Free Web NovelChapter 690: Sheng Yi: “Will You Sleep With Me?”
The man’s outstanding looks were magnified several times before her eyes.
The sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, the nose as straight as mountain ridges, lips tightly pursed perhaps from restraint, and his tense jaw all made Sheng Yi’s heart tremble.
Just a glance exchanged, and she was always moved.
"S-sorry."
She didn’t ask how Dao An arrived; she knew it was Yuanyuan who discovered she couldn’t be reached and immediately contacted Dao An. This was in M Country; Yuanyuan couldn’t come immediately, so she had to trouble Dao An to make this trip.
As for Qin Bing, she saw earlier the people in police uniforms must have temporarily taken Qin Bing away.
Yes, temporarily.
Sheng Yi was well aware of Qin Bing’s abilities; in M Country, he might be temporarily taken away, but back in their own country, there’s no way they could take Qin Bing away easily, and they might even have to act according to Qin Bing’s mood.
Overall, it was safe for the moment.
Sheng Yi forced herself to look away and withdrew from the man’s embrace. The hand he had on her waist also had to be removed because she stood up. The sound that came from her throat was minuscule; that single "sorry" fiercely echoed in his heart, with an indescribable feeling, though it was certainly not pleasant.
"...Thank you very much today. I’m tired. I want to rest." Sheng Yi chose to evade her previous reckless behavior and didn’t want to make any excuses for herself, for all excuses are false.
"I’m already fine, no issues now. Let’s deal with other matters tomorrow; I’ll go wash my face first..."
The more she spoke, the quieter her voice became, and the last few words were almost so soft they were hard to hear: "You can go. Just close the door when you leave."
After finishing, she fled into the bathroom.
Closing the door, she numbly walked to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and the sound of rushing water was heard as she bent down to scoop a handful of water to wash her face.
The cool water cleared her mind quite a bit, and scenes from before inevitably replayed in her mind—
At a critical moment, it was him who tightly grasped her hand, rescuing her, and she fell into his arms, clutching tightly at his collar. He didn’t offer too many words of comfort, mostly silence, because she didn’t let go so he couldn’t leave. Thinking back to those scenes, Sheng Yi sighed, considering how utterly terrible she was.
Crying incessantly in someone else’s boyfriend’s arms, not letting him leave, and even shamelessly asking him to hold her.
How did you even have the nerve to say that!!
This time was an accident, and she barely managed to come up with an excuse in the end; if she dared to act like this normally, she wouldn’t be able to face herself ever again!
Sighing again, she straightened up to look at herself in the large mirror above the washbasin.
Then, she shocked herself.
She had cried all the way back from the restaurant, then cried for another ten minutes after being rescued, and stopped only then; Sheng Yi hadn’t realized how disheveled she looked until she saw herself in the mirror—she had swollen, red eyes, bloodshot whites, eyelids puffed to the size of walnuts, her hair was all in disarray, and her makeup was smeared, making her look... like a ghost.
Three words—extremely ugly!
Thinking about her ugly appearance while making a scene in Dao An’s arms... Sheng Yi couldn’t help but cover her face; disastrous events always pile up on the same day, catching her off guard—Murphy’s Law wouldn’t even be this cruel...
She stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
Removing what was left of her makeup, she washed her face, then filled the tub for a bath, remembering to apply a compress on her red eyes while soaking.
She soaked for about thirty-plus minutes before getting up to rinse off under the showerhead, checking her eyes at the washbasin afterward. Her eyelids weren’t as swollen as before, but there were still many red streaks in the whites of her eyes. She truly shed tears enough to last a lifetime today; not even during filming had she cried so intensely.
She wasn’t usually a crybaby—why was she so prone to tears today?
She put on the creamy waffle-knit bathrobe provided by the hotel, the loosely tied belt lending an air of languidness, wrapped her damp hair in a large towel, rubbing it before discarding the towel; she didn’t even bother with skincare products, and without shoes, she walked out barefoot.
After such a long bath, when she exited, Sheng Yi truly believed the suite was left solely to herself.
Therefore, she didn’t mind how loosely tied her bathrobe was, nor how much was exposed upfront.
