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Xiao Minxing sat in a chair, his legs slightly bent, his hands resting on the back of the chair, his sharp gaze fixed on me as I approached, like he was watching his prey.
"Answer my question," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth.
I hesitated for a moment before replying, "I have no money, and I'm bored."
He remained silent for a few seconds, then a particularly sarcastic smile appeared on his face as he asked, "Is that an excuse? Are you not just trying to use this convenience to sleep with another rich and handsome guy?"
I was taken aback. When I realized the implication of his words, it felt like a sharp weapon had pierced my heart, causing a suffocating pain, yet I had no words to respond.
I turned my face away from him, no longer looking at him, waiting helplessly for his next move.
Time passed second by second; he sat there long enough while I stood nearly fainting. Perhaps it was also due to lack of oxygen. Under his cold gaze, I felt transparent, even my breathing became labored.
"Come here and take off your clothes," he finally spoke, uttering a line that left my jaw nearly dropping in shock.
I turned to look at him suddenly, my instinct telling me to refuse. However, his eyes left no room for thought; like a king high above, commanding his servant without question or resistance.
My feet moved involuntarily towards him, standing silently in front of him.
He also stood up from the chair. At over six feet tall, he immediately made me feel shorter. His powerful aura enveloped me, leaving me unable to find my own footing.
I raised my arms slowly and placed them at his collar, unbuttoning each button that adorned the intricate design.
He stood still; I could hear the deep sound of his breathing and catch the faint scent of men's cologne mixed with an undeniable masculine presence.
My heart raced inexplicably.
Without a doubt, Xiao Minxing is quite charming. Just being close to him and smelling his scent can awaken the hidden desires within a woman's heart. That's why I initially succumbed so easily and ended up on the hotel bed with him.
However, besides his charm, he possesses an even greater destructive power. My current situation is the best testament to that. He is a man who can give life but also take it away; he is someone to be admired from afar, not someone to be infatuated with.
Thinking of this, I quickened my movements, pulling off his coat in a few swift motions, awkwardly clutching it in my hands.
Xiao Minxing lowered his head, his warm breath cascading down from above, hitting my forehead and gradually spreading downward.
"You've become rusty. I remember the first time you took off my clothes; you were so calm and composed," he continued, his words seemingly helping me recall the past, but each sentence felt like a needle piercing through me, making me uncomfortable all over.
The most terrifying part was that his hand had already settled on my body. His long fingers brushed against my chest through the fabric, exploring and lingering there.
His palm was hot to the touch, burning and causing my heart to race.
I hurriedly pulled back my hand and stepped back, creating distance between us while crossing my arms protectively over my chest.
Xiao Minxing's gaze darkened, then turned wild and mocking. After surveying me with a sidelong glance, he asked, "Don't you think it's ridiculous to act like a fierce woman now? If you had any sense of shame back then, you wouldn't be suffering like this today."
My mind felt foggy; I couldn't keep up with his words and didn't want to decipher their meaning. Still holding onto his clothes, I found myself moving toward the entrance.
It's better to keep my distance from him; the situation was too bizarre—a scene I had never encountered before. I didn't know what would happen next, but the anxiety and fear inside me were overwhelming.
It was as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Before my hand could reach the doorknob, his voice came like a whisper from hell: "Qiu Yuhan, if you dare to go out today, do you believe I'll strip you bare in the hotel lobby?"
I looked at him in disbelief, staring into his cold and sinister eyes.
Words like "rogue" or "pervert" were insufficient to describe the man before me; he was a devil—yes, he was a devil from hell.
She softly placed her hands down, feeling as if her body had suddenly been drained of all strength, unable to muster even a hint of energy. Terrified, she looked at the person in front of her, wishing only to find a corner to shrink into.
He was quite satisfied and sat back down in his chair, leisurely and aimlessly asking, "When did this happen?"
I was confused, not understanding the main point of his question.
He repeated, "When did you start working here?"
My mind struggled to keep up with his pace. After a moment of daze, I replied, "About half a month ago."
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked again.
I looked up at him once more. All the emotions from earlier seemed to have subsided. Although his face was still cold, there was no indication of any ulterior motive; it felt as if he was just bored and casually inquiring about my trivial matters.
This made me even more uneasy. I hesitated between telling the truth or continuing to fabricate lies.
"You've been too busy, and I rarely see you," I ultimately chose to lie.
If I said it was because I was afraid of him, it would only make him more pleased with himself.
Xiao Minxing paused for half a second before speaking again, lowering his voice slightly and asking strangely, "Are you saying it's my fault for being home so little?"
"No, no, I’m not blaming you, nor do I dare to," I swallowed hard, wishing I could just swallow my tongue.
He seemed unfazed and continued with interest, "Don't you have my number? Can't you call? Or have you forgotten where my company is and can't find your way?"
I looked up at him in shock again, feeling as if my neck might snap from turning back and forth repeatedly.
Can I really make that call? Can I go to his company to find him? It's not like I'm looking for death. From the beginning until now, almost all of my calls, no matter the issue, end with a round of scolding. Moreover, after that last incident, our relationship has become so tense that it's best if we don't see each other at all. Only a fool would be stupid enough to reach out to him again.
However, Xiao Minxing is acting strangely today. Didn't he say he had someone coming over to sleep with him? Why hasn't anyone shown up yet? Instead, he's here questioning me?
He wasn't like this before; there was nothing for him to ask me about. A good scolding would have been enough to calm his anger.
Lost in these chaotic thoughts, I suddenly noticed a pair of shoes appear in my line of sight. Looking up, I saw his long legs, solid abs, and broad chest.
His expression was ambiguous, his gaze heavy. When he looked at me, there was clearly a hint of loneliness and heartache in his eyes, but it flashed by too quickly to catch.
"It won't be like that anymore."
He spoke softly and gently, yet with a complexity that seemed to come from another world, as if those words weren't truly his.
I felt that this was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, but I couldn't grasp what he was trying to express with his fragmented sentences.
What does "it won't be like that" mean?
Is he trying to reassure me? Whatever he is assuring me about leaves me utterly shocked because such things have never appeared in Xiao Minxing's words or actions towards me.
I looked at him, and he looked deeply back at me. Our gazes locked together, reminiscent of that night long ago.
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