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On New Year's Eve, Zhao Fei invited Wang Lei to celebrate together, but Yang Lei declined. Recently, he had been trying to avoid Zhao Fei as much as possible. He didn't simply think that Zhao Fei had fallen for him; it felt more like a predator hunting its prey.
In truth, Wang Lei's instincts were correct. Zhao Fei wanted to give away her virginity on the last day of the year. She had always looked down on her chastity, but that didn't mean she would just sleep with anyone. Wang Lei was currently the most suitable choice for her, and she believed he wouldn't entangle himself with her in the future.
"Brother Lei, everyone from our crew has gone home. Please let me stay with you. After the Spring Festival, I'll return your keys and never bother you again."
Wang Lei knew he could easily change the locks and avoid Zhao Fei's threats, but deep down, he didn't want to make their relationship so final.
On New Year's Eve, Wang Lei ordered dinner for two from a hotel. Zhao Fei suggested they have some red wine, and Wang Lei repeatedly emphasized that they could only have one bottle.
Halfway through the meal, Zhao Fei complained that the food was cold and asked Wang Lei to heat it up again. While he was in the kitchen, she tossed a red pill into her glass of wine.
When Wang Lei returned, Zhao Fei exclaimed that she had drunk too much and poured her glass into his, ensuring the tiny particles at the bottom dissolved.
In less than fifteen minutes, Wang Lei felt dizzy and overheated, his mouth dry. "Zhao Fei, what did you make me drink?" His professional instincts alerted him to something being off with his body.
This was also Zhao Fei's first time doing something like this. Seeing the beads of sweat on Wang Lei's forehead made her realize he was scared too.
"Brother Lei, something is stirring inside me as well," she admitted. She had waited for him to finish the spiked drink before taking half a pill herself.
"You took some too?" Wang Lei noticed the unusual color in Zhao Fei's face.
"Brother Lei, I feel unwell too," Zhao Fei acknowledged her foolishness.
Wang Lei turned to grab his phone from the bedroom, preparing to go to the hospital. Zhao Fei followed him inside and locked the door behind her before shedding her clothes.
Wang Lei turned and saw Zhao Fei from Yi Guo, and the strings of reason nearly snapped.
"Brother Lei," Zhao Fei embraced Wang Lei.
"You will regret this."
"I won't," Zhao Fei's voice trembled.
Wang Lei held Zhao Fei close; these days, he had been tormented by her, his desires burning fiercely. For someone who had watched ten days' worth of romantic films, he finally had a chance for real action.
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Tears glistened at the corners of Zhao Fei's crimson eyes, followed by a torrent that seemed to pour from the clouds.
As dawn approached, they both felt a calm settle within them.
Zhao Fei had long since collapsed onto the bed, slipping into a deep slumber. Meanwhile, Wang Lei's mind was unusually clear; Zhao Fei was the instigator, yet he could not escape his own culpability.
In responding to her, he had opportunities to pull back but found himself unwilling to do so, not wanting anyone to witness her in such an emotional state. The entanglements of the past three months—her relentless pursuit and his indulgence—were undeniably intertwined. Now that they had taken this step, he felt the weight of responsibility heavily upon him.
When Zhao Fei awoke, it was already the afternoon of the first day of the new month. She expected to be met with a storm of criticism from Wang Lei, just as she had faced before when she had disturbed him.
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