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He is so outstanding that the number of women who like him is countless. Even now, despite having a family and making it public, many women still rush to get close to him, not to mention those in the entertainment industry, which are even harder to count.
Moreover, he never refuses. I have seen him openly accompanied by female companions more than once, and those he occasionally brings home are even more numerous.
For such a man, if he has no one in his heart, he must look down on women from the bottom of his bones, which leads to the disdain of many.
I placed my hand on my chin, where it seemed there was still warmth from his hand—warm, gentle, and nostalgic—yet aside from tonight, these feelings no longer concern me.
Early the next morning, since Xiao Minxing was at home, I got up around six o'clock, made breakfast, and prepared a bowl of soup for him to ease his hangover headache.
Just as I finished everything, I heard him coming down the stairs.
I hurried out of the kitchen and happened to see him walking down slowly and casually.
He was wearing a set of slate gray casual clothes, his hair slightly damp as if he had just taken a shower. He looked energetic and relaxed.
He noticed me too; his gaze darkened as if he thought of something. He quickly descended the stairs and swept towards me like the wind, asking, "What did you make me drink last night?"
I was startled by him and took a step back.
But as I stepped back, he advanced a step forward until I was completely pressed against the wall.
His arm rested above me, creating a small space around us while his handsome face loomed over me with an imposing gaze.
"I'm... I'm fine, Hangover Soup," I stammered.
Yes, it was Hangover Soup. When he came back yesterday, he seemed really drunk, unable to even make it up the stairs. I dragged him into the room, worried that he would feel uncomfortable when he woke up, so I hurriedly made a bowl of soup for him to drink. After that, I was exhausted and went back to my own room to rest. I couldn't understand where I had offended him.
Xiao Minxing didn't seem to have any intention of letting me go. He leaned closer and closer, almost pressing his face against mine, the scent of shampoo and the warmth of his breath enveloping me.
His deep-set eyes and curled eyelashes were almost brushing against my cheek as his nose grazed mine, his thin lips hovering near the corner of my mouth.
My heart raced wildly; I thought it had died long ago, but unexpectedly it revived at this moment, making me both surprised and nervous. My palms were sweaty.
"Really?" His tone was light, almost like a whisper, his warm breath brushing against my face, captivating me.
I couldn't find my voice. Just as I nodded slightly, I accidentally bumped into his face—specifically our lips.
Fear and surprise gripped my nerves simultaneously. I was stunned, just staring at him.
He looked back at me, our eyes only a tiny distance apart; his eyelashes nearly brushed my cheek. The most important thing was that before I could pull away, the back of my head was firmly held in place.
His soft, warm lips pressed against mine without any further movement, but my world had already turned chaotic.
"How is it? Is there still that disgusting fishy smell?" Xiao Minxing had lifted his head at some point, looking at me with a half-smile as he asked.
I was completely bewildered by his question.
He pointed to the Upstairs and then calmly turned around, acting as if nothing had happened while he started to eat breakfast.
I was extremely anxious, and being with him made me even more nervous, so I hesitated and went towards the Upstairs.
The door to his Bedroom was open. I only reached the Entrance when I was choked back, staring wide-eyed and covering my mouth as I glanced inside, my stomach churning violently.
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