My beloved wife novel Chapter 1

The moment she opened her eyes and saw a strange man lying right beside her, it took everything in Rita Gu not to cry out.

The breeze from the opened windows blew into the room, letting her hair fray over her delicate skin. A large quilt covered her body, as she stared at him.

Light streamed through the curtains, highlighting her clear face.

Rita Gu furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember what had happened last night. She had been in the bar and then... She hooked up with someone.

As she gazed into the man's physique, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the man she hooked up with.

As the party was going on, she remembered how drunk she was, stumbling in and out from the crowds of people on the dance floor. She wanted to steady herself, but her shaky stance was not helping the case.

Rita Gu was not sure about what had happened next. It seemed that her slim arms wrapped around the man's body, exhausted and drunk.

It turned out that they ended up here. As she moved closer, she couldn't help but admire the intricate angles of his facial structure. It was as if he popped out of a modelling ad, and he looked very fine under the sunlight.

"Hello?" Rita nudged him only to see that he still wouldn't budge.

She couldn't help but gaze at him, admiring the view in front of her.

After a few seconds, Rita quickly picked up her clothes from the ground. As she was about to raise her legs to put on her pants, the pain in her lower body made her groan.

He had been thrusting into her the entire night, and now, she needed to pay the price of enduring the pain.

It was a repeated cycle of pain and pleasure, and it was definitely a night for her to remember.

The man was hot, if she could say so herself. Was he one of the dancers in the bar?

He moved, the muscles on his back contracting slightly, making her lift her head. Was he awake?

She slowed her movements.

Suddenly, the bed creaked. Rita was so frightened that she immediately froze, her mind racking with different phrases on what she should say if the man woke up.

She had never hooked up with a man before, and now, looking at it, it should stay that way.

The man on the bed was actually only pretending to sleep. In fact, he had been squinting at the woman for quite some time now, looking at the way she bent down and tiptoed to the door.

Suddenly, she stopped.

As he saw her come back, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended that he was fast asleep.

Rita narrowed her eyes at the man on the bed. He really did have a nice figure with an extremely handsome face and defined muscles. He was either a male prostitute or a dancer, she thought.

Did that mean she had to pay then?