Two figures overlapped in the dimly lit room.

The man with the delicate face lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, he lowered his eyes to look at the young girl, his voice low and husky, “Lia Wagner, tell me, who I am.”

The young girl's thick, curled eyelashes brushed against his skin as her thin white arms lifted up and gently hooked around his neck, the warmth of her breath brushing against it and the rich scent of wine following along as it wound its way up and into the tip of his nose.

In order to prevent her from falling, Matteo Schneider subconsciously held her waist.

The thin waist was so soft that it made the heart tremble.

His movement gave the other party an opportunity to take advantage of it, and the girl hooked her porcelain-white arm and leaned over unconsciously.

The warm touch came through the material of the garment, and it burned a little.

Matteo Schneider lowered his head, his own snow-white shirt had been left with scarlet hickeys.

The initiator hadn't realized what she had done.

Her eyes curved, and her soft, sweet voice was as sweet as if it had been dipped in a honey pot, “You're…Matteo Schneider...”

Those eyes staring at her suddenly became thick and obscure.

Matteo Schneider's shirt collar was pulled open, and the rolling beads of sweat on the cold white collarbone fell, and the young girl in his arms curled her white fingers slightly, and her eyes rippled with teardrops, as if she was about to cry, and she complained, “... hot.”

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The sky whitened and gradually a golden glow fell through the clouds.

Lia Wagner's head ached, and she raised her white soft fingers and rubbed her sore eyes, which had not yet fully opened, when fragments of last night scrambled into her head.

"She's just an adopted daughter. I don't take it seriously. A family like ours must find someone of equal status to marry."

Lia Wagner's movements paused for a moment, and the hand that had been rubbing her eyes re-descended.

She and Paul Mueller grew up together, she chased after him for more than ten years, no matter when or where, Paul Mueller could see her as soon as he turned his head, but yesterday she heard him mockingly say to the person beside her, "just an adopted daughter”.

Over the years, she followed him wherever he went, running errands and covering his homework when he was in school, and handling the company's business for him when he grew up ...

That she liked Paul Mueller was something that everyone knew, except Paul Mueller.

Only Paul Mueller, pretending not to know.

In his eyes, she is just “an adopted daughter”.

Sourness rushed to her eyes uncontrollably, along with the laughter of the group of people around him yesterday, with endless astringency.

Thoughts tumbled like a jumble of thoughts, slowly drowning her like a churning ocean wave.

Lia Wagner sank into the pillow, and everything around her felt airtight. The suffocating sensation of the sky spinning around her almost prevented her from breathing.

The suffocation came to an abrupt end when the gauzy curtains next to her were lifted, and clusters of light scrambled in.

A lazy, pleasant voice rang in her ears-  “Awake?”

Lia Wagner lifted her eyes suddenly to see a face of exquisite beauty.

The other party stood at the edge of the bed with his hands clasped on his chest, looking at her with downcast eyes, and that beautiful face suddenly gave a start as he looked at her and said “Miss Wagner, you're the one who raped of me, so I'm the one who should be upset now, aren't I?”

Lia Wagner's fingers pulled at the quilt, r...raped him?

Fragmented fragments of one section after another surfaced in front of the eyes, dim streetlamps, orange-flavored wine, she hooked the neck of others die not to let go, but also...also tilted her head back and bit on it.

Lia Wagner eyelashes are still hanging tears, her expression is stunned, the original sadness of the soft white face instantly climbed on the red.

Those blue, round, clear eyes instantly lifted, and their gaze accurately landed on the knot of that person's snow-white throat.

There, there was a light, pale pink teeth mark.

Lia Wagner uncontrollably scrutinized the knot of the throat, which was slightly raised like a work of art, and should have been glowing with a cold white light, but at this moment, because of that red mark, it seemed particularly loving.

Her fingers tightened slightly, her blue pupils gradually dilating.

That was her bite…She was the one who bit it last night.

Oooh…so offensive.

The person standing by the bedside hooked his crimson thin lips when he saw that she seemed to have remembered something:

“Miss Wagner.”

Lia Wagner raised her head awkwardly and met those narrow blue eyes.

His gaze seemed to be all burning, Lia Wagner subconsciously trembled her eyelashes.

While she looked at the other person, she tried to think, did she do anything more excessive last night besides hugging people's necks and not letting go, biting the knot of their throats, and kissing and kissing their faces...?

The man beside the bed raised his hand, gently tugged on his collar, pointed to the tooth stain on his Adam's apple, and said, "Can I understand that Miss Wagner likes me, right?"

Lia Wagner looked up in a daze, "Em?"

Does she like Matteo Schneider?

Lia Wagner subconsciously remembered what had happened during her studies.

She and Matteo Schneider attended the same high school and university.

Whether in high school or university, Matteo Schneider was a well-known figure in school and he was indeed very popular.

Once, in high school, she waited for Paul Mueller and watched his basketball games. Later, Paul Mueller and Finn Meyer went back to the stands to rest and watch other people's games together. Finn Meyer also asked her if she also had a crush on Matteo Schneider.

"This Matteo Schneider is very famous. It seems that all the girls in school like him. You won't abandon our brother Paul because you like Matteo Schneider, right?"

What did Lia Wagner say then?

She sat on the seats next to the court, paused for a moment while looking at the boy in white jerseys on the basketball court, turned around and said with a smile, how could that be possible, she only likes Paul Müller.

Seeing that she was a little distracted, Matteo Schneider stepped back and leaned on the table next to him. His slim trouser legs were crossed, and he looked at her from the side and said, "Lia Wagner."

