Are you serious

The moonlight poured like water over the sea, blending sky and ocean into one.

A luxurious cruise ship glided silently across the tranquil waters.

In one of the cabins, Qin Yao lay on the bed in a nightgown, her heart pounding wildly.

This was reckless!

Why did I give that guy a spare keycard?!

The implication was way too obvious!

What if he actually shows up?!

Just imagining the scene that might unfold made Qin Yao flush with excitement.

Her heart was filled with an indescribable tension—and a faint sense of anticipation.

On the deck, An Yi held the keycard, his expression equally hesitant.

Honestly, in a situation like this, boundaries mattered—especially since there might be a big confrontation tomorrow.

But Lin Chen wasn’t by Qin Yao’s side right now. This opportunity was too rare to pass up.

Besides, the girl had personally handed him the keycard.

If he rejected her outright, how much emotional damage would that inflict on Qin Yao?

Unthinkable!

With that in mind, An Yi steeled himself and decisively activated his max-level lock-picking skill.

A keycard?

Please. What kind of upstanding gentleman would use that?

He could pick the lock in seconds.

Meanwhile, Qin Yao tossed and turned, too nervous to sleep.

Could she still back out?

She was starting to regret her impulsiveness.

Hearing movement outside the door, Qin Yao sighed softly, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

She quietly turned on the light and tiptoed over, muttering under her breath, "He’s here, he’s here… I already gave you the keycard, didn’t I?"

The moment she opened the door and saw the man standing outside, Qin Yao’s face froze in shock.

"Wh—what are you doing here?!"

The room was pitch black, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Qin Yao must have already gone to bed.

Though whether she was actually asleep or just pretending remained a mystery.

An Yi groped his way to the bedside, awkwardly clearing his throat.

"Uh… hey, I’m here."

No response from the bed.

An Yi scratched his head, then suddenly realized—

She gave you the keycard! Why even ask?!

A real man should just take charge!

With that thought, An Yi’s nerves tightened. In the dim moonlight, he could just make out Qin Yao’s delicate profile—ethereal and pure.

Heart racing, he leaned in and kissed her.

To his surprise, Qin Yao responded with fierce enthusiasm.

Her technique was clearly inexperienced, but she made up for it with sheer intensity. An Yi could barely catch his breath.

Then, his hands wandered further.

Damn!!

An Yi was stunned.

This girl had been hiding some serious assets!

For a moment, he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

He tossed off his shirt, revealing a well-toned physique—lean but defined.

In the darkness, Qin Yao’s alluring figure drew closer, the air thick with tension.

They embraced tightly, lips meeting again in another heated kiss.

After what felt like an eternity, Qin Yao broke the kiss, her breathing uneven. She cupped An Yi’s face and whispered softly,

"Are you serious about this?"

An Yi:

He froze.

Something was off.

Her voice—it wasn’t right.

Unless he was mistaken, this voice belonged to—

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?!"

Qin Yao glared at the poker-faced man sipping tea across from her.

Lin Chen took a slow sip before raising an eyebrow. "Uncle Fu said you were in danger. I rushed here overnight from Hong Kong, and this is the thanks I get?"

Qin Yao faltered, guilt creeping into her voice. "W-well, it’s not like that… An Yi’s here too. He’ll protect me."

"And who exactly do you think I’m guarding you against?" Lin Chen shot her a pointed look.

Qin Yao:

"Are you done drinking?! Get out! I need to sleep!"

She shoved Lin Chen toward the door.

The moment it closed behind him, she stomped her foot in frustration.

With him around, An Yi would never dare to come now.

Whatever. Time for bed.

She flicked on the light.

An Yi’s worst fear was confirmed.

The stunning woman before him, radiating a sultry, mature charm, was none other than Yan Zhi.

His mind exploded like fireworks.

This was NOT the outcome he’d envisioned!

What do you do when you enter the wrong room?! Emergency advice needed!

"Are you serious about this?"

Yan Zhi’s piercing gaze bore into him, full of unspoken pressure.

An Yi sighed inwardly.

Great question.

A question that left him completely unprepared.

If he said no, the mood was already ruined. If he said yes… well, he had just been thinking about it.

"Uh, Yan Zhi, I—"

He racked his brain for a way to dodge the question.

"Sneaking in like this at night… that’s really not your style."

Yan Zhi sighed, then untied her nightgown and let it slide to the floor, revealing delicate lingerie beneath. She turned her face toward the pillow, feigning sternness.

"Just this once. And after tomorrow, neither of us mentions it again."

Her flawless body lay before him, pale as jade.

An Yi’s throat went dry.

Yan Zhi’s figure was beyond reproach—even the system acknowledged her as a once-in-a-lifetime beauty.

Honestly, he’d only ever fantasized about a body like this in his dreams.

How was he supposed to handle this situation?!

He felt like he’d stumbled into an inescapable trap, his entire body trembling with tension.

Well… screw it.

THUD!

The door burst open as Fang Jueming kicked it in.

"Master! Your disciple has arrived!"

Fang Jueming panted dramatically.

Behind him, a massive creature—part wolf, part dog—shoved its head into the room.

Taking in the scene, Fang Jueming froze.

"AHHH!"

A woman’s scream pierced the air.

"Get him out of here!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

A man’s furious roar followed.

Lamps! Slippers! Towels!

Miscellaneous objects flew through the air as the man hurled whatever was within reach.

Fang Jueming and Hongtian scrambled out in a panic.

"You said Master was in there!" Fang Jueming shot Hongtian an accusing glare.

Hongtian sniffed indignantly. "The seawater messed with my nose. Blame the ocean, not me."

"But what if Master’s in danger?!"

Fang Jueming’s face darkened with worry.

According to Hongtian, this ship was crawling with powerful martial artists.

No one could deny An Yi’s strength, but this was enemy territory. If multiple experts teamed up against him, even he might struggle.

Hongtian wagged his tail lazily. "Who knows? That kid’s always had good luck. For all we know, he’s having the time of his life right now."