I'm a little panicked when I cross the collapse

Last night's memories were like being shrouded in a thick fog, blurry and indistinct, with only fragmented pieces flashing rapidly through my mind—the danger backstage at the venue, the malicious gaze of that playboy, the panic as An dragged her away in a desperate escape, the relentless footsteps chasing after them, and the unexpected collision on the street, crashing into a warm embrace.

After that, my memory completely disappeared, leaving a blank space, as if it had been forcibly erased.

"What exactly happened last night?"

Eden leaned against the soft headboard, murmuring softly. His voice was hoarse from just waking up, still carrying a hint of bewilderment. The last syllable drifted gently into the empty room, without even a trace of echo.

Her clear eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness. Her mind, which should have been full of thoughts, was now completely blank. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't grasp even a single clue about the latter half of last night.

All I know is that I feel an indescribable discomfort all over my body. My limbs feel weak and sore, as if some of my strength has been drained away. My heart feels strange, with a lingering sense of panic, as if the fear from last night's escape has not completely faded, and a strange sense of dependence, warm and comforting, spreading through my veins to my limbs.

The feeling was contradictory, as if she had really gone through an extremely agonizing ordeal last night, floating in boundless chaos and panic, but at some moment, she was caught by a sudden warmth and received a moment of salvation. But she couldn't remember where that warmth came from or who gave it to her.

She subconsciously looked down, and when her gaze fell on herself, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her sleepiness vanished instantly.

She was completely naked, her delicate, fair skin glowing with a faint porcelain white in the morning light streaming through the window. The fatigue and dishevelment from last night's escape still lingered in her skin, which carried a lingering warmth. This warmth made her heart tighten.

She looked around again. It was an unfamiliar hotel room, simply yet elegantly furnished, with clean, off-white bedding. The room was quiet; besides herself, there was no one else in sight. The emptiness only added to her sense of bewilderment. Her brows furrowed tightly, her dark eyebrows forming a small knot. The confusion in her heart grew heavier. She desperately closed her eyes, trying to dig out any missing fragments of memory from the depths of her mind. But the harder she tried, the more intense the throbbing pain in her forehead became, as if countless fine needles were gently pricking it. Those blurry memories didn't become any clearer; instead, they were like pebbles sunk into the deepest ocean, leaving only emptiness no matter how hard she tried to retrieve them.

After an unknown amount of time, just as the throbbing pain was about to spread throughout his entire mind, a flash of inspiration suddenly broke through the thick fog. Eden's pupils contracted sharply, his heart sank, and the fragments of memory blurred by the effects of the medicine suddenly became clearer.

She remembered! Last night's welcome party was just an ordinary invitation. She never expected that someone would tamper with her drink. At first, she only felt dizzy and hot all over, and her consciousness gradually became dull. It wasn't until she saw the greed in the eyes of that playboy that she realized she had been drugged.

In the midst of the chaos, An appeared just in time, pulling her away from that dangerous place with all her might. They ran all the way to the street, where she felt all her strength rapidly draining away and her consciousness becoming increasingly muddled. She stumbled and bumped into that warm embrace. That was the last thing she saw before losing consciousness.

Then, it seemed that I was being held steadily in that person's arms. I could still faintly hear steady footsteps in my ears, and the faint scent of grass and trees still lingered in my nose. Then, there was boundless darkness, and my consciousness completely sank. When I woke up again, this was the scene before me.

Was she taken back to the hotel by that man? The moment this thought crossed Eden's mind, his cheeks flushed instantly, as if a fire had suddenly shot up from the bottom of his heart, burning all the way down his neck to his ears. His fair skin was tinged with layers of crimson, until finally, his face was so red that it was almost dripping blood, and even his ears were burning hot.

Fragmented, blurry images uncontrollably surfaced in her mind, images carrying an extreme ambiguity that made her heart race suddenly, pounding as if it were about to shatter her chest.

She seemed to recall something; there had been warm touches, restless palpitations, and soft murmurs and gasps during the night. But the images were too blurry and too shameful for her to distinguish whether they were real events or a ridiculous erotic dream she had after the drug took effect.

If it were just a dream, that would be fine. But... but the feelings from last night were so real: the warmth of our skin touching, the breaths mingling, and the uncontrollable flutter and dependence in my heart—it was all so clear, as if it had just happened. It didn't feel like a fleeting dream at all.

Eden could even vaguely remember his reaction at that time, how proactive and uncontrollable he was, completely breaking free from his usual reserve and restraint, as if he was completely controlled by the drug in his body, or as if the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time suddenly burst out.

But if it really was just a dream, her appearance in the dream was far too wanton. Eden bit her lower lip, her heart filled with shame and helplessness. In her daily life, she was a singer admired by all, a composed and elegant presence under the spotlight, every move she made carrying just the right amount of restraint and propriety. When had she ever been so out of control and so proactive? It was as if she had become a completely different person, utterly unlike her usual self.

"No, no, no, this must be a dream, it must be." Eden shook his head vigorously, trying to banish those shameful images from his mind, reassuring himself, but his tone carried an undisguised panic and uncertainty.

"How could I possibly kiss a stranger I've only just met? It must be the drug making me hallucinate; it's just a dream."

She kept repeating the phrase to herself, trying to calm herself down, but her panic did not diminish at all.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and reached out to lift the blankets covering her, thinking that she should find some clothes to put on first, and then slowly sort out her thoughts.

But when the off-white bedding was completely pulled back, a small, bright red plum blossom on the sheet unexpectedly entered her field of vision. It was so conspicuous, so glaring, blooming on the plain sheet like an indelible mark.

