Chapter 60: Kiss and Sleep

After all, Duan Qingyu was a man and had been drinking. Ji Xueli really couldn’t manage him alone, so she asked the driver to help her get him to the hotel room.

“Miss Ji, I’ll be leaving now. If you need anything, just let me know,” the driver said to her.

“Alright, thank you,” Ji Xueli replied as she escorted him to the door and then closed it behind her.

She should have just let Chengdu come back with her. Taking care of a drunk person was so troublesome.

Ji Xueli sighed and turned to insert the room card, looking like she was about to prepare for battle.

But before she could insert the card, someone grabbed her wrist. Then, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, and the smell of alcohol enveloped the room.

“!! Duan Qingyu?” Ji Xueli gasped, trying to break free, but the person in front of her held her firmly.

The room was dimly lit, with only the faint moonlight, and his face was hidden in the darkness. His unclear expression, the growing sense of aggression…

Duan Qingyu was very tall, and she was entirely engulfed by his shadow.

“Duan Qingyu, you’re drunk…” Ji Xueli furrowed her brows, her tone a little anxious.

“Let me go…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the shadow in front of her fell, and his warm lips covered hers. He held her waist, as if trying to merge her into his very bones.

His hot breath enveloped her instantly, and his kiss was like a stormy wave crashing over her—forceful and overwhelming, as though he were going to swallow her whole, leaving no room to escape.

She felt as though she was caught in a whirlpool, unable to break free. His lips were tightly pressed against hers, moving without mercy.

In the midst of their kiss, the strong smell of alcohol filled the air, adding an extra layer of intoxication and ambiguity.

Ji Xueli widened her eyes, stunned… she forgot to struggle for a moment.

Was he crazy?!

He couldn’t just kiss anyone just because he was drunk!

“Ah…” Ji Xueli cried out, a sharp pain on her lower lip—it was him biting her.

This snapped her back to reality. She placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. “Wait, Duan Qingyu…”

Duan Qingyu distanced himself slightly, his dark eyes clear yet still clouded by drunkenness.

Then he leaned down and kissed her again, his hoarse voice murmuring, “Disinfection…”

After speaking, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, falling silent.

Ji Xueli hurriedly grabbed the wall next to her, nearly stumbling from the intensity of the situation.

The man’s shallow breathing sounded in her ear, and Ji Xueli cursed him under her breath.

“Dammit, what kind of person does that—kiss and fall asleep…”

She struggled to drag him inside and lay him down on the bed.

“Ugh…” Ji Xueli rubbed her arm and collapsed on the edge of the bed.

She swore she’d never take care of a drunk person again—it was really exhausting.

The man on the bed didn’t move, his breathing shallow.

Ji Xueli stared at his sleeping face and couldn’t help but remember that aggressive kiss…

She reached up to touch her lips, wondering what he meant by his last words…

Could it be that he was jealous after seeing her kiss scene with Fu Yunfan?

It made sense, after all—she was his white moonlight, someone he could never forget.

Thinking this, Ji Xueli glanced at him, and couldn’t resist giving him a slap.

Kiss and sleep—how could that make sense?

She huffed, “You just sleep, I’m not helping you change clothes or clean up.”

Ji Xueli stretched lazily, thinking she might just sleep on the sofa outside. After all, they had a dinner tonight, and tomorrow they wouldn’t start work too early.

As she thought this, she went into the bathroom to freshen up.

Inside the room, it became quiet.

In the darkness, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He touched his half-face where she had slapped him, and the corner of his lips lifted slightly.

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