Ning Zihan was staying in a suite. Not only was the suite door open, but even the master bedroom door was left ajar, and he was sleeping in the master bedroom.
As soon as An Baobei entered the suite and saw that the living room was devoid of Ning Zihan, noticing that the master bedroom door was open instead, she instinctively stepped into the master bedroom.
Seeing Ning Zihan wrapped in only a bath towel, sleeping on the bed with his hair still wet, she feared he would catch a cold sleeping like that, so An Baobei hurriedly went to wake Ning Zihan up.
"Ning Zihan, you can’t sleep like this. You need to dry your hair before you sleep."
"Don’t be noisy!" Ning Zihan, whose head was pounding from the drunkenness and who wanted to sleep, didn’t even open his eyes and harshly lashed out with these two words.
An Baobei, seeing the state he was in, realized he was drunk. Instead of continuing to wake him, she went to the bathroom herself, fetched the hair dryer, and began to dry Ning Zihan’s hair.
The noise from the hairdryer intensified Ning Zihan’s headache, causing him to bury his face into the pillow while covering his ears with the pillow to block the sound, allowing him to sleep peacefully.
As Ning Zihan didn’t reprimand her, An Baobei continued drying his hair, and since Ning Zihan’s hair was short, she quickly finished and put away the hair dryer before returning it to the bathroom.
When she ca out of the bathroom, she saw Ning Zihan revealing a pair of eyes from the pillow, seemingly contemplating sothing as he looked at her.
"You’re awake." An Baobei exclaid joyfully.
But Ning Zihan imdiately closed his eyes, without acknowledging whether he had awakened, murmuring with a trace of drunkenness, "I don’t know if my illness is cured..."
Thinking the question was directed at her, An Baobei instantly replied, "Not yet." She planned to admit she was cured a bit later; otherwise, recovering too quickly would arouse his suspicion.
"Not yet, huh..." Ning Zihan mumbled into the pillow, his voice now barely audible, "No wonder I don’t dislike you yet..."
An Baobei felt her heart tighten instantly.
Ning Zihan stopped talking, but turned over to sleep facing An Baobei sideways.
Not wanting to disturb Ning Zihan, An Baobei walked to the bedside, pulled the thin quilt over Ning Zihan, while silently saying to herself, "Ning Zihan, do you know that you’re just influenced by your mind...? I’m, I’m not sick at all..."
After tucking Ning Zihan in, An Baobei gazed at Ning Zihan’s cold yet handso face, sighed gently, and then turned to leave.
She had no clue why Ning Zihan seed to abhor won so intensely, yet she could see how Ning Zihan constantly hinted to himself that he ought to dislike won, that he shouldn’t be fond of them.
Only when she had gently closed the suite door from outside did An Baobei whisper, "If you hated like you do other won, I definitely wouldn’t have fallen for you. It’s all because of you that it’s co to this..."
...
The next day, An Baobei woke up early and cheerfully went to find Ning Zihan. Coincidentally, she bumped into the waiter delivering breakfast to Ning Zihan and took over the food cart, knocking on Ning Zihan’s door.
Though Ning Zihan was drunk last night, he still awoke quite early that morning. Upon waking, not only did his head ache from the drunkenness, but his stomach also felt a bit uneasy, prompting him to request breakfast from the hotel.
This hotel was booked by Su Changyi for accommodating the guests; it was very luxurious, with excellent service.
As soon as Ning Zihan requested breakfast, the hotel service quickly delivered it.
Hearing the knock on the door and knowing it was breakfast, the freshly washed Ning Zihan ca to answer it. Seeing that the bearer of breakfast wasn’t a waiter but rather An Baobei, he was montarily stunned, then moved aside to let An Baobei push the food cart inside.
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