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"Thank you, we'll be leaving first." Shang Xiaomo thanked her politely.

Shang Xiaomo's words made the brewing broth have an even better impression of her. From start to finish, he could tell that in this woman's eyes, there was a hidden affection for his idol.

Just as he walked out of the door, Ji Yanxi seemed to be unable to endure it any longer, and immediately vomited a mouthful of air. Jing An's back was completely drenched from Ji Yanxi's vomit, and when he smelt the stench of his own body, he wished that he could immediately throw the person on his back down. Shang Xiaomo saw through his discomfort, "Why don't we find a hotel nearby, it wouldn't be good for you to drive now."

The two of them went into the nearest inn and stayed there for the night. Of course, Ji Yanxi slept with Jing An.

After placing Ji Yanxi on the sofa, Jing An endured the stench on his body, and first took off his shirt, then roughly threw Ji Yanxi on the bed.

Ji Yanxi was drunk and fell asleep quietly.

When he quickly finished his shower and came out, Jing An realised that their clothes were dirty. They had all been thrown in the trash can just now, but there was only one bathrobe, what was that guy wearing on the bed now?

He walked in front of Shang Xiaomo's room and knocked on the door as he was forced to, wanting to ask if she had a bathrobe on her side.

After a while, Shang Xiaomo quickly opened the door. Jing An looked at her, who had clearly just finished showering, and said: "Xiao Mo, are you done showering?"

His wet hair was still dripping with water. Shang Xiaomo wiped it with a towel as he raised his eyes and replied, "En, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine. I want to go back to the car and get a change of clothes. "

"Oh, so it's like that. What about him?"

"This..." It was very obvious that he did not want Shang Xiaomo to take care of that man, so he was hesitating a little. However, Shang Xiaomo wanted him to not realize this point.

"Then I'll go to your room and take a look at Ji Yanxi first, just in case he vomits again." With that, Shang Xiaomo closed her own door and the words that came out of her mouth could only be stuffed back into her stomach.

"Then remember to be careful. He's drunk now."

"I know my limits."

Therefore, who said that Jing An was worried, but there was nothing he could do. He wanted to leave quickly so that he could return home quickly to get his clothes and then return home.

After Jing An left, Shang Xiaomo did not even have the time to dry her hair, as she was afraid that something might happen to Ji Yanxi.

Who knew that the moment he opened the door, this scene caused Shang Xiaomo to be stunned.

When Shang Xiaomo saw the half-naked Ji Yanxi, his own face uncontrollably burned. Moving his gaze slowly up Ji Yanxi's muscular upper body, Shang Xiaomo's gaze landed on his handsome face.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she last saw him, but the sleeping Ji Yanxi's face was incredibly gentle, not the slightest bit as cold and proud as usual.

"Jing An didn't tell me that you took off your clothes. Shang Xiaomo immediately patted her hot face and muttered.

The person who was sleeping on the bed naturally ignored her. Just when Shang Xiaomo wanted to go up and look at Ji Yanxi, he suddenly turned around, and started vomiting towards the side of the bed, causing Shang Xiaomo to frantically find things to catch up with him.

Ji Yanxi who had finished vomiting felt much more comfortable, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, only her consciousness seemed to be in a daze, as she dreamily called out her name, "Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, Mo …"

Shang Xiaomo seemed to be moved by these warm calls as she comforted her by patting her back gently.

"Don't worry, I won't leave. I still need to help you clean up your mess."

The sleeping Ji Yanxi seemed to have heard it too, as his eyes tightly shut, and seemed to have fallen asleep again. Shang Xiaomo quietly covered him up, and then took out a mop from the bathroom to tidy up the floor.

Now it was Ji Yanxi's turn, and he couldn't just sleep like this, so when Shang Xiaomo got near the bed with the twisted wet towel, he was pulled by Ji Yanxi and fell into his naked embrace.

Shang Xiaomo tried his best to struggle free from his embrace, but who knew, when Ji Yanxi thought she wanted to escape, she had to hug him tighter and tighter.

Raising his head to look at Ji Yanxi, Shang Xiaomo could not help but feel pain in his heart when he saw such a haggard Ji Yanxi. At such a close distance, he actually discovered that there was a cyan colored stubble emerging from his chin and a hint of cyan black in the depths of his eyes.

He might not have anything to do during this period of time, so he should be resting well. She did not know what he was busy with recently, but Shang Xiaomo clearly did not know that it was because of her that he was so tired.

Shang Xiaomo didn't dare to move from his embrace, it was just that her heart seemed as if it was going to leap out of her throat, and her breathing was unsteady. That person was still unwittingly poking at her, and with heavy breathing, he whispered into her ear: "Xiaomo, you are my foam."

After she finished speaking, she placed her nose on's neck and took a deep breath, her warm breath flowing all over. Shang Xiaomo's white and exquisite neck, that kind of warm feeling made her face flush red from embarrassment due to her intimate actions.

In order to prevent him from making any other moves, Shang Xiaomo saw that he was in the air and hurriedly came out from his embrace. She then covered his mouth and replied: "I'm not."

"You are."

"I said I'm not."

"You are, you have her unique smell."

Shang Xiaomo was afraid that he would ask this question again and again, without end. The only thing he could do was to admit his identity to him, "That's me, I'm Shang Xiaomo, right?"

"See, I told you I wasn't mistaken." Ji Yanxi's mouth twitched, and a silly smile that Shang Xiaomo couldn't see appeared on her face as she said: "I guessed right, there must be a reward."

As his voice fell, when Shang Xiaomo, who had clearly not been kissed yet, saw the face that was just inches away from him, and felt the wetness in his hands, something in his heart exploded right after, causing her to stammer as she said, "You … You … You … "What are you doing!"