Eden was completely stunned, frozen in place, her mind going blank. The panic and helplessness she had managed to suppress earlier surged back like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming her.

"How could this be?" she murmured, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief. "This... this wasn't a dream? It all really happened?"

Eden's body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes instantly reddening, a stinging sensation spreading from the corners of her eyes. Her first time, just like that, gone without a trace? And looking at those blurry fragments of memory, it was as if she had taken the initiative? This realization struck her heart like a heavy hammer, making her nose sting and tears almost welling up in her eyes.

She simply couldn't accept this reality. She had tried to escape that disgusting spoiled brat and preserve her innocence, but in the end, she had ended up in this predicament.

Feeling wronged, ashamed, helpless, and confused, a mix of emotions welled up inside her, making it hard for her to breathe. Tears welled up in her eyes and almost spilled several times, but she stubbornly bit her lower lip, forcing the tears back.

They sat there stiffly for a long time. The morning light outside the window gradually became brighter, shining through the gaps in the curtains and casting a warm glow on the floor.

Eden slowly came to his senses, and his emotions gradually stabilized. The grievances and panic in his heart faded a bit, replaced by a sense of relief as if he had given up.

Well, at least she managed to escape that spoiled brat and prevented that disgusting person from succeeding. Compared to falling into his hands, her current situation seems to be a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

As for the guy who brought her back to the hotel... Eden frowned, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and some other indescribable feelings.

"Hmph! Just consider it a dog bite!"

She gave a soft snort, her tone full of indignation, as if she were cheering herself up or venting her emotions. However, her slightly red eyes still betrayed her resentment and grievances.

Having calmed down a bit, she was about to get up to look for her clothes when her gaze inadvertently swept over the bedside table next to her. It was a simple wooden bedside table with a small lamp on it, and next to the lamp, a neatly folded sticky note lay quietly.

Eden's heart skipped a beat. He reached out and took the note, slowly unfolding it. There were several lines of small writing on it, the handwriting delicate and lively, with a touch of freedom in the flowing strokes. It was clearly very beautiful handwriting.

“Miss Eden, I have cleared the effects of the drug from your body. Please be careful when you go out in the future. By the way, there’s no need for thanks. My name is Alicia, and I live in a certain place in the Moth of Fire. If you really want to express your gratitude, please send me a few tickets to your concert.”

Those few lines of text acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the fury in Eden's heart.

She clutched the note in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, her full breasts heaving with extreme anger, her chest heaving violently, and even her breathing becoming rapid.

"Bastard! What a bastard!"

She gritted her teeth, practically spitting out the words, her eyes blazing with anger, "They took advantage of me, and then just walked away like that, without even a trace, and now they want payment, my concert tickets? It's outrageous!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. A mixture of shame and anger made her cheeks turn red, but not from shame, but from anger.

"If I ever see you again, Alicia! I'll bite you to death!"

Eden growled at the empty room, as if venting his anger or making some kind of vow. His tone was full of gritted teeth and hatred, completely devoid of his usual elegance and composure.

Meanwhile, Lu Qiong, who had already successfully returned to the Moth Chaser's base, was leaning against the windowsill of his room, gently rubbing the tooth mark on his index finger with his fingertip. A sly and smug smile appeared on his lips as he secretly congratulated himself on his cleverness the night before.

"Tsk tsk, leaving Ellie's name there was definitely the best decision I ever made."

He chuckled, his tone full of smugness. "Anyway, Eden and Ellie will meet sooner or later and become close friends. This way, it's like they met in advance. Even if Eden comes knocking on my door later, it has nothing to do with me. It's perfect."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked down at his index finger. The tooth mark was still clearly visible. The shallow wound had scabbed over, but it was still clear how hard he had been bitten.

"But speaking of which, Eden's teeth are really good."

Lu Qiong couldn't help but sigh, his tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Recalling the scene from last night, the pain seemed to still linger clearly on his fingertips.

Yes, that tooth mark was Eden's handiwork. Last night, after bringing Eden back to the hotel, he immediately began to help her clear the effects of the drug from her body. It took a lot of effort, and he finally managed to dispel most of the drug's effects. Seeing that her breathing gradually became steady and she fell into a peaceful sleep, he thought of quietly slipping away to avoid causing unnecessary trouble when she woke up and saw him.

But who would have thought that just as he turned to leave, his fingertips touching the doorknob, Eden, who should have been in a deep sleep, suddenly raised his hand as if stimulated by something, grabbed his wrist, and then opened his mouth and bit his index finger hard.

That bite was extremely hard, a completely unconscious act, likely because the effects of the drug hadn't completely worn off, and lingering unease and resistance remained in his subconscious. Yet the pain was incredibly real; a sharp ache spread from his fingertips to his arm, causing him to gasp in pain, and blood instantly seeped from his fingertips.

He wanted to pull his hand away, but seeing Eden's furrowed brows and still somewhat pained sleeping face, he finally softened. He endured the pain and waited for her to let go before gently withdrawing his fingers and treating the wound.

The bright red bloodstain on the bed sheet that Eden mistook for his own virginity mark was not her blood at all, but rather a drop of blood that had dripped from his fingertip after he was bitten last night.

From beginning to end, Lu Qiong remained respectful and proper. Apart from the necessary touching when clearing the effects of the medicine from her, he never overstepped any boundaries or did anything to offend her in the slightest.

He looked at his fingertip, which was almost healed, shook his head helplessly, but a sly smile still lingered in his eyes.