"...Yes." Lia Wagner finally came to her senses and nodded seriously.

She thinks it's normal for Matteo Schneider to think like that, after all, he was so popular since childhood, and she was too...enthusiastic after drinking too much last night.

It's normal for him to misunderstand something.

"I will compensate you."

"How do you make it up to me?"

Two voices sounded at the same time. Lia Wagner paused for a moment, slowly sat up from the bed, looked at the perfect and dignified person leaning over there, and said carefully: "I will buy you some new clothes, and then I will treat you to a meal, OK?"

This was the first time she encountered such a situation, and she really didn't know how to solve it.

This was the best plan she could think of.

Matteo Schneider turned his head, his narrow blue eyes lowered, and half smiled: "Take me to dinner?"

Lia Wagner: "..." Is this tone another misunderstanding?

She pursed her lips and said seriously, "If Mr. Schneider doesn't have time, I can convert the clothing fee and the room fee into cash for you. Is that okay?"

After a pause, she quickly said, "There is also money for food."

Matteo Schneider seemed to find it funny as he raised his beautiful blue eyes and asked, "Leah Wagner, do you think I'm short of money?"

Leah Wagner immediately fell silent.

He actually doesn't lack money.

She used to hear his name in high school and college, but now she mainly hears Matteo Schneider of Biomechanical Co., Ltd.

Biomechanical Co., Ltd was founded by Matteo Schneider after he graduated. The company is about to go public and has a market value of around 5 billion.

Of course, he wouldn't care about money from a piece of clothing, room payment, or meal money.

The time of this kind of person is measured in seconds.

So how can Lia compensate him?

Lia Wagner frowned slightly and felt troubled for a moment.

Matteo Schneider's gaze fell on her. He lowered his gaze, put his long white fingers on the table and tapped lightly: "My company is about to go public."

Lia Wagner raised his head, looked at him and nodded: "...I know."

Matteo Schneider looked away from his fingers, his sparkling blue pupils filled with emotions that were difficult to recognize. He looked at her carefully and said in a casual tone: "At this time, nothing can happen to my company."

"Especially the sexy news about kissing a strange woman on the street."

"This is fatal for me and my company."

Lia Wagner nodded. The listing of a company is indeed a big deal, especially for a company like Biomechanical Co., Ltd.

Many companies will encounter various problems before listing, which eventually lead to the failure of listing.

Biomechanical Co., Ltd is about to be listed. If Matteo Schneider, the boss of Die Biomechanical Co., Ltd, has some negative news at this time, it may really affect the listing of Biomechanical Co., Ltd.

Lia Wagner suddenly felt very guilty. She was drunk, so why did she arrest people randomly?

There were so many people at the dinner party yesterday. Why did she arrest Matteo Schneider?

She doesn’t know how many eyes have been staring at Matteo Schneider recently. She doesn’t know how much trouble she has caused to others by arresting him.

Lia Wagner lowered her eyes, and her soft black hair fell on her cheeks, and her soft white face was half covered.

The pair of carefully trimmed thin eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was very distressed.

"What should I do..." Lia Wagner said in a low voice, not talking to Matteo Schneider, but talking to herself, "I'll go and ask my father for help."

The father she was talking about was not her biological father, but her adoptive father.

He was her biological father's comrade-in-arms. After her father died, she was taken to Family Fischer.

Family Fischer...

Lia Wagner lowered her eyes and frowned even deeper.

She and Family Fischer were not particularly close, and she had never asked them for anything. If she asked them for help, would they help?

"Ask?" The person leaning against the table lowered his eyes, speaking softly, with an inexplicable tone.

After a two-second pause, he raised his eyes and looked over. Under his dark hair, his narrow eyes sparkled beautifully. His gentle and magnetic voice was a little careless, "You don't have to ask for him. Maybe there are other solutions."

Lia Wagner immediately looked at him, with expectation in her clear eyes, "Really? Are there other solutions?"

Seemingly feeling that her attitude was too exciting, she paused and said seriously, "Herr Schneider, just say it. As long as I can do it, I will cooperate."

It's really embarrassing to cause so much trouble to others.

The man leaned there lazily, staring at her for a few seconds, until Lia Wagner felt uncomfortable being stared at, then he slightly raised his smooth white chin, "Get married."

Lia Wagner didn't react for a moment, a little dazed, "What?"

Matteo Schneider leaned casually, his palm fell on the table, the snow-white shirt outlined his perfect figure, he pondered for a few seconds, and repeated, "Get married."

Lia Wagner sat on the soft bed in the hotel, her eyes fell on the other's cold white jade fingers, her expression was a little dazed, thinking, this shirt, is it a little too transparent, she sat in this place, she could even vaguely see the muscle definition in the shirt...

She suddenly thought of someone else's pornographic remarks in the school forum when she was studying: [Matteo Schneider, could you not dress so conservatively when playing basketball, is it hot in Berlin!? If you have trained your abdominal muscles, show them! Show them!]

Strange, what is she thinking...

Lia Wagner pinched her palms, closed her eyes and concentrated. Before she opened her eyes, she was caught off guard by Matteo Schneider's understated words:

"To be precise, marry me."

Lia Wagner opened her eyes unexpectedly and looked straight at him, not caring about his figure. "Why?"

"If it's a kiss with my wife, it won't be considered a sex scandal." Matteo Schneider leaned there lazily, his Adam's apple with ambiguous red marks was extremely prominent, "Besides, the image of being married can make the public trust me more."