She suddenly rembered the scene of the knife plunging into his palm, blood gushing out. She wondered how badly his hand was injured. Apprehensively, she let him place the soup in front of her.
The sweet soup was steaming and a little scalding, but she desperately needed the warmth. She clutched the bowl tightly, ignoring the heat, and quickly took two small sips. In no ti, she had finished the entire bowl.
As the warmth spread through her, a flush appeared on her pale face. Wan Donglin put down his chopsticks. Suddenly, he felt full—sotis, just looking at certain people was enough to make one feel satisfied.
He said excitedly, "Xixi, do you rember last New Year’s Eve? We only had sweet glutinous rice balls to eat. This year is much better, such a lavish spread..."
She turned and walked away, leaving him mid-sentence. He looked abashed but didn’t chase after her.
After entering her bedroom and closing the door, she leaned against it and heaved a sigh of relief. Turning her phone back on, she received a ssage: "Miss, Happy New Year! XX Bank reminds you: Your IQ has an overdue balance of 100 and needs to be topped up."
Despite her foul mood, she couldn’t help but smirk.
That detestable stranger. Ever since she refused to let him retrieve his scarf, he had stopped ssaging her. She hadn’t expected him to resurface on New Year’s Eve.
"Miss, did you miss ?"
She wasn’t in the mood to humor him, nor did she reply. Her fingers instinctively dialed Huang Xiaojue’s number, but she imdiately stopped. She couldn’t leave this place; what good would calling Xiaojue do?
She stood there, feeling cold and desolate, for quite a while before receiving several text ssages—all from Xu Xiaoya.
"Xixi, Happy New Year! Are you settling in okay spending the New Year at Huang Xiaojue’s place?"
"Xixi, I also went back to my hotown for the New Year because my mom called many tis, saying she and my dad missed . When I first got back, they were surprisingly warm and courteous. I was even a little happy, thinking they finally valued . But it turned out it was only because my brother’s wife wanted a job at our shop. I refused, and everyone got upset. Tonight, my mom ca to and said I couldn’t refuse, otherwise, when I visit my parents’ ho in the future, my brother and sister-in-law wouldn’t welco ... Hah, Xixi, I paid for all the renovations on the family ho, and now when I go back for the New Year, I have to walk on eggshells around my sister-in-law... I really regret it; I shouldn’t have co back at all..."
She didn’t know how to reply.
Xu Xiaoya at least had a ho to return to; even if she complained, she had soone to complain to. But as for herself, she didn’t even have a ho—on a New Year’s Eve like this, trapped in the Devil Cave, she couldn’t find a single person to confide in.
She sat blankly for a while. Then the door opened, and Wan Donglin ca in. He saw her sitting on the chair, her face completely blank. The wound on her head was still wrapped in gauze, making her look a bit like an Arab. However, the faint blush on her face hadn’t faded, and her smooth, jade-like cheeks looked even more beautiful and captivating.
He was entranced. After a long mont, he walked over. Before his hand could even touch her, she had already jumped up.
"Xixi..."
She glared fiercely at him.
Her anger made the faint blush on her cheeks stand out even more. His heartbeat quickened. His hands seed to have a will of their own, acting purely on instinct as he swiftly pulled her into an embrace. The warmth radiating from her body, that delicate fragrance, the irresistible longing and tenderness he had yearned for, missed for so long...
She struggled desperately, but he buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, his breath surprisingly hot. "Xixi, what if I marry you? Would that be enough?"
She stiffened.
"Xixi, I’ll marry you, alright? Would that be enough?"
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