Xiyan: !!!
Don’t tell ... the big boss isn’t leaving tonight?
Xiyan crossed her arms over her chest, looking horrified. "You’re not actually planning to sleep in my room tonight, right??"
"Can’t I?"
"Of course not! What if soone finds out?"
Ou Jue’s lips curved into a silent smirk as his fingertip gently caressed Xiyan’s rosy lips, his gaze burning. "As long as you don’t make too much noise, no one will find out."
What does he an by ’as long as I don’t make too much noise’...
Such an ambiguous statent... Anyone would take it the wrong way, okay?!
Every single ti, he manages to flirt with her until her ears turn red. "Hey, what exactly are you talking about!"
Ou Jue let out a low chuckle. "I ant snoring noises. What else did you think I ant?"
"Heh heh heh..." Xiyan plastered on a fake smile, while internally cursing him to hell and back.
Would it kill you not to ss with ? Would it?!!
And for the record, I do NOT snore in my sleep!
After a long day, her whole body felt sticky and uncomfortable.
Xiyan didn’t protest and quickly went to take a shower.
Listening to the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, Ou Jue closed his eyes, his breathing slightly uneven.
Before long, Xiyan finished her shower.
She ca out wearing her pajamas, her hair still damp as she walked into the room.
Freshly bathed, her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, and her eyes seed to glisten with a misty allure.
She looked exactly like a delicate dessert, waiting to be savored...
Ou Jue’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he parted his lips, his voice hoarse. "Co here."
"You’re not seriously staying here tonight, are you?"
The Demon King’s handso face darkened in an instant. "What, do you really want to leave?"
Heartless, ungrateful woman.
Xiyan pouted. "But there’s only one bed here..."
"It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. Xia Xiyan, what are you being so reserved about now?"
"..." Sharing a bed before and now aren’t even the sa thing.
Especially in this place—it’s a hotel, okay?
A hotel!! Just the location alone is steeped in suggestive undertones.
The Demon King’s eyes glead with a predatory light. "Are you coming over, or not?"
"Wah wah wah, no way!" Xiyan struck a dramatic pose of pure virtue.
The very next second, she noticed—
Ou Jue had pulled out the hotel’s hairdryer.
Xiyan: ?????
Ou Jue gave her a deep, aningful sidelong glance. "What do you an ’no’? Blowing your hair isn’t allowed now?"
Oh... so... THAT’S... what... he... ant...
Feeling mortified, Xiyan shuffled over and sat down beside Ou Jue.
The hairdryer buzzed softly.
Ou Jue’s long fingers gently combed through her damp hair, his movents uncharacteristically tender.
Eyes closed, Xiyan muttered, "I almost never dry my hair. I usually let it air dry naturally."
Ou Jue’s hands remained gentle, though his expression was utterly deadpan. "Oh, so that’s why you’re so scatterbrained?"
"..." You’re the scatterbrained one! So rude.
After a short while, when her hair was about half-dry, Ou Jue turned off the hairdryer.
Xiyan tilted her head back to look at Ou Jue behind her.
What the hell, why does this guy look so damn handso even from this angle?
A full-on, three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees of perfection.
"Is it done?"
With her head tilted up like that, her neck ford a smooth, beautiful curve.
As his gaze traveled down her neck, it eventually landed on...
Ou Jue’s eyes darkened slightly.
He wrapped his arms around Xiyan from behind.
His lips brushed against her neck, kissing it over and over...
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