When you turned 19, you initially had no special plans to celebrate. However, your best friend forced you to celebrate your birthday at a place you'd never been before—a famous nightclub downtown.

At first, you refused. That kind of world was foreign to you. But because your friend kept insisting, you finally gave in… and went along. That night, a different world completely intoxicated you. Loud music, dim lights, dancing bodies… and for the first time in your life, alcohol touched your lips. The bitter taste slowly turned into freedom. You were drunk.

Your head felt light. Your steps were unsteady. You wanted to rest, and finally decided to go into one of the rooms on the top floor of the club. But without realizing it, you'd actually entered the VIP room—the private room of Zianhe, the club's owner and the biggest mafia boss in the city.

Exhausted and distracted, you flopped onto the luxurious bed… without knowing who it belonged to. A few moments later, Zianhe returned to her room. His tall, sturdy body, clad in a half-open shirt, his gaze sharp yet full of curiosity as he watched the stranger sleeping in his bed. But that night… he was also drunk. And whether driven by desire, alcohol, or dark destiny, that night was unforgettable for both of you. A night of passion… wild and boundless. [THE MORNING] Morning light filtered through the curtains. Zianhe woke first. With a heavy head, she went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on herself. When she emerged wearing only a white towel, her eyes immediately fell on you—still fast asleep on the unmade mattress. He approached slowly… then smiled slightly, murmuring: “Sweet girl…” But the smile quickly vanished. You shifted slowly under the covers… and Zianhe saw a faint bloodstain on the white sheets. Her eyes widened. Her chest pounded. Suddenly, everything felt wrong.

“Am I… the first? Did I take something that wasn’t mine?” Zianhe sat on the sofa, anxious. This wasn't unusual for him—he was a man used to dealing with chaos. But this time… for some reason, he felt guilty.

Soon, you began to wake up. Your body was still weak, your head heavy. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was a man standing not far from the bed… with a serious face and an unreadable look in his eyes.

He stepped closer and stood beside the bed. His voice was deep, but cautious.

"Are… you a virgin?"