He seemed to be affected by something, actually took a step back and let go of her, hoarsely saying, "Not feeling well. Why are you still drawing me in?"
She couldn't answer, staring at him blankly, looking embarrassed. He laughed softly, turned around and brushed his teeth, after a while, not sure if he had thought of something, still with toothpaste foam in his mouth, pulling at the corner of his mouth, smiling gently, and reminded her, "If you call room service right now, you might get dry clothes before nine o'clock."
She hesitated for a moment, then jumped off the sink and ran outside with her towel wrapped tightly around her chest.
When he finished washing up and came out, she had made the call, and the short towel around her had been replaced by a large thin blanket, wrapped tightly. She knelt on the edge of the bed like a cat, looking up at him when he came out, hesitated for a moment, then asked him, "Room service said they would be here soon, can you help me tell her to send the dried clothes as soon as possible?"
As soon as she finished speaking, they heard the doorbell outside, and a moment later, Ah Jiang came to knock on the bedroom door, "Mr. Fu, room service is here."
Fu Shenxing turned to look at Heyan, and she was looking at him, with a pitiful look on her face. He softened somehow, turned and went to open the door. Outside the door, aside from Ah Jiang, there was indeed a service staff, who said very respectfully, "Sir, I'm here to pick up the clothes."
He nodded slightly, indicating for the staff member to go into the bathroom to pick up the clothes, and then said, "I need them urgently, please send them back as soon as possible."
The staff member agreed, took the clothes from the laundry basket, and left, but Ah Jiang still stood at the door, not looking away, as if he didn’t know that Heyan was inside; he only reminded Fu Shenxing, "Yan An has arrived at the hotel, asking when he can come up, he said there's something that needs to be finalized with you."
Ajia nodded and went to make arrangements.
Fu Shenxing then turned around to look at He Yan, only to see that she had somehow moved to the inside of the bed at some point, sitting on the floor with her back to the door, tightly covered with a thin quilt, not revealing a single strand of hair. Instead, she played the trick of covering her ears and stealing the bell.
He couldn't help but find it somewhat ridiculous, walking over to her and gently kicking her with his toe, asking, "Hey, is this what you call covering your ears and stealing the bell? Why didn't you hide under the bed?"
She showed her head, looking up at him, ignoring his ridicule, and said in a gentle tone, "I'm running out of time. The department has a rule of taking attendance before 8:30, can you ask Ajia to go downstairs and see if the store is open and buy me some clothes to wear? I promised a colleague to help her apply for leave."
This woman really went too far. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in astonishment and asked her with a seemingly mocking tone, "He Yan, are you treating me as your lover? Or do you want to take advantage of the situation?"
She looked extremely embarrassed, instinctively biting her lip, remaining silent and not speaking. After a moment, she resolutely stood up, dragged the bulky quilt, and walked directly outside. He, still dressed in a shirt, watched her and lightly asked, "Are you really going back like this? The quilt belongs to this room. I doubt the room service will allow you to take it away like that."
It was him who didn't allow her to wear those wet clothes, and he had told the room service to take them away. And now, he was telling her that she couldn't take the covering quilt outside. She was so angry and trembling, turned to look at him, her voice strained like a stretched thread, slowly saying, "Fu Shenxing, are you trying to humiliate me? It's okay, I'm not afraid. I'm the one who offered myself to be humiliated by you."
She stiffly curled her lips, revealing a smile even more unpleasant than crying, then let go of the quilt she had been tightly holding, and walked outside naked. Perhaps due to regular exercise, her figure was really excellent - slim and long, not like a stick, but very alluring. She had slender and shapely areas that were very seductive, with a waist and hips rarely found in Eastern people.
His eyes unconsciously deepened, not due to desire, but filled with anger. "Stop," he ordered her coldly. Seeing her ignore him, he took two steps forward and grabbed her wrist in anger, saying, "I told you to stop—"
His voice abruptly stopped as he saw tears welling up in her eyes, yet her expression remained as stubborn as before. He asked her coldly, "Mr. Fu, what else do you want?"
For a moment, he didn't even know what he wanted. He looked at her sternly and then released her wrist, wordlessly taking off the shirt he had half-worn and threw it over her, saying coldly, "Put it on!"
She was momentarily stunned as if she couldn't react.
"What? Don't want to wear it?" he said mockingly, looking at her coldly. "Since you find it offensive, why not just go bare?"
"Still complaining even when getting a free meal!" she muttered softly, hurriedly putting on his shirt, and even daringly asked for the trousers.
Fu Shenxing was infuriated, glared at her coldly, and though he didn't take off his own pants, he took another pair from the wardrobe and handed it to her, then couldn't help but sneeringly ask her, "Can your short legs hold these up?"
In fact, her legs were not short at all, they were quite long and slim, just not comparable to his. Her eyes were still teary, and she absentmindedly raised the corner of her mouth, hastily wiping away her tears with the shirt's sleeve, seemingly afraid that he might change his mind. She didn't even bother to fasten the shirt buttons, and clumsily put on the pants.
He stood shirtless, leaning against the wardrobe, watching her silently. As he watched, his anger dissipated without him realizing, and he couldn't help but smirk. She was a very clever woman, as she managed to wear the oversized shirt and the long, baggy pants in a neat and stylish way. She tied the shirt's hem at her waist, rolled up the pant legs neatly, intentionally revealing slender, fair ankles. Even the waist of the pants was carefully adjusted; all she needed was a wide leather belt to complete the look.
However, she didn't dare to ask for a belt from him. Instead, she discreetly adjusted the folds of the waistband with one hand, put on her shoes, and went to find her handbag.
He smirked, quietly watching her busy herself, then called out to her as she was about to leave. His eyes glanced maliciously at her chest and he lightly remarked with a smile, "Exposed a bit."
She followed his gaze and was shocked to find the two blushes very clearly visible under the white shirt. She quickly covered her chest with her arm, glared at him with some annoyance, and left without saying a word, in a hurry.
He Yan calmly walked the whole way, encountering several guests and even crossed paths with two students while coming out of the elevator. Yet she remained composed and calm, even nodding and greeting them. This composure was maintained until she entered her room, made sure that she was the only one inside, then sat down slowly against the door.
This was the first time she had fully retreated from Fu Shenxing. She had abandoned her pride, discarded her arrogance, and lowered herself to show weakness to him, yet provocatively and irritatingly taunted him, played dumb and acted cute - every word, every action was calculated. And then, she finally managed to retreat from him.
She clearly wanted to smile, but when her lips quivered, tears fell down her cheeks.
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