of an elaborately arranged breakfast for two. No caption but the meaning is clear, it's her and Fu Shanyi's breakfast.She wanted to like it, but she thought about it and gave up, sighing inwardly. Jus...She said she was being gentle, but her grip didn't loosen at all. Zhao Tingxing gritted his teeth in pain and didn't make a sound.

She was still talking sarcastically: "You deserved this. If you had gone to the hospital a few days ago or insisted on taking medicine, you would have been better by now. You say I'm harming you, and I'm worried that you're deliberately not taking your medication so your injuries will worsen and you can blame me."

She retorted to him in the same way he had spoken.

As he said this, he tightened his grip.

Zhaoting sighed and said, "Shut up."

A talkative woman.

Hàn Lì had just been afraid that the atmosphere would be like last time, so he was being deliberate. But seeing him like this now, there's no need to worry at all. He was pressing down on his hand hoping the medicine would take effect soon and end their time alone together.

The more I thought about it, the stronger my grip became.

Zhao Tingxing's injuries were already painful to the touch, and with her rubbing so hard, his forehead was aching and sweating. But he was always patient and enduring, gritting his teeth through it.

Until she couldn't stand it anymore, this woman was doing it on purpose. So she suddenly reached back and grabbed her hands, preventing her from rubbing any further.

As a result, Han Li originally had his waist bent halfway, focusing entirely on applying medicine to him. When he was controlled by both hands, the whole person leaned straight against his back, as if being carried by him.

Zhao Tingxing only felt a sharp pain in his back, followed by two soft things pressing against his bare back, and the warm breath of her ear.

Han Li was truly dumbfounded. The more she feared something, the more it came to pass. She was just about to climb off his back when suddenly, a wave of dizziness swept over her. He pulled her from her back to the front, settling her firmly on his lap, leaning against his chest. Her hands, taking advantage of the momentum, were now circling his waist.

Close enough to touch.

Zhao Tingxing lowered his gaze to look at her. Their skin was pressed together, burning hot. It was late at night now, with absolute silence except for the sound of their breaths and heartbeats. The atmosphere was a hundred times stronger than that afternoon.

Hàn Lì only felt her waist tighten, and then she was lifted off the ground. She unconsciously closed her eyes. Even though she had told herself countless times to move forward, when faced with such an atmosphere, her heart still surged, even sinking, unable to extricate herself, unable to control it.

He carried her for a few steps, and she heard the sound of a door opening. She thought it was the bedroom inside his room, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the corridor outside the hotel room. He put her on the ground and said in a calm voice, "Go back to sleep early."

Then, with a slam, the door shut, leaving her alone in the hallway.

Han Li's mind went blank for a moment before she understood the situation. She had been rejected by Zhao Tingxing again. No, this time it was more like a woman who went to his door to seduce him. The seduction failed, and she was thrown out of the room.

Her clothes still held the scent of his medicine, even the warmth of his body, but it made her feel sick to her stomach. It wasn't just him that disgusted her, it was herself for being so infatuated with him.

Psychological reaction brought on a physical one, a churning nausea in my stomach that almost made me vomit. I forced myself into the elevator and back to my room, rushing straight to the bathroom where I threw up until I was clean. Then I took a shower, washing until there wasn't a trace of his scent left. Only then did the sickening feeling slowly dissipate.

Her face was pale as she lay back on the bed, trying to calm herself down. Over the years of venturing out on her own, she had encountered countless hardships, but she never let her emotions get the better of her. She always managed to keep a tight rein on them.

On her phone, the several men she went on blind dates with again sent their evening messages as usual. A few days ago, she endured and reluctantly responded to their chats. Today, however, she was very proactive.

"Do you want to sleep with me Or would you sleep with a woman you don't love"

Men, she thought, are all the same. Finding one who truly understands you is so difficult.

She copied the same question and sent it to each of them, waiting for their answers. It was quite interesting.

I guess so, but I hope it's based on feelings.

Male: Why are you asking that Are you thinking about it

I think we would get along well.

>Can you pick me up now

Look, facing her so blatant and inappropriate questions, not a single man refused her. Men are animals driven by their lower halves, fearing they'd miss out on freebies and suffer losses. They don't care about feelings or anything like that.

She smirked, scrolling through her phone with no emotion, deleting everything. When she deleted the message from him, his reply came late, devoid of any emotion or feeling, simply three words: "Sent wrong."

Han Li only then remembered that this man was the one she had once noted as "Daddy of Wealth," but later found it inappropriate and changed it back to just "male."

But unlike the top four, he hasn't been proactive or enthusiastic after adding me on WeChat. He hasn't said a word to me and hasn't even suggested meeting up.

Han Li hesitated for a moment, deleting the first four digits and keeping only "male".

Why Firstly, because his dog is called Zhaochai, making him seem approachable.

Actually, it's not that. It's that she thinks he is the highest quality among those men.

If he had just replied with a "" like that, Hanli would have unhesitatingly blocked him. Although it seems like a normal question mark, it shows that he subconsciously wants to talk about this topic.

But he didn't. He just remained rational, calm, and stated the facts in a cold, detached manner: "Sent wrong."

directly shut down the possibility of discussing this topic.

So Han Li didn't delete him, and replied: Sorry, sent the wrong one.

The entire WeChat chat instantly returned to its previous calm, but in less than a few minutes, Yiwu called, “What happened Are you crazy”

"If you don't like it, delete it," she admitted.

"No, you can delete it if you want. But why did you ask them that at the same time Don't you know both of them posted screenshots of your conversation to their Moments, two identical screenshots, making it a real mess in there"

"So tasteless Go ahead and post it then."

“They were very confused why they were blocked after asking that question. He thought you wanted to take things further. These aren't the main points, the important thing is that you all know each other. Now, just by looking at their social media, they all know I introduced you to five people. They have all come to ask me if you are a 'sea king', simultaneously dangling them”

Yvonne just explained for half an hour, it was infuriating.

Yvonne: "Come on, high-quality men are always in the same circles. It's normal for them to know each other."

"Let them think I'm a womanizing sea king then." She even hoped she was, why bother with the pain of love.

"Jiang Mu"

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