Shang Sheng walked towards her, his voice as calm as ever, "I also think you wouldn't dare."
"How could that be!" Qin Yige scoffed. She wasn't bragging; there was nothing in this world she wouldn't dare to do!
Shang Sheng said nothing more and turned to the walk-in closet to change into his pajamas.
"Shang Sheng!"
What was his reaction? Did he not believe her?
Qin Yige, unwilling to accept this, climbed out of bed and followed him to the closet.
She stood before the man by the open wardrobe, met his gaze, and gently touched his Adam's apple.
Then, before Shang Sheng could react, she ran.
Yes, she ran.
Before leaving, she tossed over her shoulder, "So it turns out you can't."
"..."
She had only touched him, and her brain hadn't even processed it, let alone her body.
When the man emerged from the closet, Qin Yige had already closed her eyes, feigning sleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pondered for a moment, then quietly lay down beside her.
He switched off the bedside lamp, and a brief silence filled the room.
Qin Yige couldn't hold it in. She turned to face him, "Shang Sheng, are you asleep?"
No one responded.
"Did you fall asleep that quickly?" she murmured to herself in confusion.
Qin Yige didn't believe it. She rolled over and climbed onto him, "Shang Sheng, don't sleep, I want to sleep with you."
"..."
The only response was the silence of the room.
"Do you get sleepy when you drink too?" She knew he had been drinking, and she could smell alcohol on him.
Still, it was good if he was asleep; she could secretly sleep with him.
Qin Yige sat on his waist, using the light from outside and the lingering effects of the alcohol, she boldly unfastened his sleep robe.
Tang Anruo had told her that such things could send her to heaven in minutes.
She had also naively believed that this kind of thing could be accomplished without waking Shang Sheng, as long as he was lying there.
Qin Yige fumbled in the dark for a while and found that it was nothing like she had imagined.
She was considering whether to wake Shang Sheng.
Finally, she changed her mind and took out her phone to search for the process.
The phone provided a detailed explanation, which left her wide-eyed.
She became engrossed in the world on her phone, oblivious to the man beneath her.
His hand had long been clenched into a fist, his body unnaturally stiff, and beads of sweat had formed on his forehead from the effort of restraint.
Finally, having learned her lesson, Qin Yige put down her phone.
She decided to try again.
However, "Ah!"
She didn't know what she had done, but the pain almost made her suffocate.
The girl lay back in her own spot, pulled up the covers, and sobbed quietly.
Shang Sheng: "?"
Was that it?
He had planned to catch her in the act and gain permanent control from then on.
Qin Yige hadn't woken Shang Sheng precisely because she was afraid of embarrassing herself in front of him if things went wrong.
Now that it had indeed failed, she at least didn't have to lose face in front of Shang Sheng, which brought her some comfort.
Shang Sheng turned over, looked at the woman with her head buried in the covers, and asked in a low voice, "What are you crying about?"
The sobbing from inside the quilt stopped abruptly.
"It's nothing, I had a nightmare," she lied, her voice thick with a nasal tone.
A large hand grasped her wrist, restless, "Qin Yige, I drank too much tonight. If I do something I shouldn't later, please don't mind."
Pulling back the quilt, Qin Yige, with her nose red, looked at him, "Were you asleep just now?"
"What's wrong?" he retorted.
"Nothing, I was just asking..."
Oh no, she forgot to pull his sleep robe back up.
She hoped he hadn't noticed!
"What are you crying about?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
"..." She cried because she was pathetic, trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice.
When she didn't reply, he took the initiative, "My head hurts a little."
"What can we do about that?"
"It's fine, I just drank too much tonight."
"Oh." She believed him completely.
She had completely forgotten how he had brought her back from the bar just now.
"Qin Yige." He changed his mind; he didn't want to wait any longer.
"What is it?"
With a forceful pull, she fell into his embrace.
Qin Yige's heart began to pound violently. She looked at the man holding her, stuttering, "Shang Sheng, what, what do you want?"
This time, Shang Sheng didn't offer an explanation. He kissed her red lips.
The atmosphere had already been set, and Qin Yige had decided to sleep with Shang Sheng tonight. So, when he took the initiative, she didn't resist this time.
He single-handedly orchestrated everything, whispering in her ear, "Madam, you're too impatient."
Some things needed to be taken slowly, she was too eager for success.
"What?" She didn't quite understand.
Shang Sheng used his actions to show her what he meant.
That night, Qin Yige hated two people: Shang Sheng and Tang Anruo.
Shang Sheng had hurt her, and Tang Anruo had lied to her.
Well... it wasn't entirely a lie, but she had been deceived.
It was nothing like she had described it; it was so painful that she cried on the spot.
Qin Yige didn't know when she finally fell asleep, but by the latter half of the night, she was exhausted, yet Shang Sheng wouldn't let her sleep.
As dawn broke, the woman in the bed slowly opened one eye.
She habitually turned over, intending to reach for her phone to check the time.
But—
"Hiss!"
It hurt, it hurt so much!
Her whole body ached, her head hurt, and her body hurt.
A memory flashed through her mind, and Qin Yige froze for a moment, her face instantly flushing red.
She, she, she had actually... slept with Shang Sheng.
She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, recalling the events of last night. Only then did she realize the trickery involved.
In the beginning, she had indeed wanted to sleep with Shang Sheng secretly, but she hadn't succeeded. Shang Sheng hadn't been drunk at all, perhaps he hadn't even been asleep!!!
Given his cunning nature, he must have been pretending to sleep, waiting for her to make the first move, wanting to catch her in the act.
And he had even lied to her about being drunk. Excuse me, how could someone who was drunk bring her back from the bar?
Looking at the exquisite light fixtures in the room, Qin Yige deeply regretted her actions of the previous night.
Alas, Qin Yige, Qin Yige, at over twenty years old, she still did things that made her regret them to the bone.
Walking from the bedside to the walk-in closet, Qin Yige felt as if her legs were no longer her own.
She grabbed a sleep robe, casually wrapped it around herself, and headed for the bathroom.
As she squeezed toothpaste, she heard someone talking outside, and she guessed if it was that scoundrel Shang Sheng who had returned.
Qin Yige gritted her teeth, holding her toothbrush in an awkward position, and rushed out of the bathroom, opening the bedroom door.
"Shang Sheng!"
But there was no sign of Shang Sheng outside; only Chen Ling and a servant.
Hearing her call, both their gazes turned towards her.
Not seeing Shang Sheng, Qin Yige felt a little disappointed.
But when she met Chen Ling's strange, astonished gaze, she looked down at her properly worn sleepwear and asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"
Not only her, but even the servant's eyes held a hint of shock.