his little milk apricot

Chapter 32 Bullying
Fifteen hours later.

0:00 midnight.

In the hotel room where Yaoxing was staying, the sensor suddenly beeped, as if someone had secretly copied the room card and quietly opened the door.

There was only a small orange light on in the room.

After Yaoxing came back from the audition during the day, she locked herself in the room and drank a lot of wine. Now her head was groggy and she was about to fall asleep, but she vaguely noticed a figure standing beside the bed, gloomy. Look at her.

There was a chill down her spine, and she subconsciously hugged the other pillow hidden under the quilt.

Xie Yinlan saw her shaking slightly under the quilt and thought she was cold, so she picked up the air conditioner remote control and raised the temperature by two minutes.

Then his eyes glanced at the floor. There were several empty beer cans and a box of messy tissues thrown under the bed.

The paper towel looked wet and crumpled into a ball.

It was like the wine accidentally spilled on the floor and she wiped it up with a tissue, but it didn't seem like it was the case.

But if not, and Xie Yinlan couldn't think of any other reason, why would she need to use so many tissues?
It couldn't be... Xie Yinlan couldn't help but frown and moved his eyes back to the bed.

The girl on the bed was hunched over, lying on her side, her left face sunk into the pillow, her right hand bent on her right face, covering her eyebrows.

"Shaoxing." He called her softly.

"Huh?" Hearing the familiar voice, Yaoxing was stunned for a moment while half asleep. He couldn't tell whether he was dreaming, hallucinating, or whether Xie Yinlan was really standing beside the bed.

She tried to open her sleepy eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she struggled two or three times before she could barely see the figure in front of the bed: "Xie Yinlan?"

Xie Yinlan remained silent and just looked at her quietly.

After looking at it for four or five seconds, he finally asked: "Are you crying?"

"Ah? I... I didn't cry." Yao Xing subconsciously avoided the question, "I went to the audition today, and I couldn't even cry."

Xie Yinlan didn't hear what she was talking about, he just stared at her red eyes, which were misty, like the bright moon hidden in a clear pool, covered with a hazy gauze, looking very delicate. Weak, helpless and pitiful, very annoying.

"Why are you crying?" It is already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and it happens to be her birthday. Logically speaking, she should be happy.

"I really didn't cry. Why are you being mean to me?" Yaoxing might be in a really bad mood. After saying this, he unhappily covered himself in the quilt and muttered: "It's fine if you don't give me a birthday gift." Yes, and he came to attack me in my dream."

Xie Yinlan: "..."

Xie Yinlan had a slight headache and didn't know how to explain to a little drunk who couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

After all, he had been busy all day and flew all night to reach Hengcheng without stopping. He was really exhausted both physically and mentally.

He ignored her for the time being, untied his tie, took off his suit, walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower.Then I couldn't find the men's bathrobe, so I just put on a white bath towel and walked out.

He lay down on the bed as a matter of course.

The bedside suddenly sank, and Yao Xing's heart trembled inexplicably. He opened his watery almond eyes, looked at Xie Yinlan aggrievedly, and said weakly: "You still want to come to the bed to bully me."

She looks really childish.

Xie Yinlan couldn't help but laugh, and said with a hint of tenderness in her voice: "Why are you bullying you? I haven't even touched you, how can it be considered bullying?"

Yaoxing raised her finger, touched his shoulder and neck, and mumbled with reason: "You are bullying me because you are not wearing any clothes. I really didn't expect you to be so wanton in your dream."

Xie Yinlan was dissolute in his dream: "..."

"However, it looks delicious."

What's delicious... Xie Yinlan didn't have time to think about it, Shaking Apricot had already voluntarily pushed into his arms, and sniffed restlessly: "It seems to be a vanilla-flavored cake."

Vanilla Flavor·Xie Yinlan Brand·Cake: "..."

"But why is it so hard? It's like rotten steamed buns left overnight." Yao Xing poked Xie Yinlan's abdominal muscles with his finger and said.

Xie Yinlan gasped secretly, her mental journey was full of ups and downs. Before she could recover from the vanilla cake, the next second she turned into sour buns overnight.

This metaphor can simply make him cut off his descendants in one fell swoop.

But what can he do to her? She dislikes him for more than a day or two.

Xie Yinlan was helpless.

Finally, when he was about to let her act, Yaoxing suddenly raised her little head, stared at him expectantly, and asked greedily: "Can I take a bite of you? I'm a little hungry."

(End of this chapter)