Chapter 96: Inducing Jealousy in Xu Si
The night fell silently, the evening breeze teasing the pointed edge of the moon. Xu Si’s hair had grown too long, resting on the fluffy, soft pillow. Her delicate and fair legs were curled up beneath the covers, and she slept quietly. The air occasionally rippled, brushing the stray locks on her forehead, resembling a painting of a serene beauty.
She slept hazily through the night. Xu Si woke up with a splitting headache. Trembling, she raised her hand before opening her eyes and rubbed their sore corners. Propping herself up, the blanket slid to her thighs.
The surging heat in her stomach made her uncomfortable, and there was a bit of a painful sting on her lips.
Recalling the events of yesterday, Xu Si admitted that having drunk less these past two years, her alcohol tolerance had indeed decreased somewhat.
She had thought that with Anshi by her side, everything would be fail-safe; even if she were utterly drunk, Anshi and the bodyguards could escort her away safely.
Life, however, is full of variables. Pei Zhen was the biggest variable in her life.
Although she didn’t know why he had suddenly come to Hong Kong Island, his mere appearance was enough to derail her established plans. It was disrupted to the point where even someone as complex-minded as Xu Si would willingly allow herself to be taken to such an unfamiliar place.
What surprised Xu Si even more was that although he had seemed incredibly angry last night, speaking many harsh and unyielding words, after a single kiss, he seemed to have rationalized it to himself and forgiven her easily, without needing any explanation.
This gave Xu Si an illusion—the illusion that no matter what she did, she would ultimately be forgiven.
The light outside the window flickered, and the air still carried a lingering, muddled scent of alcohol. After composing herself for a moment, she got up, went to the bathroom, and took a warm shower, finally ridding herself of the smell of alcohol.
She then took out a cooling lip balm from her handbag, squeezed some onto her fingertip, and carefully applied it to the cut on her lip while looking in the mirror.
Staring at such an intimately suggestive wound, she didn’t blush or feel her heart race, nor did she feel elated. Only her beautiful, bright eyes stared intently at her own fragmented reflection in the mirror.