Chapter 3

A classic poser! Disgusting! Qin Muchu berated internally.

White sheets were wrapped tightly over the bed. Qin Muchu could not make out who was under the covers; she could not even tell how many people were under it.

But with the thought of how hurt and miserable her friend would be and that cheating mug Li Yiqin, anger flowed through her body.

Lu Rongyan was right, she should think of nothing more and just beat the crap out of him before all else!

Cheater! Cheating with a rich woman!

Shameless!

She walked up to the bed angrily, holding onto those thoughts.

Without a word, she pulled up her sleeves and started raining down blows after blows onto the covers.

“Li Yiqin, you piece of work! Is Rongyan not enough for you? She gave you her most precious youth, what more do you want?!”

Buried under the sheets, was Lou Sichen in deep sleep. Who knew that he would be taking punches out of nowhere.

At first, he thought that this was all a dream. But slowly, this dream was strangely starting to feel real.

And this voice…

So very familiar!

Under the covers, Lou Sichen’s cold but handsome face darkened a few shades.

If he heard it correctly, this woman…

“Li Yiqin, don’t play dead!”

Qin Muchu had her hand on the sheets, ready to pull the cover when a large, cold hand grabbed hold of her wrist.

Before she could react, she fell into the soft bed from a forceful tug.

“Ah!”

She let out a startled yelp. A tall silhouette aggressively hovered over her, pinning down her body under his own broad shoulders and strong, firm arms.

The sudden turn of events shocked Qin Muchu into submission for a brief moment.

They exchanged looks, startling each other.

Qin Muchu stared in shock at the wondrously beautiful face that appeared out of nowhere for a good few seconds. She could hardly believe her own eyes…

It was him!

Lou Sichen…

The man she had not seen for a long time…

They were only a hair’s breadth away from each other.

He smelled of fresh soap and pheromones that were uniquely his. She breathed in his scent, an elegant fragrance… How nice…

A long, lost sense of familiarity, and strangely suffocating.

His eyes widened, breathing shallow.

It was as if the blood in his veins had stopped flowing and in the silence, time froze.

The soft glow from the moonlight illuminated his exceptional features. His dark eyes were dimmed, giving off an unsettling feeling.

It really is her, Qin Muchu.

It was like she never had changed all these years, yet she was obviously different.

No doubt, she had become even more stunningly beautiful than before. There was an air of maturity to her that no young woman could even begin to compare.

A woman like her could easily tug the heartstrings of any man with just a flick of her wrist.

Any man, except Lou Sichen himself.

“Qin Muchu, it’s been six years and you’re still cheap as ever.”