Eye of Insight

"Ow!" Ethan let out a sudden cry, staggering back two steps while clutching his bleeding lip. His face was full of shock as he stared at the girl in the purple dress, who had just turned on him without warning. 

"Bah! Pervert!" The girl's face was flushed red as she spat the words out angrily. 

Ethan felt utterly wronged and snapped, "Were you a dog in your past life?! First, you ran over and kissed me out of nowhere, and now you're biting me—" 

The girl bit her lip and stomped her foot. That delicate and feisty expression made Ethan's heart skip a beat. He couldn't help but think—this woman was an absolute minx. A crazy minx, at that. 

Shaking off his frustration, he turned and started walking back toward the hotel. But before he could get far, the girl in the purple dress caught up to him, blushing as she clung onto his arm and asked in a soft voice, "Was that your first kiss?" 

Ethan froze. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded. His mind was spinning—he couldn't figure out why this woman kept flipping personalities like a light switch. One moment, she was kissing him. The next, she was biting him. And now, she was acting all demure and sweet. What the hell was going on in her head? 

The girl's lips curled into an amused smile. "You're staying at the Lakeview Hotel?" 

Ethan blinked. "How do you know?" 

With a flick of her wrist, she revealed a golden room card between her fingers. 

Ethan snatched it back immediately. "Why are you taking my stuff?!" 

The girl clung onto his arm again, shaking it gently as she pouted. "Weren't you also taking liberties just now?" 

Ethan was momentarily stunned. Then realization struck. Yeah… he *had* grabbed something just now. And it did feel pretty nice. His face turned red at the thought, and he was at a complete loss for words. 

At that moment, a taxi pulled up behind them. Without hesitation, the girl flagged it down and dragged Ethan inside. "Lakeview Hotel," she told the driver. 

The driver gave them a strange look. The hotel was only a few hundred meters away—walking there wouldn't even take ten minutes. But he shrugged and started the meter anyway. Easy money. 

Two minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of the hotel. 

The girl tugged on Ethan's arm and said, "Pay up! Why are you just standing there?" 

Ethan sighed, pulled out his wallet, and paid the fare. Before he knew it, he was being dragged into the hotel like a puppet on a string. By the time he snapped back to his senses, they were already inside his room. 

"This is way too fast…" he muttered under his breath. 

To be honest, back at the lake, he had already felt the spark. His body was more than ready, but his mind… still had some reservations. 

The girl, however, wasted no time. As soon as she stepped inside, she let go of his arm, flashed a sly smile, and dashed straight into the bathroom. *Click.* The door locked behind her. Then, the sound of running water filled the air. 

Ethan's mind started racing. *She's getting cleaned up first… that means she's planning to do it, right?* He suddenly recalled how she had kissed him by the lake. *That must've been her way of luring clients…* 

Looking at her appearance, she was probably expensive. But whatever. Nobody knew him here anyway. 

His heart pounding, Ethan decided to get ready. Stripping off his shirt, he started doing push-ups in the living room. If tonight was going to be *the* night, he had to be in top form. 

Meanwhile, the girl finished her shower and stepped out, drying her wet hair with a towel. 

The sight before her made her pause. 

Ethan, bare-chested, was doing push-ups, his muscles rippling with each movement. The sheer masculine energy of the scene left her dazed for a moment. Then, remembering the embarrassing moment by the lake, she felt her face heat up again. 

Ethan stood up and glanced at her. His eyes instinctively drifted to her curves before he muttered, "You watch TV for a bit. I'll take a shower." 

As soon as he stepped into the bathroom, the girl quickly searched the room. But after rummaging through everything, she came up empty-handed—no money, nothing valuable. 

*Damn it, he took his wallet and phone into the bathroom with him. He really doesn't trust me at all…* 

With a sigh, she slumped onto the sofa and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels absentmindedly. 

She hadn't planned for things to turn out this way. To escape the arranged marriage her family had set up, she had fled in a hurry, bringing nothing but the clothes on her back. That was one reason she had latched onto Ethan—she had nowhere else to go. 

The other reason? 

Ethan had admitted that it was his first kiss. 

And somehow, in her mind, that made him feel safer than wandering the streets alone. 

Of course, if she knew what Ethan was thinking at that moment, she probably would have bolted out of the room immediately. 

Inside the bathroom, Ethan was mentally preparing himself, running through all the "theoretical knowledge" he had accumulated over the years. He was determined to put it into practice tonight. 

The girl intrigued him. Whatever her reasons were for being here, he wasn't going to let this chance slip away. 

Then, suddenly— 

*Creaaak.* 

The bathroom door opened. 

Ethan stepped out, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his clothes in hand. His body, sculpted to perfection, was on full display. 

The girl was stunned. 

Her gaze involuntarily drifted downward—only to land on a… very noticeable bulge in his boxers. 

Her face turned beet red, and she quickly averted her eyes. "P-Pervert! Put on some clothes!" 

Ethan blinked, then realized his mistake. 

Oh, right. She was a professional. 

He muttered, "Why bother? We're just gonna take them off again anyway." 

The girl instantly understood what was going through his mind. 

*This idiot thinks I'm a call girl who delivered herself to his room…* 

She was so mortified she could barely breathe. Her face burned with embarrassment, her teeth clenched in frustration. 

She had run away from an arranged marriage only to end up in a stranger's hotel room. No wonder he misunderstood! 

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. 

And before she knew it, tears welled up in her eyes. 

Ethan panicked. Seeing her tears, he quickly put his clothes back on and awkwardly approached. "Uh… don't cry. Look, if you don't wanna f—um, do it, then we won't." 

Hearing this, the girl burst into even louder sobs. 

Ethan was at a loss. He could only sit there, staring at her helplessly. 

After a while, she finally stopped crying. 

Then, she turned to him and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?" 

Ethan shook his head. Over the years, he had moved from place to place, even changing schools multiple times. He never had the time to date. 

The girl pouted. "Am I pretty?" 

"Of course," Ethan answered without hesitation. Then he added, "But that has nothing to do with me." 

The girl forced a smile. "Then… can I be your girlfriend?" 

Ethan scoffed. "Yeah, right. I don't even know your name. You should just leave." 

Today had been an absolute disaster. 

He was broke, frustrated, and now stuck with this crazy woman. 

Who cared if she was pretty? 

She was nuts.