"Are you done talking?"
After Ye Cheng finished speaking, he was about to close the door, but Zii quickly reached out to stop it, "You’re completely indifferent? Ye Xiaozheng, I was the one who saved you in ninth grade, you can’t be ungrateful!"
Seeing the woman’s drunken, dazed expression, it was clear she was very drunk.
Only when Zii was drunk would she ntion how she had descended from the skies to rescue him from those boys.
After saving him that ti, Zii boldly patted her chest and made a grand statent: "From now on, I’ll have your back!"
Later, Ye Cheng realized that by "having his back," she ant making him her little follower.
Fetching her als, doing howork with her, taking her turn at cleaning duty... The naive and innocent Ye Xiaozheng was deceived just like that, willingly being at her beck and call for a year.
A year later, Zii patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Given your excellent performance this year, I’ve decided to make you my boyfriend!"
Ye Xiaozheng: "..."
Those past events are so distant, yet thinking about them still causes a dull ache in his heart.
Ye Cheng’s brow furrowed tighter, sweeping away those past mories, his expression indifferent as he said, "We broke up a long ti ago, please leave."
"Who says you can’t be in contact after a breakup?" Zii argued confidently.
Ye Cheng never won when it ca to reasoning with her when she was drunk.
Before he could speak, she suddenly pushed him aside and strode into the house.
Without realizing, she went to the water dispenser, filled a glass of water, and drank it down, sighing with satisfaction, "I was dying of thirst."
Turning back to see Ye Cheng still standing at the door, she shook the glass in her hand, "I ca in because I was thirsty, is that not allowed either?"
Ye Cheng’s face was tense as he silently walked over.
"Drink up and then leave." He said coldly.
"Fine." Zii nodded, "I guess I’ll have to drink seven or eight cups because I’m just that thirsty."
She wasn’t in a hurry, she could sip the water slowly.
After drinking seven or eight cups, it would likely be almost daybreak.
She knew she was being a bit unreasonable, but when faced with the immovable Ye Cheng, thick-skinned tactics were the only way to gain the upper hand.
With the water glass in hand, Zii wandered leisurely around his room.
With a woman at ho, Ye Cheng couldn’t go to sleep either, so he simply sat on the sofa, opened his laptop, and got to work. Ye Cheng had mild myopia, so he would wear a pair of thin black-frad glasses when using the computer at night.
It was Zii’s first ti seeing him in glasses.
On his porcelain-white face rested a pair of black-frad glasses, with the loose neckline of his pajamas slightly open, revealing his fair skin... This version of Ye Cheng had an added touch of sophistication, like a scholarly scoundrel, irresistibly charming.
Zii was so taken in that she forgot to drink her water.
After a while, she snapped out of it, catching a glimpse of the contents on his computer screen from the corner of her eye.
Xinghui Entertainnt was preparing to recruit new artists.
Zii’s eyes paused, and an unrealistic idea suddenly erged...
When the clock pointed to three in the morning, Ye Cheng took off his glasses and looked away from the computer.
"You should go now."
He spoke expressionlessly, then turned to see Zii still holding the water glass, but asleep on the sofa behind him.
Her fluffy curls spread out beneath her, her makeup a bit smudged, yet it didn’t detract from her stunning beauty in the slightest.
Zii was naturally a seductive beauty, and now, in her sleep, her long lashes fluttered slightly, her rosy lips parted gently, with shallow breaths...
Ye Cheng’s eyes darkened, his body involuntarily leaning forward a little.
There was an urge to kiss her.
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