Chapter 630: Chapter 629 What Did You Say_1 Chapter 630: Chapter 629 What Did You Say_1 Qiao Xiaren is not the type who enjoys the clamor. The food today was good, she would listen to them talk and occasionally respond, exhibiting a natural elegance.
After dinner, Qiao Lang’s previous suggestion to go to the KTV and have a dance got a strong response from the girls, led by Huang Ningyue. After all, they were all in their twenties and loved to have fun.
“I’m not going to participate, I’ll be busy with something.” Perhaps the after-effects of the alcohol were too great, Xiaren felt a bit dizzy and subconsciously grabbed Si Limo’s hand.
“Xiaren, are you tired? Just rest well then.” Huang Ningyue watched Xiaren’s complexion worsen and asked with concern.
Xiaren nodded and went into her room.
“Chu the Film Emperor, would you come with us for some relaxation?” Being part of the same crew, Chu Yifei didn’t refuse. He replied with a slight smile, “Sure.”
“You guys go ahead, I’ll go check on her.” Si Limo got up and headed straight for the room.
Qiao Lang felt a pang of disappointment; Yifei was a good-hearted kid, but he was just too passive. It was clear from Xiaren’s reaction today that Chu Yifei was out of the competition.
In the room, Qiao Xiaren had nearly sprawled across the bed. She hadn’t expected the alcohol which tasted quite sweet would pack such a punch. Feeling a little lightheaded, she simply closed her eyes and rested.
She heard someone entering the room and opened her eyes. At this moment, her profound, dark eyes were shimmering with a faint lustre, capturing almost all the light in the room.
Si Limo walked in and saw Qiao Xiaren, drunk as a child, seemingly naive and innocent, which was far from her usual languid indifference.
He heard the door close outside the room. Rested at ease, he propped himself on the edge of the bed, slowly moving closer to her and brushed away the hair on her forehead with his other hand.
“Thirsty? Would you like some water?”
His voice seemed to be whispering in her ear, laced with a slight seductive teasing. Qiao Xiaren nodded, “Pour me a glass of water, I’m very thirsty.”
“Alright, I’ll get it.”
Feeling him leave, Xiaren sat up slowly.
Si Limo returned, sat beside her again, and held the glass of water to her lips. Her throat was dry from the alcohol, and the water left a sweet sensation as it quenched her thirst.
She lay back on the bed, “My love, is pretending to be drunk fun?”
His deep voice echoed in her ear.
Qiao Xiaren slowly opened her eyes, the last bit of haziness replaced by a moment of clarity. Her lips curled slightly, “So you caught on?”
Of course, she couldn’t possibly be drunk. Not many could get her that intoxicated.
“You acted very convincingly, but you can’t fool my eyes,” Si Limo’s finger rested on her lower lip, their eyes locked onto each other, seemingly seeing a wave of affection.
“You had so much fun this afternoon, of course, I have to play along. Tell me, you want me, don’t you? Then … come on.”
Her slightly parting lips were indeed inviting, Si Limo felt as if a string suddenly snapped in his mind.
Then, Si Limo didn’t hear anything else around him. He seemed to whisper something in her ear.