An Ziqi felt extremely nauseous.
"Mr. Xiao, don't worry. I am not interested in someone like you."
Xiao Moli ran his eyes up and down her body.
"I am not interested in someone like you either."
Xiao Moli shot her a glance of disdain. "Idiotic woman."
An Ziqi felt like crying. Clearly, they were not operating from the same level of IQ.
She had already had her fill with this person's brazen behavior, weird temper, and toxic tongue.
She admitted defeat and was not about to attract further insults by trying to reason with him.
Thus, she took the easy way out by picking up the quilt and heading out of the room.
Fine, whatever. She would be accommodating and spending the night on the sofa in the living room.
She resolved to get home earlier the next day to clean up the guest room.
However, she had barely taken one step forward when her foot was caught in the quilt and she tripped.
An Ziqi lost her balance, and screaming, she fell forward toward Xiao Moli.
Subconsciously, Xiao Moli reached out to catch her, but the momentum of her forward push caused them both to fall on the floor.
Time seemed to have stopped. She could even feel Xiao Moli's heart beating fast.
She had heard that men with thin lips were the cruelest. However, the Xiao Moli of this moment was unexplainably gentle.
Finally, Xiao Moli recovered his senses. This wretched woman was getting bolder, ignoring his warning and even daring to knock him down!
Frantically, An Ziqi flayed her hands and feet, trying to stand up.
But before she could get up, her right foot tripped over her left foot, and once again, she fell to the floor.
An Ziqi was getting desperate.
Forget Xiao Moli—even she would suspect herself of having unwholesome desires on Xiao Moli.
With a cynical laugh, she crawled up and said, "Mr. Xiao, please get some rest. I…I will not inconvenience you further."
But before she could stand upright, the world whizzed in front of her, and she was once again thrown back to the floor.
"Miss An, I warned you. Since you appear to be so impatient, don't blame me for not observing propriety."
"I…"
An Ziqi was just about to speak up when the phone suddenly rang.
Instantly, Xiao Moli came to his senses. What was he doing?
Quickly pushing An Ziqi aside, he stood up and retrieved his phone. Seeing the name displayed on the screen, he accepted the call and walked outside.
"Hello, Xiner."
An Ziqi picked up the quilt hastily.
Like someone escaping captivity, she ran for the sofa in the living room and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt, not leaving anything exposed.
Her fingers nursed her slightly achy lips, which still emanated his warmth.
Her heart was beating rapidly.
"Oh God, what is happening to me? Why is my heart beating so rapidly?"
She shook her head violently, not daring to dwell any further on the matter.
Although she tried very hard to fall asleep, her brain was filled with the image of Xiao Moli answering the phone.