Chapter 4: The First Successful Harvest
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The city never truly slept—but even its restless pulse began to fade as the car gradually slowed.
Only then did Shen Ruoxi realize how much time had passed.
The lively streets they had left behind dissolved into a quieter, more refined atmosphere. Before them, the Park Plaza Hotel rose in quiet grandeur, its towering structure bathed in warm golden light. Vast glass panels reflected the evening sky—soft amber melting into deepening blue—while a line of lanterns illuminated the entrance like a path leading into another world.
The Aventador came to a smooth, effortless stop.
For a brief moment, neither of them moved.
Then Lin Xuan stepped out.
A uniformed attendant approached immediately, opening Shen Ruoxi's door with practiced courtesy. She hesitated—just for a fraction of a second—before stepping out. Her gaze lifted instinctively toward the towering facade, her eyes reflecting something unreadable.
It felt distant.
Like a world she had only ever observed from afar… never entered.
Inside, everything changed.
The lobby unfolded in understated luxury. Crystal chandeliers cascaded soft light from above, scattering reflections across polished marble floors. A faint floral fragrance lingered in the air, blending seamlessly with the low hum of quiet conversation and the distant melody of a piano drifting unseen.
Calm.
Controlled.
Elegant.
Lin Xuan walked ahead without pause, his expression composed, as though such surroundings were entirely ordinary to him.
Shen Ruoxi followed half a step behind.
At the front desk, the receptionist greeted them with a professional smile.
"Good evening, sir."
"I have a reservation," Lin Xuan replied calmly.
A few swift keystrokes later, the receptionist nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lin. Your room has been prepared."
She placed a key card neatly on the counter. "Room 1708. We hope you enjoy your stay."
"Thank you."
That was all.
Yet to Shen Ruoxi, even this brief exchange felt strangely unreal.
Room 1708.
The number echoed faintly in her mind.
They moved toward the elevator in silence. A soft chime broke the stillness as the doors slid open. Inside, mirrored walls reflected their figures—his steady and composed, hers far less so.
As the doors closed, the space seemed to shrink.
The quiet deepened.
Shen Ruoxi lowered her gaze. Her fingers tightened slightly at her sides, her heartbeat no longer steady. It raced—quick, uneven, impossible to ignore.
She understood.
After tonight…
A faint warmth spread across her cheeks, deepening into a soft blush. Her thoughts scattered, each one making her more aware of the path she had chosen to walk.
Yet she did not retreat.
The elevator stopped.
The doors opened.
The corridor stretched ahead, hushed and softly lit, golden light casting long shadows along the patterned carpet. Each step they took felt quieter than the last, as though even the world itself was holding its breath.
Room 1708.
Lin Xuan stopped.
A soft beep.
The door unlocked.
He pushed it open.
Inside, the atmosphere shifted once more.
Warm ambient lighting softened every edge of the room. Floor-to-ceiling curtains framed a wide window, where the city lights shimmered like distant stars. At the center stood a king-sized bed, pristine white sheets smoothed perfectly, scattered with delicate petals whose faint fragrance lingered in the air.
A low table near the window held a bottle of wine and two untouched glasses.
Everything was carefully arranged.
Subtle.
Intentional.
Unmistakably intimate.
Shen Ruoxi stepped inside slowly, her breath catching almost imperceptibly.
This silence was different.
Closer.
Warmer.
Behind her—
The door closed with a soft, final click.
In that instant, everything changed.
Lin Xuan pulled her into him.
Her body collided lightly against his chest, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his arm tightened around her waist, leaving no space between them. Before she could react, he lifted her chin—
And kissed her.
The kiss was not gentle.
It was consuming.
Shen Ruoxi trembled.
A soft, breathless sound slipped from her lips as her fingers clutched his clothes, instinctively anchoring herself to him. His presence overwhelmed her senses—the warmth of his body, the firmness of his hold, the way he gave her no room to escape.
Her resistance… if it had ever existed… dissolved completely.
She melted into him.
Her responses grew bolder, guided by instinct, her shyness unraveling under the rising tide of emotion—and something far more dangerous.
The air thickened.
Heated.
Time stretched endlessly between them.
When he finally pulled away, her breathing was uneven, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded and dazed with emotion.
She looked at him as though nothing else in the world existed.
Then—
A sudden series of mechanical notifications echoed within Lin Xuan's mind.
Ding.
Shen Ruoxi's favorability has increased to 90.
Ding. Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: Qilin Kidneys.Ding. Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: X-Ray Vision.Ding. Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: A Villa in Beijing Riviera.Ding. Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: 1 Random God-Level Skill Card.Ding. Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: 5,000,000 RMB.
One after another.
Uninterrupted.
Lin Xuan's gaze sharpened.
Something within him shifted—subtle, yet unmistakable.
Deeper.
Stronger.
More primal.
His eyes darkened as they settled on Shen Ruoxi once more.
And this time—
There was no restraint left.
He pulled her closer again.
Beyond the window, the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and shadow, fading into irrelevance as the world inside the room grew smaller… more intense.
Shen Ruoxi's breaths lost their rhythm.
Her voice, once calm and composed, trembled—breaking into soft, unsteady sounds she could no longer suppress. Each attempt to steady herself only drew her deeper into his grasp, leaving her with nothing to hold onto but him.
Her composure shattered.
Piece by piece.
Time passed—
Unnoticed.
Uncounted.
The silence of the room dissolved, replaced by uneven breaths, soft echoes, and the lingering intensity of a moment neither of them chose to end.
For Shen Ruoxi—
Everything was overwhelming.
Her first experience was not gentle.
It was intense.
Unrelenting.
Far beyond anything she had imagined.
Again and again, she was drawn deeper, her strength fading, her body unable to keep pace with the storm he created.
And yet—
She never let go.
Because beneath it all…
She didn't want to.
By the time the night began to settle, nearly two hours had passed.
Shen Ruoxi lay weakly against him, her breathing soft and uneven, her body completely drained. Her face remained flushed, her eyes heavy, yet still filled with a quiet warmth as she looked at him.
There was no regret.
Only a deep, unspoken attachment.
Lin Xuan, however, remained composed.
Untouched by fatigue.
As though the night had only just begun.
His gaze lowered slightly, resting on her in silence.
And within that silence—
A faint, satisfied smile appeared.
Everything had unfolded exactly as he intended.
But what neither of them realized…
Was that tonight was not an ending.
It was the beginning of something far more dangerous—
A connection that would blur the line between desire and control…
And a path from which neither of them could ever truly turn back.
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