The sudden rainstorm engulfed the city in coolness, and the fierce wind battered the windows, making a rustling sound.
Inside, the candlelight flickered dimly. At this mont, Qi Zeyan’s consciousness was in a haze. He was completely unaware of how close they were or how ambiguous their posture was. He just felt his leg hurt and wanted to find a place to sleep.
He placed his hands on the table edge on either side of her body, trying to get up.
She stiffened, not daring to move.
Countless scenarios flashed through her mind:
First, hug his neck;
Directly pounce, press him to the ground;
Or jump on him, a bear hug...
Ruan ngxi’s nerves were tense:
She had never done such a thing and didn’t know how drunk Qi Zeyan really was, feeling apprehensive.
At this mont, Qi Zeyan propped himself up to leave, staggering due to his unsteady balance, and fell onto her, the movent was sowhat large...
The candle on the table flickered and wavered, then suddenly...
Went out.
The entire room was instantly plunged into darkness, Qi Zeyan slightly frowned.
With a dazed look in his eyes, a montary blind spot appeared due to the sudden darkness, and the next second...
He felt a warm softness on his lips.
He hadn’t even had ti to carefully feel it when the sensation disappeared.
Ruan ngxi was very nervous earlier, but after the first ti, she grew bolder.
She clenched his shirt by his waist with both hands and slowly leaned in again.
After all, she had little experience, despite having a wealth of theoretical knowledge, putting it into practice was fairly difficult.
She didn’t dare to go too far.
Suddenly, a lightning flash outside illuminated the room brightly, and Ruan ngxi didn’t dare to be too aggressive. Using the light from the lightning, she turned on the lamp and helped him back to the room.
The sudden rain was only temporary. Once it stopped and the wind settled, the heat would certainly sweep back in. Since he was drunk, there was no way he could sleep on the sofa, so Ruan ngxi supported him back to her bedroom, wrung a towel, and wiped his face.
She kept watch by the bed for a while before turning to tidy up the dining table.
...
Qi Zeyan was lying on the bed, his consciousness completely blurred.
That night, he uncharacteristically had a dream.
He tried hard to see the face of the person in his dream, feeling dazed, the person seed vague, appearing sowhat like Ruan ngxi.
He dread she had just co out of a bath, the air conditioner wind crumpling her dress...
He was shocked, wondering how he could be so shaless to fantasize about his assistant?
But in the next second, the figure beca clear, and it was—
Jiang Chengsi!
"Holy crap—"
He cursed under his breath, waking up completely.
By this ti, the sky was already bright. He glanced around; it wasn’t the living room sofa, nor the guest room, but the bedside had a crystal lamp and a photo of Ruan ngxi, clearly her bedroom.
There was a faint fruity scent in the room, even the quilt seed to sll sweet.
He took a deep breath and unconsciously touched his lips, always feeling the dream from last night was too real.
"Boss, you’re awake?" Ruan ngxi just happened to push the door open and enter. She was already dressed, "My parents sent sothing over, I need to deliver it to Wanwan, what would you like for lunch? I’ll bring it back for you."
Ruan ngxi acted nonchalant.
"Anything’s fine." Qi Zeyan couldn’t bring himself to look at her.
"Breakfast is on the table, I’ll head out first." Ruan ngxi said and then left. Not until he heard the front door click shut did Qi Zeyan let out a sigh of relief.
What on earth was wrong with him, suddenly having such a dream, have you no sha?
She kindly took you in, lent you a room to live in, and you...
Qi Zeyan raised a hand and patted his face, trying to wake himself up a bit, but suddenly thought of Jiang Chengsi’s face appearing last and felt a chill down his neck.
Then he rembered, yesterday Jiang Chengsi had called him, and he forgot to reply.
...
Jiang Chengsi was on his way to Tang Wan’s studio. It was rare for him to be driving a car today, and as soon as he parked, he started sneezing, his phone vibrating, he picked up and answered.
"Yesterday you..." Qi Zeyan didn’t finish his sentence before he heard a couple of sneezes on the other end, "Oh boy, did you catch a cold?"
"Just a minor cold."
Yesterday Jiang Chengsi rode his motorcycle ho, ran into rain halfway, and ended up stuck in a massive traffic jam, the roads completely packed.
Even riding a motorcycle, he didn’t dare to squeeze through, the sudden rain was heavy, and the wind was strong, by the ti he got ho, he already felt a bit unwell.
Luckily Jiang Shiyi was at ho and made him so ginger tea.
Jiang Chengsi couldn’t stand the taste of ginger and refused to drink it, but ended up having his face pinched by his brother, who forced half a bowl down him, almost choking him to death.
He also left so cold dicine by the bedside.
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