Did You Drug Me?

As dawn broke, the faint light of morning crept over the horizon, like the goddess of night gently unveiling her mysterious veil.

The first rays of sunlight pierced the endless darkness, tenderly spreading across the vast earth.

At that moment, the snow-white mountain peaks seemed to be outlined by a magical brush, tracing a golden line.

This golden light, like a delicate thread from the sky, draped the mountain in a dreamlike, gossamer veil.

The breathtaking sight of the sun illuminating the mountain unfolded before those who could see it.

Unfortunately, the two people inside the room couldn’t witness this beautiful scene.

Inside, the room was dark, devoid of any light.

The lamp had long been turned off.

When Fang Zhou awoke, he thought it was still night.

He felt a weight on his chest, as if a heavy stone made breathing difficult.

A slight movement revealed a woman’s soft hum near his ear, and he realized Qiao Sisi’s head rested on his chest, explaining his labored breathing.

His waist ached, and his body felt a strange emptiness.

Recalling last night’s madness, Fang Zhou felt ashamed.

He couldn’t believe he hadn’t resisted and had relations with Qiao Sisi.

How could he face Qin Yun now?

No, Fang Zhou reconsidered his state last night.

That heat was unlike anything he’d felt before.

Even at 20, full of youthful vigor, he’d never felt such unfulfilled desire.

It was as if he’d been drugged.

Drugged.

The word surfaced in his mind, feeling both absurd and inevitable.

Qiao Sisi was obsessive, stopping at nothing to achieve her goals.

Perhaps she hadn’t intended to force their relationship this way.

But his escape likely angered her, prompting drastic measures.

With this thought, Fang Zhou sat up abruptly, waking the person on his chest.

She turned on the lamp, flooding the room with light.

Seeing Fang Zhou sitting rigidly, she was puzzled.

Qiao Sisi, her voice husky and sleepy, asked, “What’s wrong?”

Her tone was lazy yet carried the allure of a woman post-intimacy.

Fang Zhou turned to her, seeing the blanket had slipped to her shoulders, revealing smooth, fair skin marked with kisses, like red plums blooming in snow.

These were his doing.

Last night’s moans and gasps echoed in his mind.

The wild and intense actions replayed like a movie in his head.

Fang Zhou should apologize for his roughness, but reason prevailed.

He needed to understand what happened last night.

Fang Zhou quietly asked Qiao Sisi, “Was there something in the food last night?”

Either the water or food had been tampered with.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have felt such strong desire.

Initially, his mind was clear, intending to refuse Qiao Sisi.

But as time passed, his resistance waned.

In the end, his mind was muddled, acting on instinct alone.

Like a primal beast, without thought or reason, only endless desire.

Every cell screamed, “Take her!”

Qiao Sisi’s eyes sparkled, lively and charming.

She smiled, like a seductive fox spirit from a story.

“Whether there was or not, we finished the last step.”

She glanced meaningfully at Fang Zhou.

“Can you deny that you saluted before the drug took effect?”

Fang Zhou was silent; he couldn’t deny it.

Because she was right.

Seeing her unzip her jacket, his mind filled with color.

This was the woman he loved; how could he not be tempted?

Love easily stirs desire, it’s about control.

No title, unwilling partner, but controlled is a gentleman.

Uncontrolled but titled and willing is natural.

Uncontrolled, no title, unwilling partner is despicable.

Fang Zhou’s silence pleased Qiao Sisi.

She laughed, hugging his waist, nuzzling his chest like a cat.

“You were amazing last night.”

Her bold praise made Fang Zhou blush.

He raised a hand to push her away.

But touching her smooth shoulder, her words stopped him.

“After everything, you want to be a gentleman? Isn’t that funny, Fang Zhou?”

Her blunt words pierced his heart.

His lips paled, unable to argue.

A subconscious voice warned, “She’s manipulating you! Don’t believe her!”

But another voice said, “Qiao Sisi is yours now, stop pretending! You love her, it’s mutual.”

As Fang Zhou wavered, Qin Yun’s face flashed in his mind.

She smiled gently, without malice, asking, “Fang Zhou, would you betray me?”

Though not present, Fang Zhou’s imagination was potent.

“I… even so, I won’t break up with Qin Yun, she did nothing wrong.”

Fang Zhou gritted his teeth, telling Qiao Sisi his true feelings.

Qiao Sisi dismissively shook her head, burying her face in his chest, murmuring, “You’ll never see Qin Yun again, why think of her?”

She planned to keep Fang Zhou hidden forever, unseen, unchallenged, for security.