After the brief grogginess faded, fragmented and absurd memories began surging up from the depths of Quentin's mind.
The mushroom soup... Bonnie's glazed eyes... the way she threw herself at him, biting aggressively...
And those wildly surreal hallucinations.
Quentin's breath hitched, his entire body going completely rigid.
They had been poisoned.
And not only that, they had...!
The moment the realization hit him, Quentin swallowed hard.
The woman in his arms was still asleep, sprawled softly against him, her breathing light. A faint, unnatural flush still lingered on her cheeks.
Her arms were wrapped around his waist, sleeping completely defenseless.
Quentin looked down at her, his embrace instinctively tightening.
But the moment he felt her slender, soft waist, he immediately loosened his grip, as if afraid he might hurt her.
Her skin was too tender, her waist too thin. The visceral reality of it made his heart ache with complicated emotions.
He never would have imagined that their first time together would happen under such messy, out-of-control circumstances.
Quentin closed his eyes, a profound sense of regret welling up in his chest.
He had always possessed ironclad self-control and believed he would never lose himself to such primal desires. Yet this time, he had failed to hold onto his final thread of sanity.
Even if neither of them was in their right mind, and even if the toxins and hallucinations had magnified their desires, the fact remained that the damage was done. It couldn't just be brushed off as an 'accident.'
Having grown up abroad, Quentin had witnessed countless fleeting relationships. He had seen too many people speak of love casually, only to turn completely cold the next moment.
But while his mother was still alive, she had told him very seriously:
"When you truly care for someone, you cannot just indulge in momentary pleasure. You must protect her dignity, keep her safe, and never betray her trust and sincerity. If you ever meet that person, make sure she never suffers because of your love."
He had always remembered that.
That was why, for all these years, before meeting the one who truly made his heart race, he had kept his distance from all women.
Perhaps influenced by his mother, he still harbored deeply traditional views at his core.
But now, he and Bonnie had crossed that line.


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