It appeared Mo Nianchen did not hear Li Shengxia calling him. She tried to get up but fell into his arms once again. This action repeated itself countless times last night that she knew she would be better off just giving up now.
Finally, the man's eyelashes fluttered…
She said aloud, "Mo Nianchen? Are you awake?"
"So noisy!" He frowned indifferently before opening his eyes. Confusion flashed across his face as if surprised to see her. "Why are you here?"
She explained immediately, "Ouyang called me to come over, saying that you're drunk…"
The two of them were really close to each other right this moment. His voice sounded like soul-stirring music. "What about you?"
"What?"
"Did you want to come?" There was a dreamy softness in his voice that did not exist before.
This caught the woman by surprise. Why did he ask that? Was he trying to confuse her?
She could not allow herself to indulge in imagination again. It was exhausting and too painful to fall into that once more.
"I was already asleep by then," she replied ambiguously.
The man's lips twitched into a sneer. What was he expecting, really, to ask her such a dumb question? His fingers tightened around her wrists subconsciously and his voice now reeked of intimidation. "Really? Sorry to have disturbed you."
"Just remember to reimburse my taxi fee."
He almost snapped her wrists upon hearing the reply.
She flinched at the pain. "Can you let me go?"
A sarcastic smile flashed across his face. "You're the one who laid on me the whole night."
Her cheeks blushed red with embarrassment as she said awkwardly, "You held on to me so I couldn't leave."
"Ha." He snorted before releasing his grip.
Her hands were numb after being in the same position throughout the entire night. They failed her right at the moment she tried to get up and thus she fell back on top of the man once more.
She was seized with total embarrassment.
His flirtatious voice filled the air. "And you said you didn't do this on purpose?"
Somehow, she thought she detected a hint of delight in his voice.
"My hands went numb." Her face turned as pale as a sheet.
The man stopped listening and suddenly lifted her swiftly into his arms.
"What are you doing?" she shouted in shock.
"Shower!" he replied straightforwardly.
Immediately, she realized something was wrong. "Why bring me along to shower? Let me down now."
He shamelessly ignored the order. His disgusted tone rang in the air as he continued walking toward the bathroom. "I don't like dirty women near me."
"You're the one that reeks of alcohol," she grumbled in annoyance.
He placed the woman in the bathtub without explanation and turned on the water heater. Warm water began flowing out of the tap and soon he entered the bathtub too.
"You…" She crossed her arms immediately.
"Together," he announced shamelessly without giving her a choice.
"No, thank you." Frightened, she rose to her feet with the intention to flee.
He pulled her closer as soon as she tried to step out of the bath.
Her face fell into his chest.
Which instantly made her boiling hot with embarrassment.
He could hear his own emotionless voice echoing from her ear…
"I don't remember giving you the right to refuse."
Her entire body froze.
"Do you want to do it yourself or should I help you?" he continued saying.
Frightened out of her wits, she forced the words through her gritted teeth, "I'll do it myself."
"Don't move," he instructed.
Her body tensed up as he washed her from head to toe. Then, he pressed down on her palm out of the blue. "Your hand's injured?"
"No…" She tried to pull back immediately.
The man's grip became firmer as he turned her body around. He placed her hand in front of his eyes for a closer inspection. "Cut by glass?"
"Yup."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"It's not a big deal."
"Don't forget that you're mine now! You don't have the right to damage my possessions!"
"…"
He dried her off then draped the bathrobe over her shoulder. "Wait for me here!"