Han Xi let him hold her, her voice hoarse and complaining, "It’s all your fault."
Lu Jinghan looked at the little woman in his arms with indulgence, his smile carrying a hint of mischief, "I’ll be gentler next time."
Han Xi bit her lip and buried her blood-red face in his chest. He really dared to say such shameless words.
After taking a shower, Han Xi realized she hadn’t brought any change of clothes. She checked the time; it was definitely too late to go back and get them now. "I didn’t bring any clothes over, what should I do?"
"The mall already delivered clothes and skincare this morning. You can pick out something from the living room," Lu Jinghan said casually as he changed clothes.
Han Xi walked out of the bedroom and looked at the abundance of items in the living room. She only felt dazzled by it all. This man was way too considerate and meticulous.
Han Xi picked a set of clothes and went back to the bedroom to change. "Didn’t you buy way too much stuff? How am I supposed to wear all these?"
Lu Jinghan stood by the bed, fastening his watch with one hand, looking at Han Xi with eyes full of indulgent affection. "For you, I can only wish there was more."
Mr. Lu, I can only say you’re a pro at sweet-talking.
Han Xi’s heart skipped a beat, and with both little hands, she clutched Lu Jinghan’s neck, giving his thin lips a brief kiss. Before Lu Jinghan could react, she ran away.
She was mainly afraid Mr. Lu would pin her down right then and there.
After breakfast, Lu Jinghan drove Han Xi to the hospital. It wasn’t until eleven in the morning that Han Xi took a little break. She swung her slightly sore neck and walked to the window, in a fleeting moment, it seemed she saw... Li Chenghao.
The next second, Han Xi bitterly smiled. She thought her tired eyes must have been playing tricks on her.
After work at noon, Han Xi and Chu Ci planned to eat together near the hospital. Because Chu Ci was a big celebrity, they chose a restaurant that offered good privacy. In the private room, Chu Ci took off his baseball cap and mask, and his sly eyes carefully examined Han Xi.
"I heard from Manman that you and Lu Jinghan seemed pretty intense yesterday. Your voice is completely hoarse," Chu Ci pointed at Han Xi’s throat, laughing in mockery.
Han Xi’s face turned red instantly, her ears burning hot like fire.
Right now, she really didn’t want these two friends; is there a return policy with express delivery?
Li Manman took off her coat, her gaze intentionally landing below Han Xi’s neck, "Lu Jinghan must have done this on purpose, leaving marks in such obvious places. He really wants to announce to the world that Han Xi is his."
Following Li Manman’s gaze, Han Xi looked down and felt utterly devastated, wishing she could die.
"Xiao Xi, are you really planning to be with him?" Chu Ci asked seriously, placing a piece of meat from the steaming hot pot into his mouth.
"Yes, being with him gives me a sense of home, warmth, and happiness."
Since Han Xi’s mother passed away, she had been alone, almost forgetting what "home" felt like.
"So are you planning on living together illegally?"
Han Xi almost choked on the meat in her mouth. This Li Manman always had a knack for saying shocking things.
Chu Ci put down his chopsticks, raised his hand to cover his mouth, suddenly feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.
"What’s wrong with you? Not feeling well?" Han Xi raised her hand to gently pat Chu Ci’s back, while Li Manman also put down her chopsticks, got up to pour a glass of warm water and handed it over.