him from moments ago... was like a little lost soul fallen into the darkness, his noble demeanor carrying a hint of alluring obedience, making one want to pull him into their arms and ruffle his fluffy head.
But the him now, his pure white shirt buttoned up to the very top, accentuating his sensual Adam's apple, his pure black suit embracing a body of absolute perfection.
He lowered his gaze, his long, jade-like fingers adjusting his sleeves, his expression placid.
He appeared even more abstinent and aloof, like an unattainable deity.
Indeed, he was the beauty she had brought home, disregarding the trouble.
No matter the angle.
That face was so captivating.
Ming Zheng sighed inwardly.
Why weren't there any such handsome men in the Ink Sect?
Suddenly, a hand with well-defined knuckles caught her eye.
Ming Zheng almost lost control, almost instinctively countered the hand he extended, almost wanted to give him an over-the-shoulder throw!
Fortunately, she reacted quickly and restrained herself.
The hand that moved into view, the wrist beneath the suit, seemed to be coated in a fine, downy sheen like jade under the brilliant crystal lights.
His slender fingers were distinct.
In his open palm lay a diamond-studded cufflink.
Ming Zheng blinked her long, raven-like eyelashes.
She looked up at him.
As if not understanding his intention.
When the man's cool, ink-black eyes met hers, they softened like melting snow, and the corners of his eyes seemed to curve into an alluring shallow arc.
"I want to... repay your kindness of saving my life."