C1 Chapter 1

"Huanhuan, I only love you alone in this lifetime, so you can only love me alone in this lifetime."

On the pure white bed, the girl was pressed down by her lean and sturdy body. The man's delicate lips kissed the girl's clavicle.

"Let me go." The lady's face reddened, and her voice sounded as though she was gasping for air.

"Don't you like me?" The kiss finally came to a stop. The boy's beautiful eyes stared at the girl in front of him as his lower jaw slowly rose up.

"It was a very focused gaze. Her face was imprinted within his pupils and within his eyes. It was as if — only she existed in his eyes." "Then who do you like?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, but his elegance was clouded.

The young girl's heart suddenly trembled, but she didn't make a sound.

The next moment, he grabbed her right hand. He opened his mouth and held her finger, sucking, licking, spitting, and repeating over and over again, as if her finger was his treasured toy at the moment.

She sighed and said, "No, I don't like anyone." She twisted her wrist, trying to free her fingers from his grip.

However, his strength was too great, causing her to struggle to no avail.

Her thin lips slightly parted, revealing a faint smile. "Fortunately, you didn't say the name of the other man, otherwise, I would have killed him."

She felt her scalp go numb, "Jun Ziyan, you're a madman!"

"Hm, I'm a madman." He brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "Huanhuan, I'm crazy for you alone."

He said it so indifferently, so casually, and it sent a chill through her.

It was as if this was an obvious fact. Ever since that year when he tightly held onto her skirt, his world had only been mad at her.

"You like me, Huanhuan. I want you to like me!" His knee easily separated her legs, and he moved closer to her.

She stared at him, his lips still pressed to the back of her hand, hot and wet and entwined. His paranoia was something she could not understand. It was like treating a toy, or trying to get an answer.

After taking a deep breath, she said, "Let me go first, my hand hurts."

"It hurts?" He frowned slightly but didn't let go. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked the red spot on her wrist. "If you like me, it won't hurt."

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"I like it." He replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Then do you know what I really want?" she continued.

He looked at her steadily, then lowered his eyes, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against her neck, feeling the blood flow through her warm skin. What do you really want? "

"Let me go." As she replied, she suddenly felt pain on her neck.

His teeth bit hard on her neck as if they were going to pierce through her flesh and snap her arteries.

Very painful... But she said nothing until his lips left her neck and he put his hand on her cheek.

Her enchanting lips carried an incomparable dark red color. Her pair of beautiful white lotus-like eyes deeply imprinted on her face.

"Alright, Huanhuan. As long as it's something you want, I will give it to you. If you want me to let you go, then I'll let you go. " He said lightly.

She was shocked and found it hard to believe what she had heard. Would he let her go so easily?

But then, his voice continued, "But I only give it ten years. After ten years, you have to like me, and then it will belong to me alone."

The corner of the youth's mouth curled up into an incomparably enchanting smile. However, when he looked at her eyes, they were as lifeless as a dead sea.

Slowly, he raised his right hand and hooked the little finger of her left hand, "Hook to hang, unchanged for a hundred years." "Huanhuan, this is what you taught me."

She stared blankly at the entanglement of their fingers, at the closeness of his face.

is obstructing... That was what she had taught him, the sign.

And now, he had promised her that they could not go back on the agreement!

She stared blankly at the fingers entwined with each other, at his face so close to hers.

is obstructing... It was something she had taught him, an agreement gesture.

And now, he was promising her an agreement that both of them could not renege on!

When Xia Huanhuan went to work at night, she heard Liu Meimei, who was also a waiter, say that a famous person had come to the clubhouse at night. Manager Wang personally welcomed her into the room.

At this clubhouse, Manager Wang rarely welcomed guests of his own accord. In other words, the guests who were welcomed by this manager usually had extremely strong backgrounds.

"Among those people, there are a few other people in military uniform. I have seen the ranks on their shoulders. They are all above the rank of major, but these people all treated a young man with respect. "That man is quite pretty, but those eyes …" Liu Meimei suddenly stopped as if she said something.

"What happened to those eyes?" Xia Huanhuan asked.

"It's very difficult to describe. It's just like when he's looking at me, I'm like a dead object. Those eyes were completely devoid of any fluctuations. It was as if they were … Right, Emptiness Realm! " Liu Mei Mei finally found an adjective.

Empty...

A pair of beautiful eyes that were as bright and as beautiful as the stars but as empty as a hole suddenly flashed through Xia Huanhuan's mind. Those eyes were practically buried deep within her memories.

