"You haven’t had too much to drink?" Ruan ngxi struggled a bit, but he pressed her tightly and she couldn’t move, "Get off , it’s uncomfortable."
The breath he exhaled was filled with the strong sll of alcohol, blowing over repeatedly, making her heart palpitate and head dizzy.
"You’ve ssed up my hair."
"You ssed up mine today too, so what’s wrong with ssing it up a bit?"
Zeyan nodded, "Seems quite reasonable."
"Then get off , don’t press on ." He was too heavy, and reeked of alcohol, making her almost unable to breathe.
"How about you press on for a bit too, and we’ll call it even."
She press on him?
What kind of wild talk is this, clearly taking advantage of her.
Qi Zeyan wasn’t drunk, but he had indeed drunk alcohol, smiling freely and boldly, looking handso. Such a handso face swaying in front of you makes people blush.
What kind of flirty talk is this, have you no sha.
"Get off." Ruan ngxi pushed him.
Qi Zeyan couldn’t possibly keep pressing on her; he was just teasing her.
Ruan ngxi saw through his intentions too, and from sowhere found the strength to push him off. Qi Zeyan wasn’t willing to back off, and in this push and pull...
"Ow—" "Ouch—" The two of them cried out in pain at the sa ti.
Ruan ngxi’s head bumped against his chin, both of them hurting so much they gasped.
Qi Zeyan took a deep breath; other people’s romances are sweet and loving, but with him, it’s either rolling in the snow or bumping his chin, it’s practically fatal.
On TV, these flirting scenes are all pink bubbles, how co reality is completely different.
Not caring about the pain in his chin, he quickly backed off, pulled up Ruan ngxi, and checked her.
Ruan ngxi’s head was spinning from the bump, tears were forced out.
"Don’t cover it, let see." Qi Zeyan pulled her hand away, her forehead was bright red, looking pitiful, "Does it hurt?"
"What do you think." Ruan ngxi took a deep breath, truly unlucky.
"I’ll go get you an ice pack."
Qi Zeyan, having had drinks, was inevitably clumsy, he grabbed so ice, haphazardly wrapped it in a towel, ca over to help her apply the ice, never having taken care of anyone before, his actions were even more awkward.
"Let do it myself." Ruan ngxi felt like he might actually kill her.
Yet seeing him busily helping her, the feeling in her heart was naturally different. Who doesn’t want to be treated like a little princess, cherished and pampered?
"Does it still hurt?" Qi Zeyan had never been in a relationship, all he had learned was from watching videos, which seed utterly useless now.
All of it is a damn lie!
"It’s okay." Ruan ngxi put down the ice pack, looking at his bumped red chin, "How about you, are you alright?"
"I’m fine."
Qi Zeyan looked at her, actually sowhat flustered.
He wanted to pursue her, naturally he wanted to be good to her, but their interactions had frequent hiccups, adjustnts were surely needed.
"You better apply ice as well, or tomorrow it’ll surely swell up and be unpresentable. I’m heading back to my room." Ruan ngxi was a bit helpless, deep down thinking that sweet romances others have, probably wouldn’t happen to her.
Others in love might cost emotions, maybe even a bit of money, but this...
Not even officially in a relationship, nearly lost her life.
Qi Zeyan saw her about to leave, gritted his teeth, turned and grabbed her wrist.
Ruan ngxi was pulled forcefully backward, her slippers stumbled off, feet bared, crashing into the man’s embrace behind. He was hot, his breath even hotter, except the fingers that had just held the ice, chilling.
"Qi Zeyan..."
Chin against her shoulder, Qi Zeyan appeared sowhat defeated, "I wasn’t just ssing with you, I’m really serious about pursuing you. Today we had dinner and watched a movie together, I was really happy."
"I just wanted to spend more ti with you, pretended to be drunk to co over..."
"I don’t even know how things ended up like this." He didn’t understand why things went so wrong.
Ruan ngxi pressed her lips tight, it was the first ti seeing Qi Zeyan looking so dejected. Maybe the alcohol added a hint of weariness, "You’ve drunk too much, better rest early."
"Does it still hurt?" Qi Zeyan reached to cover her forehead.
"It’s okay."
He had drunk alcohol, fingers sowhat uncontrolled, cold and stiff, slightly trembling, fingers moved a bit downward, covering half her eyes.
With vision obstructed, Ruan ngxi instinctively wanted to avoid his hand, but the next mont, her lips felt a burning touch.
Qi Zeyan wasn’t very skilled at kissing, but he had learned so from watching videos last night, roughly picked up a few techniques, yet didn’t dare to go in deep, just rolling over her lips...
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