Chen Jiayan couldn’t help but find Xie Baola’s earnest demeanor amusing.
He also didn’t understand why Xie Baola saw him through such a filter.
He said indifferently, "We’ve soaked in the hot springs, let’s go back, we have to return to Hai City tomorrow."
"Are we leaving just like that?" Da Pao wasn’t done having fun, "We just opened the wine, let’s have a drink before we leave."
"Drunk driving isn’t safe."
"We can hire a designated driver."
Da Pao didn’t think it was a problem.
Xie Baola’s eyes shifted, "You guys drink, I need to go back early."
"What do you mean, what the hell? I still have to write the script, I do have important things to handle."
Though he said that, Da Pao didn’t stop them.
He knew Xie Baola’s goal wasn’t the script but Chen Jiayan.
What kind of excuse was this script?
Even the script refused to take the blame.
Xie Baola and Chen Jiayan left first.
All the way, she didn’t speak a word.
She was fiddling with her phone the entire time.
Seeing her so quiet, Chen Jiayan found it unusual.
When they were together, she was usually the one who talked more.
Chen Jiayan didn’t speak either.
Luckily, the trip wasn’t long.
Back in the hotel room, Xie Baola had already chosen what she wanted to buy.
She directly placed the order, entering Chen Jiayan’s room number and phone number for the contact address.
Xie Baola smiled contentedly.
She took out lipstick from her bag and slowly traced her beautiful lips.
Looking at her attractive face in the mirror, Xie Baola smiled softly with curved lips.
So beautiful, yet can’t win over Chen Jiayan?
Chen Jiayan was trying out a new game, noting something on the computer, when the doorbell suddenly rang.
He instinctively thought it was Xie Baola.
But when he opened the door, he saw a delivery guy standing outside.
Chen Jiayan frowned slightly, "I didn’t order delivery."
The delivery guy checked the room number, doubtful, "Room 1013, aren’t you Mr. Chen Jiayan?"
"It’s definitely your delivery."
The delivery guy handed him a bunch of items, "Sir, how can you forget something you ordered yourself?"
Now Chen Jiayan could guess whose masterpiece this was.
The delivery guy had just turned to leave.
Xie Baola’s room door opened.
Xie Baola closed the door and meandered towards Chen Jiayan, "I got hungry after the hot spring bath, so I ordered some delivery."
Chen Jiayan, confused, "...why did you have the delivery sent here?"
"It’s lonely eating alone, I wanted your company."
Xie Baola showed a longing look.
It was unclear whether she was longing for the delivery or for Chen Jiayan himself.
With both hands loaded, Chen Jiayan couldn’t close the door.
Xie Baola took the chance to squeeze into his room, calling out to him, "Quick, put the stuff on the counter, I still need to go back to write the script afterwards."
She better still be able to write the script.
Chen Jiayan put the items on the table. Xie Baola opened the bags; besides barbecue, there was a dozen beers.
She raised her eyebrows with a smile, "Barbecue pairs well with beer. Do you drink beer? If not, I can have them deliver some wine."
Chen Jiayan’s voice was calm, "I don’t drink beer or wine."
Xie Baola didn’t press him, "Then just watch me drink."
Knowing there was no way to send her away, and without trying to, he just said, "Hurry up and eat, then go back."
Xie Baola pouted, "You really aren’t eating?"
Her eyes drooped down, showing some unhappiness.
She had ordered portions for two.
What was the point if she had to eat alone?
Xie Baola launched the TV show she was following on her phone, then suddenly said, "Chen Jiayan, did you bring your tablet?"
Chen Jiayan quit the game and handed her the tablet.
Xie Baola cast a seductive smile at him and searched for the TV show on the tablet.
The living room filled with only the sounds of the TV show and the occasional ’pop’ as Xie Baola opened beer cans.
Chen Jiayan glanced at her, seeing she had already finished four cans.
His expression remained blank as he typed on his computer keyboard, saying nothing.
A dozen beers, ten beer cans.
Xie Baola had planned to drink five each with Chen Jiayan.
Since he wasn’t drinking, she ended up drinking them all.
She didn’t finish the barbecue. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt
Chen Jiayan was handling some documents when suddenly he couldn’t hear Xie Baola’s voice anymore.
He looked up only to find Xie Baola had fallen asleep on the counter.
Chen Jiayan pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly feeling a headache.
Chen Jiayan gently tapped Xie Baola’s shoulder.
Xie Baola swatted away his hand, her face buried in her arm, her red lips still muttering something Chen Jiayan couldn’t catch.
"Go sleep in your own room."
Xie Baola was too drunk to comprehend his words.
She had gotten herself drunk.
She didn’t often drink beer, and after a dozen, she was intoxicated.
Chen Jiayan let out a heavy sigh.
His voice carried a hint of helplessness, "I’ll take you back, do you have your room card?"
Hearing these two words, Xie Baola vaguely pulled out a card from her pocket, her arm swayed a few times then drooped back down.
Chen Jiayan caught the card.
After pocketing the card, he helped Xie Baola up.
Xie Baola’s body was soft and limply fell into Chen Jiayan’s arms.
With a mischievous giggle, Xie Baola looked at Chen Jiayan through blurred eyes.
"You are really handsome."
The intoxicated woman exclaimed.
Xie Baola’s arms draped over his shoulders, she tiptoed, her body leaning towards him.
Chen Jiayan held her shoulders steady.
She was so drunk, her breath smelled of alcohol.
Actually, Chen Jiayan quite disliked the smell of beer, but on Xie Baola, it was strangely enticing.
That malt flavor permeated his nostrils.
It even tasted a bit sweet.
Chen Jiayan was surprised at the thoughts he was having.
He suppressed his emotions, leading Xie Baola to the door.
Xie Baola suddenly broke free from Chen Jiayan, stumbling toward the sofa.
Chen Jiayan doubted she was really drunk.
Xie Baola flopped onto the sofa, found a comfortable position, and hugged a pillow. Her red lips moved slightly.
Chen Jiayan exhaled, closed the door.
He walked back to the sofa and looked at her.
"Are you sure you want to sleep here?"
What could one say to a drunk?
Xie Baola’s eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting a shadow like a small fan over her eyelids.
Chen Jiayan felt helpless.
Seeing her long leg curled up on the sofa, Chen Jiayan carried her into the room.
During the process, Xie Baola didn’t struggle.
He laid her down on the bed and was about to leave when his clothes were suddenly pulled.
The room light was bright.
Reflections gleamed in her eyes.
Chen Jiayan met her captivating fox-like eyes.
Xie Baola spoke softly.
The words were laden with ambiguity.
They offered a lot of room for imagination.
Chen Jiayan felt a stir in his heart.