"Teacher, why can't you... always... always see my heart?"

The room was dimly lit, and the full-length window cast two shadows, one of a young man bound to a chair and a girl standing in front of him. With a slender, delicate finger, the girl lifted the young man's chin, her tone filled with resentment and her voice full of grievances.

In the background of the twenty-eight-story window, the bustling city was filled with neon lights, casting a colorful sea of lights, but in the room, the light was weak, only casting a hazy silhouette on the young man and the girl in front of him.

The young man chuckled softly, lowering his eyes, appearing indifferent and emotionless.

"..."

The girl's tone became even more aggrieved, her voice full of accusations.

"Why don't you say something? Teacher!"

"You used to be so gentle, why have you become like this now?

"You promised to be with me, to always be good to me, always smiling at me..."

The girl sobbed softly, squatting down in front of the silent young man, placing both hands on his thighs, raising her head and looking at the bound young man like a cat pleading for its owner's mercy.

The young man's eyes moved, but he remained silent.

Growing frustrated with her unacknowledged feelings, the girl's expression gradually changed.

"In that case, I'm going to get you," she said with a smile, her dark eyes revealing no sign of the light from outside. Dressed in a thin-strapped, one-piece dress, her beautiful shoulders and slender limbs exuded youthful innocence and allure.

The young man's expression remained unchanged, but his gaze followed her curves.

Noticing his gaze, the girl leaned down and whispered in his ear with a smile.

"…Teacher, do you like watching me too?"

Her expression suddenly changed, "Then why can't you just say whether you like me or not? Every time I ask you, you evade the question, and then you go and kiss other people. Do you think they're better to kiss? You're going to kiss everyone else but not me?"

Her expression became increasingly unstable.

The young man's expression showed pity, as if he were a deity looking down upon his madly devoted followers.

But his gaze couldn't help but wander over her fair skin.

"But I've already decided, I want to be with teacher in this room forever."

"Until you say you love me, I won't let you go. We still have a long life ahead of us, teacher..."

"Teacher is the most considerate, so...he'll never leave me like this again."

Her pupils shrank, her breathing grew rapid with excitement.

She leaned close to the young man, as if to claim a kiss.

Then—

The window shattered, and a strong wind rushed in, the high-quality curtain flipped outward and then rolled back in.

The girl stared dumbstruck at the window, while the young man's deadpan expression finally registered surprise.

A figure appeared outside the window of the twenty-eight-story building, wearing a snow-white mask, with half crying and half smiling, a white shirt, suit pants, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, looking like someone just off work, preparing to have drinks with friends. He glanced at his phone, comparing messages.

"Qing Ning, seventeen years old, the sole daughter of the Qin Corporation, height 1.65 meters, weight… Yes, physical characteristics confirmed, it's her."

The masked young man put away his phone.

"Hello, I'm your discipline enforcement officer, Verian."

"Miss Qing Ning, you have been selected into the 'ill love' girls' album and must undergo strict behavior correction. Please come with me immediately. You have the right to remain silent, but no possibility of seeking a lawyer or contacting the police. Other than being captured by me or being knocked unconscious and taken away by me, you have no other choice."

As Verian spoke, he stepped forward, his feet landing firmly on the carpet, and glanced around the room.

The room was meticulously prepared, decorated with a romantic and dreamy rose sea, the bed adorned with a heart made of petals, often seen in honeymoon suites, and within the rose heart lay a necklace, handcuffs, and various unmentionable props.

Suddenly, a flash of silver appeared, and a long knife was pointed at his face.

With a knife in front and a twenty-eight-story drop behind him, the stranger asked, "Who are you? Are you another baddie here to stop me and my teacher?" The girl tilted her head, the light from the window illuminating only the lower half of her face and hiding her upper half in darkness, revealing only her shadowy eyes, deep and terrifying."In terms of action logic, yes." Verian nodded, calmly responding.

"…Then go to hell! Whoever tries to stop me and my teacher will die."

Qing Ning sneered, slashing forward with lightning speed, her well-trained body agile and flexible like a cat. With this slash, the opponent would either have their guts spill on the ground or dodge by retreating, falling down.

However, nothing happened, and she slashed through empty air.

Verian walked over to the young man tied to the chair and studied him.

It seemed that scumbags were usually handsome, and this one was a fair-faced lad.

With his hands behind his back, he glanced at his pants and chuckled, then turned away under the astonished gaze of the young man.

"Miss Qing Ning, our lesson begins. The first lesson: men who keep silent, don't communicate, act hesitantly but still come forward, only want you to guess, have an inscrutable attitude, think deeply to themselves, and suddenly say: let's break up, I don't love you anymore, you hurt me, I'm not interested in you… and so on. "

"Forgive me for being blunt, but such people are trash, scumbags."

"The more you chase, the more shameless they become, and the more they can show you their true colors."

The girl couldn't stand others belittling her beloved, and she rushed over barefoot, ready to stab Verian.

Verian dodged sideways, grabbed the girl's wrists with a reverse grip, and bound her hands behind her back. The girl's body was as soft as a cat, struggling to escape, but he showed no mercy, holding her like a snake by its neck, forcing the girl's face to look at the young man tied to the chair.

"A real man would not love and then refuse to do anything with you because a righteous man would consider the responsibilities in the future. But this man complains about you, saying that you restrict and imprison him, showing resentment and refusal in various ways. Yet, now, seeing your body, he can still get excited and hard—this is not a symbol of love."

Verian's voice became colder.

"He just wants to feel good."

Qing Ning let out a low growl in anger, but Verian didn't care and spoke softly.

"Allow me to share some common knowledge with Miss Qin."

"Physiologically, men are more likely to feel pleasure than women. It is said that three to four out of ten women have never experienced true pleasure with a male partner in their lifetime. In terms of firmness and endurance, real men are far inferior to sex toys."

"Because men's pleasure time is shorter and their pleasure points are easier to reach, they are naturally more inclined to hunt for new targets once they get what they want. As a result, most men find it difficult to care for their partner's feelings after their own satisfaction."

"Whatever you plan to do to him in this room tonight, he will act reluctantly with a face that says you are forcing him, yet his body will react involuntarily. Trust me, his experience tonight will be much better than yours. With your lack of experience and reckless actions, all you will get is a night of suffering."

"Please don't be misled by those adult materials and wrong ideas."

"And don't try to romanticize what will happen tonight with your own notion of love. It's just boring, don't beautify this idea; what you think of as giving yourself for love, feeling pain as sweetness because of the person you love, unrequited love, combined with a hesitant, irresponsible, and non-refusing scumbag, is just a tragedy."

"I came here to cure your lovesickness."

Verian pinched Qing Ning's neck, and the struggling girl suddenly went limp, her body as soft as a boneless creature, her clear and shocked eyes wide open, staring at him.

Verian carried the young girl's delicate body like a sack of rice on his shoulder and walked to the edge of the chair.

"Come, let me show you how ordinary people really are, and how the person you thought you couldn't have, always has a face as if the whole world owes him a fortune."

With a kick, he sent the chair and the young man together, falling from the 28th floor.

The tied-up young man could not move and could only watch himself falling helplessly.

The girl's eyes widened, tears gushing out, and her scream tore through the night.

"No—!!!"