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It turns out that losing one's senses after drinking and ending up in the wrong bed can indeed happen.
That night, the two of them drank a lot. By the time they were leaving, Jian Youming still managed to maintain a bit of clarity to hail a cab, while Wang Xue was already completely drunk.
Jian Youming lived on the seventeenth floor, and he practically carried Wang Xue into the bedroom, taking off her shoes and gently placing her on the bed.
Wang Xue, who had been quietly asleep from the bar to home, seemed to have sobered up a little. She suddenly sat up, looking at Jian Youming, who was crouched by the bed arranging her shoes, and softly called out his name. Then she opened her arms and lunged towards him.
Fearing that she might fall, Jian Youming quickly caught her. Her soft, petite body, carrying the intoxicating scent of alcohol, fell into his embrace. He secretly rejoiced at his self-control; facing the girl he had secretly loved for years, now drunkenly smiling in his arms, he managed to restrain himself.
However… he glanced down at his pants and realized that he was already struggling to maintain control.
Wang Xue's legs slid off the bed, and she tightly wrapped her arms around Jian Youming's neck, pressing her lips against his neck, making him tremble all over.
"Do you… really not mind me?"
"Yes, I don't mind you. Now let go." Jian Youming gritted his teeth as he spoke. He had also been drinking; if she didn't release him soon, he feared he would lose his reason.
"You said you don't mind me! Why should I let go?! I won't! Absolutely not!" Wang Xue began to shout randomly. Her voice was soft and weak, lacking any authority as her head rubbed against him.
Jian Youming clenched his teeth and suddenly lifted her up, tossing her onto the bed! Her hands were still tightly around his neck, and he instinctively lunged onto the large bed above Wang Xue.
"Are you really not letting go? Not regretting it?" Jian Youming's eyes were filled with intense emotion as he slowly leaned down, gently kissing Wang Xue's earlobe and murmuring softly.
The next day, a transfer notice lay before Wang Xue, who was feeling sore and exhausted all over.
Everyone in the company was taken aback. As the newest member of the team, Wang Xue's rapid promotion was nothing short of astonishing, almost setting a Guinness World Record. Overnight, she transformed from a lowly intern into a senior assistant to the board.
The two senior colleagues who had recruited her whispered to each other, acknowledging her connections. It was clear she had influential backing, and not just any backing, but one that was both formidable and reliable.
What they didn't know was that Jian Youming was currently sprawled across his desk, watching Wang Xue move her things in with a disgruntled expression. He muttered, "You’re my lover now; how can you show yourself off in front of other men?!"
As Wang Xue packed her belongings, she felt troubled. Rubbing her sore back, she worried, "With such obvious favoritism, won’t your subordinates be dissatisfied…?"
Jian Youming scoffed lightly. "Where’s the favoritism? I accepted your bribe. If they have the ability, let them try bribing me too." After a moment of thought, he added, "But with their looks, even if they tried to bribe me, I wouldn’t accept."
Wang Xue looked puzzled. "When did I bribe you?"
Jian Youming stroked his chin with a mischievous grin. "Naturally… with your body… as a bribe..."
Wang Xue grabbed a dictionary and threw it at his head. Remembering what had happened the previous night made her cheeks flush red. How could she have been so impulsive?!
A night had passed, yet she hadn’t forgotten the details like the heroines in novels often did. On the contrary, every detail was etched clearly in her mind.
What stood out most was his declaration: "I like you so much." Blushing, Wang Xue turned her back to Jian Youming in feigned anger while casually organizing her things.
Noticing Jian Youming behind her becoming flustered as he tried to comfort himself, she struggled to keep her lips pressed together but couldn’t help a smile from slipping through, revealing her good mood.
She thought that for the rest of her life, she would deeply engrave his words of "like" in her heart.
In truth, she had always owed him one sentence—
"I feel the same."
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