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I thought I had long shattered my dreams about him, my heart dead. I believed that not seeing him would mean no longer caring about everything related to him, and that after such a long time, we would have sorted out our positions and would not interfere with each other.
Little did I know that hearing those words felt like ice pouring over my head, freezing me all over. Despite my efforts to maintain balance, my hands and mouth trembled violently.
I couldn't speak and searched for his gaze with my eyes.
His expression was steady, calm, and devoid of any emotion, looking at me with composure before finally asking, "Is there a room available?"
I snapped back to reality from the chaos, forcing my head to turn to the computer screen as I said, "Yes... there is. Sir, please show your identification."
He placed his Identification Card on the counter.
I reached out to take it, feeling the residual warmth from his hand on it, which burned through to my heart.
The ID displayed his serious face, just like now without a hint of a smile. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, firm and profound, as if he could see the turmoil in my heart through that small card.
I don't know how I managed to input the information; my mind was blank, and everything in front of me felt hazy and fiery.
When I returned the ID to him, I said, "Sir, the person staying with you also needs to be registered. Please show the other person's identification."
Xiao Minxing let out a long "Oh," then cheerfully said, "Let's wait until she arrives; women always take a bit longer when going out. I'll wait for her here."
After speaking, he casually took the Room Card and walked straight over to sit on the Sofa in the lobby, picking up the remote control to flip through TV programs.
I felt completely unwell; my bad mood had nowhere to hide and fell into his eyes without reservation.
Later on, every guest checking in had some issue here or there; none went smoothly. Occasionally glancing at him not far away, he remained calm as he scrolled through his Mobile Phone and watched TV leisurely.
Yes, the more anxious I became, the happier he was. He always enjoyed the process of tormenting me, watching me unable to hide anything in his gaze, which greatly satisfied his twisted psychology.
My nails dug into my palm, and I was overwhelmed with emotions, unable to endure the bad atmosphere he deliberately created.
I walked stiffly from the counter to stand in front of him and said, "Mr. Xiao, if your companion hasn't arrived yet, I advise you to go home. There, you won't be disturbed, it's spacious, and it's safe."
Xiao Minxing slowly shifted his gaze from his mobile phone to my face. The corners of his eyes lifted slightly, forming a narrow arc. His lips curled in a mocking smirk as he said, "Mind your words and actions. Where a client chooses to sleep is their freedom; you have no right to interfere."
I was furious and shouted at him, "Xiao Minxing, stop trying to twist my words! With so many hotels available, why do you insist on staying here? You're just here to watch me make a fool of myself, aren't you?"
His gaze flickered for a moment before darkening suddenly; even his eyelids drooped. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow under the light.
After a long pause, his cold voice finally came through: "Yes, you're quite self-aware. I'm indeed here to watch you make a fool of yourself."
Such a blunt admission left me momentarily speechless.
I was angry—very angry—but what could I do about it? A surge of frustration lodged in my chest, leaving me feeling stuck.
I shouldn't have come to confront him; it was self-humiliation. In our confrontations, I had never gained the upper hand. How could I still expect leniency from him in my workplace?
Returning to the counter, perhaps out of anger, I managed to calm down.
But the good mood didn't last long. Just over ten minutes later, the glass door of the lobby swung open, and the manager hurried over to say, "Xiao Qiu, you can clock out early."
"Ah? Why?" I stared at him wide-eyed, confused about what was happening.
Manager wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It was my mistake to let you work alone today. You can leave early; I'll hold down the fort here. The person coming to take over will arrive soon, so hurry up and go."
I was forcibly pushed out of the counter by him and stood there in a daze for a while before remembering the pest sitting in the corner.
Yes, he was now looking at me with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes, his face full of smugness as he slowly got up from the Sofa and walked over with his long legs, stopping just a step away from me.
He didn't say anything, just stared at me.
However, Manager's face was dark as coal; he opened his mouth but didn't say a word, lowering his head to pretend to be busy with work.
I was furious and wanted to curse at him, but with the boss present, I held back my anger and turned towards the Entrance.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm from behind. Xiao Minxing provocatively asked, "I complained about you. Don't you have anything to say to me, Miss Qiu?"
I did have something to say; I had a whole lot of things I wanted to tell him.
In a fit of rage, I was dragged into a hotel room by him. I couldn't hold it in any longer and started yelling, "Why did you complain about me? Just because you have money doesn't make you special! It's just a hotel room; why don't you go fly?"
Xiao Minxing remained silent, his eyes fixed on me, their depth like an unfathomable pool of water. Yet he didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it around my wrist with such force that it felt like he might crush my bones.
I struggled hard to break free, but not only did I fail to escape, but he also pulled me closer into his embrace. His voice came coldly from above me—sharp, filled with anger.
"Why are you working here?"
I struggled even more in his arms, but the harder I fought, the tighter he held me. Eventually, it became difficult for me to breathe as he warned, "Try moving again and see what happens; don't blame me for being rude."
The gaze was dangerous, like two small flames burning inside, ready to burn me to ashes at any moment.
His body temperature was also very high, clearly seeping through the fabric of his clothes, especially in a certain area that had obviously swollen and was pressing against my lower abdomen, and it was intensely hot.
After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Minxing finally lowered his voice and said, "Don't think about running away; I'll let you go."
I wasn't foolish; upon hearing this, I quickly responded with an "Mm."
He loosened his grip, took a long breath, and when he looked at me again, the emotion in his eyes was unclear, but that sense of superiority remained undiminished: "Pour me a glass of ice water."
I quickly turned around and grabbed an unopened bottle of ice water from the refrigerator in the corner of the guest room. I watched him gulp down more than half of it in one go before I sighed in relief and slowly retreated towards the entrance.
"Come here," Xiao Minxing said.
I stood still, my eyes on him.
He forcefully closed his eyes for a moment; anger filled his gaze, and his voice turned colder: "Don't make me say it a second time."
At that moment, I was indeed very afraid of him. The courage that had initially surged from anger had vanished after several rounds of confrontation. I clearly understood his strength and knew he had little patience. If I repeatedly challenged his limits, it would only be myself who suffered.
But I really didn't dare to get too close to him; avoiding danger is human instinct. So I stopped about a meter away from him.
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