747 The Choice
Ji Yan’s deep and cold gaze turned into a warm ocean, and his voice was hoarse and lazy after drinking. “Why is Madam still awake?” His voice did not have the restraint he had when he was sober. Instead, it had an indescribable charm, like tiny electric currents, brushing the skin of her earlobes, and travelling all the way to the bottom of her heart.
Qiao Xi almost screamed. She was so intoxicated! Her cheeks were red and her eyes were bright as she looked at Ji Yan. She wanted to hear more from him, get closer to him, smell his scent, and see the smile on his face for a while. Her heart was screaming madly, and her body seemed to have its own idea. She took a step forward uncontrollably, getting closer to Ji Yan. Unexpectedly, Ji Yan took a step back. He seemed to be a little confused by his own reaction. He looked down at his feet and frowned. Why did his body seem to have its own idea and distanced himself from her?
Was he unwilling to get close with Shen Hanxing? How was that possible? He wished he could shrink his wife to the size of a thumb and put her in his pocket. He wanted to bring her everywhere and stick with her all the time, never separating.
“Why isn’t Madam saying anything?” Throwing away these vexing thoughts, Ji Yan looked at Qiao Xi in confusion. “Who made Madam unhappy?”
“No, no,” Qiao Xi’s gaze shifted as she responded. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s, and her heart was about to jump out of her mouth. Her guilt and indescribable excitement made her feel high. She didn’t even know what she wanted to do. It was as if she had been cut into two people. One controlled her body, and her mind was blank, instinctively wanting to spend more time to be with him alone. The other floated in the air, countless thoughts surging in her head, screaming that she should leave now. She couldn’t do this. Madam Ji was her benefactor and brought her out of the sea of misery and gave her more possibilities in life. How could she repay kindness with ingratitude? But…
“Mr. Ji, are you tired?” Qiao Xi’s eyes shined, red and hot, and there were tears in them. She looked up at Ji Yan and said in a tight voice, “I’ll help you to bed, okay?”
Ji Yan lowered his head and looked at Qiao Xi. He was clearly drunk, and unlike his usual cold and stiff self, he was leaning against the wall. He looked casual, and even his hair was a little messy. However, his dark eyes looked even more unfathomable under the dim light. It was as if he could see through her disguise and see her heart and her unspeakable thoughts. Qiao Xi’s heart jumped. For a moment, she did not know if Ji Yan was really drunk or pretending to be drunk…
“Mr. Ji.” Qiao Xi swallowed and forced out a smile, asking, “What do you say?”
“Alright,” he said. After a moment of silence, Ji Yan gave a brief reply and lazily raised his arm for Qiao Xi to come over and help him. Qiao Xi’s heart seemed to explode with fireworks, and her face burned with joy and excitement. Only then did she realize that her palms had been sweating. She quickly wiped them on her skirt and after making sure that her palms were dry, she carefully stepped forward and held Ji Yan’s arm. Did she really touch him? She almost cried with joy, wondering if she was in a dream. Otherwise, how could someone like her have the right to touch Ji Yan?
She pinched her thigh. It hurt, it hurt like hell, but the more it hurt, the bigger her smile was. She was so happy that it wasn’t a dream… She had really touched Ji Yan, standing so close to him, and smelling the nice scent on him. Even when he was drunk, he was still perfect, so perfect that she felt ashamed of herself and afraid that her existence would dirty him.
“Where are you taking me, Madam?” Ji Yan laughed in a low voice, his face was dim in the shadows. His voice was low and soft, as if he was bewitching her. “I’m so tired. I want to have a good sleep.”
Where to? Where else could he go? Qiao Xi was not an innocent. She had lived with Wang Wentao for two years. When she worked in Jin Hai, she had also seen the colorful nightlife. She knew very well that going to different rooms would lead to different results. Now, the choice was in her hands. Should she take Ji Yan to his room to rest, or should she just steal a short night with him?