"Huanhuan, I'll let you go for only ten years. After ten years, you'll completely belong to me."

In her memory, that person's voice was clear and cold, yet it was like a magic spell, causing her to wake up every time it was late at night.

Was that a promise? Or was it a joke?

After cleaning up a table in the main hall, Xia Huanhuan carried a tray into the kitchen. A few waiters were in the kitchen, discussing that something had happened in one of the rooms. One of the waiters spilled wine on the guests' clothes "accidentally" in order to attract their attention.

Xia Huanhuan put down her plate and walked out of the kitchen. When she saw the sullen face of Manager Wang, she said coldly, "Go to the wine cellar and get three bottles of 73 year old Lafite from the Bamboo Lodge."

It was rare to see red wine for 73 years, even in the clubhouse.

Xia Huanhuan took three bottles of red wine and carried the tray to the door of the private room. She could already hear the sobbing of the woman and the sneering of the man, "Manager Wang, how do you think we should settle this? "What kind of person are you, the waiter, that's hard to mess with? And yet, you have to provoke someone that you shouldn't have …"

When Xia Huanhuan entered, Manager Wang was in the midst of greeting her with a low voice while Liu Mei was hiding at the side. Her whole body was trembling as she cried with a face full of makeup. Her face was clearly flushed red …

The guests, whether standing or sitting, had expressions of disdain, interest, or simply watching the show.

There was only one person who had his head lowered and was slowly playing with his phone. It was as if the scene in front of him had nothing to do with him.

From Xia Huanhuan's angle, she could see her opponent's almost flawless profile. He had a straight nose and pitch-black hair. Due to the fact that he lowered his head, they fell in front of his smooth and plump forehead, blocking the man's eyes. But even so, he could feel that this was an extremely beautiful man.

The familiar profile caused Xia Huanhuan's body to suddenly freeze.

Manager Wang, who was at the side, said, "Huanhuan, quickly serve the wine to the guests."

Before Xia Huanhuan could reply, the man who was playing with his phone nonchalantly raised his head and looked in her direction.

Her handsome face, clean jaw lines, and her beautiful eyes were like blooming white lotuses. Under the dim light, she seemed to be in a trance, but soon after, it transformed into a kind of focus, like a net that enveloped her entire body.

Xia Huanhuan only felt that her hands and feet were radiating an icy coldness at this moment.

Manager Wang urged in a low voice, "Don't just stand there!"

"What, three bottles of red wine and you want to apologize?" A rather muscular man stood in front of Xia Huanhuan, picked up one of the bottles of red wine and slowly pulled out the stopper. He then walked in front of Liu Mei Mei Mei and poured the red wine over her head.

"Hua!" "Hua!"

The room was instantly filled with the fragrance of red wine. Liu Mei Mei's head, face, and body were all covered in the scarlet red wine. Liu Meimei was so scared that she forgot to cry.

When the other party was about to pour the second bottle of red wine onto Liu Mei Mei, Xia Huanhuan said, "That should be enough. Even if she has offended you before, she should have already learned her lesson."

"What, do you want to fight against the injustice?" The man with the bottle sneered. He turned the bottle of red wine in his hand and was about to throw it at Xia Huanhuan.

In the next moment, a figure had already arrived in front of Xia Huanhuan.

"Hua!"

The red wine was like blood as it splattered on the pure white suit and the exquisite face. Along with her black hair, the wine flowed all over her face, making it seem even whiter than before.

It was coquettish and absolutely beautiful, but the silence was enchanting!

The room instantly fell into a deathly silence.

"Huanhuan, long time no see." Her thin lips curled up into a faint smile. The indifferent and prideful man greeted her, as if he was unaffected by his current predicament.

Surrounding him were the sounds of gasps.

"Young Master Yan, you … Know her? " The man, who was going to splash Xia Huanhuan's red wine, looked at Jun Ziyan who was standing in front of him with a pale face. His hand, which was holding the bottle of wine, was shaking.

Who would have thought that the third young master of Jun Family would actually rush out to block a bottle full of wine for a woman?

However, what made him even more surprised was that Jun Ziyan turned around. With his eyes half-lowered, he suddenly took a few steps forward, reached out a hand and firmly grabbed his wrist.

The bottle fell from the man's hand and shattered into pieces on the ground. The man's face was filled with twisted pain. "Pain …" Pain... "Let go!"

"Does it hurt?" The calm tone sent a chill down one's spine, "Then if you broke this hand, you would be in even more pain."