Ming Zheng immediately withdrew her hand.
The man wasn't just handsome; his face perfectly matched her aesthetic preferences.
Even his Adam's apple was alluring.
Wasn't this troublemaker a fox spirit instead!
The moment she pulled her hand back,
She heard the man's low, husky chuckle in her ear.
In the darkness, the laugh seemed to be able to entice people, lingering and soft.
Ming Zheng: "..."
It was confirmed.
Definitely a fox!
Ming Zheng shivered, "What are you laughing at? Put me down quickly!"
"Put you down, I will naturally,"
The man's voice was deep and magnetic, he said lightly, "But... not now."
He held her, taking another step.
Ming Zheng endured it, "Don't force me to hit you."
In the darkness, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she could vaguely make out his silhouette.
And... those slightly upturned thin lips.
"No more pretending?"
Holding her, he walked to the sofa and then placed her onto it.
However, the hand around her waist didn't let go.
In this pose,
They sat on the sofa together.
With a "click,"
The room lights were turned on.
The light was warm, hazy, and carried a touch of ambiguous atmosphere.
It wasn't too harsh.
Ming Zheng pushed herself up from his embrace, her gaze falling on his suit and white shirt, which were imprinted with faint traces of foundation.
She rubbed her face.
Once again, she confirmed that her disguised face was still intact and hadn't come off!
The troublemaker's actions and way of speaking had almost made her believe she had been exposed.
After adjusting the expression on her face, Ming Zheng's expression turned cold, "Pretending what?"
"A qualified butterfly wouldn't speak to her next patron in such a manner," Chi Xian's long, slender fingers casually stroked the girl's delicate waist.
Her black tight-fitting outfit perfectly outlined her flawless figure.
He chuckled, his obsidian-like eyes deepening.
He slowly leaned closer to Ming Zheng's ear, "Zheng Bao, you can't fool me."
His hot breath spewed down.
Ming Zheng felt as if that breath was a feather, tickling her skin.
She trembled.
Not just because of his proximity.
But also because of his address.
Ming Zheng reached out and pressed down on the hand that was making trouble at her waist, "How did you know it was me?"
So, he didn't like women of this type, nor was he someone who forcibly took innocent women.
It was simply because he recognized her.
"Your eyes." Chi Xian's other hand slowly moved to Ming Zheng's face, his fingertips gently stroking her eyes, "Zheng Bao's eyes are very recognizable."
When his hand reached out,
Ming Zheng could only close her eyes.
After he finally released her eyes,
Ming Zheng stared intently at his fingers, "My makeup is very heavy. If you touch it like this, you'll probably smudge my eyeshadow."
Chi Xian: "..." Shouldn't the focus be on something else right now?
But the girl was looking very seriously.
He helplessly spread his hands, letting her see clearly.
Once she saw the traces of vibrant eyeshadow on his fingertips, Ming Zheng withdrew her gaze, dismissively pushing his hand back, "Don't rub it on me. I'm wearing black, and it'll be very obvious if it gets smudged."
Chi Xian: "..." Shouldn't Zheng Bao's focus be on why he could recognize her based solely on her eyes?
He rubbed his hand on his custom-made, one-of-a-kind suit, as if wasting it, until his fingertips were clean. Then, he waved them in front of Ming Zheng, "Can I continue holding you now?"
"No," Ming Zheng twisted her body, trying to break free from the man's embrace, "So, you recognized me from the first glance?"
"First glance, a guess; second glance, suspicion." Chi Xian, with his slender bamboo-like physique, slowly leaned towards Ming Zheng, tightening the grip around her waist.
His chin rested on the girl's delicate shoulder.
Some strands of hair brushed against his face, tickling him.
But what filled his nostrils was the unique fragrance of the girl.
He nuzzled in greedily, "When my Fifth Brother, disguised as 'Young Master Zheng,' came out to pick you up, I was completely sure... you were my Zheng Bao."
Ming Zheng immediately stopped struggling, her eyes widening, "You even recognized Fifth Senior Brother?"
This troublemaker was becoming quite formidable.
"..." Chi Xian opened his mouth and bit down on a piece of tender flesh on her neck.
Not with much force.
More accurately, it was a gentle grinding of his lips.
It didn't hurt.
But...
Ming Zheng felt as if a jolt of electricity had coursed through her body the moment his lips touched her neck.
She shivered.
She quickly reached out and pinched him, "Just talk if you want to talk! Why are you biting me?"
Being handsome wasn't an excuse to use your good looks to bully others!
"It was because I recognized you that I deduced it was Fifth Brother," Chi Xian took a deep breath and explained seriously, "Because you are Zheng Bao, I could recognize you."
Others, he couldn't.
Only you are my unique one.
Ming Zheng: "..."
She seemed to have suddenly understood the troublemaker's... cheesy pickup line?
Ming Zheng unnaturally shifted her neck, moving away from the man's mouth, "So, why did you bring me here? What do you want to do?"
"Why did you come to a place like this?" Chi Xian looked up, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her face.
Ming Zheng: "Whatever you're here for, I'm here for that too."
The girl's face held an expression of utter indifference.
Chi Xian tightened his arm around her waist, "Do you know how dangerous this place is?"
"I know," Ming Zheng frowned, not quite understanding the meaning behind his question.
How could doing missions not be dangerous?
Chi Xian knew from her expression that she hadn't understood his meaning.
He was somewhat helpless and leaned his head towards her again.
This time, however, his movements were very gentle, merely resting his chin on her delicate shoulder, his body slumping slightly.
"You know it's dangerous, yet you still came. What if something had happened?" It was like... what he had seen when he barged into the twelfth floor.
When he saw Kelsen's gun pointed at Ming Zheng's head.
His mind had gone blank for a moment.
He couldn't imagine the consequences if Kelsen had actually pulled the trigger...
Nor could he guarantee that he could reach her in time to protect her.
His heart had almost stopped at that moment.
Ming Zheng didn't understand, but looking at the man in her arms, whose aura was heavy and whose head was drooped, like a large, loyal dog seeking comfort from its owner,
She felt a strange pity.
Ming Zheng couldn't bear to push him away, so she let him hold her, answering his question, "Even if it's dangerous, I still have to come."
"Someone has to do this."
"If you don't do it, someone else will."
"Then the danger everyone encounters is the same."
Just that, relative to her...
The risk factor would be smaller.
And easier to succeed.
Otherwise, like Ming Chu Yan.
He probably wouldn't even have saved the person before he was exposed.
It wouldn't matter if he was exposed, but it would implicate the entire hospital!