"Dr. Wen, you’ve already had enough to drink, don’t drink anymore, drinking any more would be bad for your health."
No matter how Zhang Hao tried to persuade her, Wen Xia didn’t care and continued to drink glass after glass.
It wasn’t until Zhang Hao snatched the glass out of her hand that he finally stopped her from continuing to drink.
By that ti, she was already so drunk that she was barely recognizable.
Zhang Hao hastily paid the bill and supported her as they walked out. They hadn’t gone far when Wen Xia suddenly hugged Zhang Hao.
The situation didn’t seem right, and Zhang Hao looked around—there were plenty of people at the night market.
It’s possible that so of those eyes were watching him.
"Dr. Wen, Dr. Wen, wake up."
No matter how Zhang Hao called out to her, Wen Xia had no response whatsoever.
Zhang Hao couldn’t help but feel worried. What on earth was wrong with her?
Even if she had to drop out of the exchange competition and go back, she shouldn’t be this upset.
And although she clearly knew that she couldn’t hold her liquor, she insisted on drinking baijiu.
It was with difficulty that he got her into the car and then to the hotel. Seeing her in such a state, Zhang Hao was really concerned.
Just as he was about to call the hotel’s front desk, Wen Xia suddenly sat up.
In front of Zhang Hao, she heaved and vomited.
The pungent sll imdiately dispersed, and Zhang Hao had no choice but to endure the discomfort and clean up the ss on the floor.
After a while, as he tried to clean up, the ss got even worse, so he had no option but to call the hotel’s cleaning service to deal with it while he took care of changing Wen Xia’s clothes.
Wen Xia was wearing a fitted ladies’ pencil skirt with a ladies’ blazer on top, looking very professional.
Add to that her wavy hair which had a uniquely feminine charm, it made it hard for Zhang Hao to look away.
It was a sha that her outfit was soiled with quite a bit of the vomit from earlier.
In the end, the clothes still had to be removed and sent to the laundry to be cleaned.
After everything was taken care of, Wen Xia was left in her undergarnts and a slip to prevent any exposure.
The fabric of the slip was silky smooth, like a second skin, and since it was a slip, it wasn’t ant to be too conspicuous.
One wonders if the manufacturer had considered other aspects when designing it.
On Wen Xia, it looked extrely seductive.
It was a stark contrast to the distant, ice-queen deanor she normally carried.
Suppressing his most primal impulses, Zhang Hao carried her back to the bed.
As soon as she lay down, Wen Xia began to twist her body, and with that movent, the hem of her skirt rolled up.
What rolled up into view was her flesh-colored underwear.
The back edge of the underwear followed the contour of her buttocks snugly.
Probably only a few people in the world had seen Wen Xia in such a state.
"Miss Wen, how are you feeling?" Zhang Hao called out from beside her again.
Wen Xia rely groaned twice, which was her way of responding to him.
The more she was like this, the less at ease Zhang Hao felt about leaving her alone.
He decided to stay and watch over her until she sobered up.
As a result, he waited until about three or four in the morning.
Suddenly, Wen Xia sat up and staggered towards the bathroom.
Zhang Hao, dozing on the sofa, imdiately followed upon hearing her movents.
Seeing she was going to use the toilet, he quickly looked away.
It wasn’t until he heard the sound of flushing that he turned back around.
When Wen Xia erged from the bathroom and returned to the bed to sit down, he thought she would just lie down and sleep.
But she simply sat by the bed, motionless, and after a few seconds of stillness, she actually began to strip off her slip.
Stripping off wasn’t the issue, her hands then moved to undo the buttons of her bra.
This was sothing Zhang Hao could hardly bear, so he quickly grabbed a magazine and used it to block his view.
He could only hope that these actions were the result of Wen Xia being drunk, not her actual desires.
But as the saying goes, "In vino veritas." Could it be that aside from speaking truths, there were no other genuine actions under the influence of alcohol?
Seeing Wen Xia strip herself bare and cover up with a quilt to sleep, Zhang Hao guessed that she probably preferred to sleep in the nude normally.
Just the thought of a great beauty lying under that quilt made Zhang Hao feel incredibly tornted.
He thought about how he had to work at eight o’clock in the morning, and there were only two hours left until dawn.
These two hours shouldn’t be too difficult to endure.
Just as he closed his eyes to try to catch a nap, he heard Wen Xia softly say sothing from the bed.
At first, he couldn’t make it out clearly and couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, but later he gradually made out a few words. It sounded like she was calling his na, which surprised Zhang Hao.
Their contact was not extensive, having only t a few tis at the exchange competition.
At the competition, their relationship was contentious, almost like a rivalry. Could it be that their opposition left him with a deep impression?
Zhang Hao felt that this possibility was not very likely. He got up quietly and moved to the bedside to watch Wen Xia, listening as she murmured his na.
Afterward, he rembered a phrase: "Don’t co over, I won’t agree, I don’t want to be your girlfriend."
When Zhang Hao heard this, he perked up imdiately, rembering what Qin Miaoke had told him.
The information about Wen Xia online didn’t indicate whether she had a significant other.
Now that she spoke like this, it was clear she didn’t have a boyfriend.
Zhang Hao crouched by the bed with interest, wanting to listen more.
But after waiting for quite a while, Wen Xia remained silent.
This left Zhang Hao feeling as if he were being toyed with.
Barely making it until daylight, Wen Xia woke up too.
The mont she woke and realized she was stark naked, and saw her underwear scattered on the floor,
she was so shocked that she couldn’t speak and let out a scream that pierced the quiet of the morning.
Zhang Hao also startled awake from the sofa: "What happened? What’s wrong?"
Looking up instinctively toward the bed, Wen Xia was holding the quilt to cover her important parts.
But the panic on her face was enough to prove she was not joking.
"You... why are you here?"
"Why can’t I be here? If I weren’t, what would you do if you were in danger?"
"You drank so much last night; I couldn’t leave you alone in the hotel."
"Don’t worry, I only helped you off with your coat. As for the clothes underneath, you took them off yourself in the middle of the night—it has nothing to do with ."
Hearing Zhang Hao say this, Wen Xia didn’t believe a word: "Get out."
Zhang Hao thought she wanted to dress, so he promptly stood up and walked out.
Just as he reached the door, he turned back, and Wen Xia hastily covered herself with the quilt again: "Why did you co back?"
"I’m getting my phone and car keys. Anyway, now that you’re awake, I can go back, wishing you a smooth journey—until we et again."
Leaving those words behind, Zhang Hao walked out, and only when Wen Xia heard the door close did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Lifting the quilt, she picked up the clothes from the floor and put them on, trying hard to recall everything that had happened last night.
She indeed had drunk too much and couldn’t rember what happened while she was drunk.
Worried that Zhang Hao might have taken advantage of her, she hastily went to the bathroom to check and, after confirming there was no issue,
Wen Xia finally felt at ease and sent Zhang Hao a ssage of thanks with her phone.
However, Zhang Hao, upon receiving the ssage, was unimpressed.
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