Wake up

"Hisss—"

Jane woke up, her body aching as if it had been run over by a car. She tried to move, but couldn't, as something was pressing down on her. She felt thirsty and uncomfortable, so she reluctantly opened her eyes, only to find the room dark with tightly drawn curtains...

As her consciousness gradually returned, she felt the heat on her back. Lowering her gaze, she saw a man's arm reaching over from behind, resting on her waist, his large hand firmly gripping her.

Jane widened her eyes, stunned.

However, Jane's shock and fear were not only because of the intrusive hand and the man whose face she couldn't see clearly from behind, but also because of the unfamiliar birthmark on her left chest—

A red cinnabar mole, the size of half a fingernail, shaped like a "heart".

When did she get this birthmark?

Could it be that she was really drugged yesterday, violated by that disgusting old man? And then, he...

No!

Jane quickly realized that her speculation was completely wrong. This body was curvaceous, excessively beautiful, with skin as fair as snow, smooth as satin, if one were to ignore the deep and shallow bruises on it... It was truly a perfect gift from heaven.

Was she dreaming? This definitely wasn't her body!

As if to confirm it for her, the large hand suddenly exerted force, causing Jane to involuntarily let out a soft moan. If it wasn't her body, how could she react?

Upon hearing her voice, the man behind her pressed even closer, his scorching breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and seductive, "Baby, awake?"

The man's voice, sleepily magnetic, was quite different from his usual self. However, when Jane heard his words, she turned her head in astonishment.

Seeing Jane half-turning, staring at him dumbfoundedly, Jackie curled his lips, "Little baby, your body is flexible, and your waist is soft. Are you a dancer?"

He was just asking casually, whether she answered or not didn't matter to him. He simply flipped her over completely, facing him.

"You..." Jane instinctively gasped, and as the man's interest grew, regardless of whether she wanted it or not, his seductive gaze looked down at her from above. Soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his tanned skin.

Wide-eyed, Jane gripped the man's broad shoulders with both hands, her fingertips sinking deep into his firm skin, and she stared into his eyes without blinking, as if trying to see through him, to understand him inside and out.

But as she continued to look, Jane's vision gradually blurred, and the man's face above her head was engulfed in a mist, making it impossible to distinguish who he was, or whether it was a dream or reality...

"Little baby, why are you crying? Are you uncomfortable?" Jackie asked with a seemingly concerned tone, lowering his head, his breath close, hotly spraying onto Jane's face, still as audacious as ever, showing that he didn't care whether she was comfortable or not.

Jane thought she must be crazy or already dead to dream of her first night with Jackie again.