Chapter 33. Bai Xiao: Waaaaah, my wife dislikes me!

At today's celebration banquet, Song Huai couldn't refuse the hospitality and drank a little bit of alcohol, really just a little bit, and it was the lowest alcohol content beer.

Logically speaking, even if Song Huai's alcohol tolerance was poor, he shouldn't be unable to handle a beer with an alcohol content of less than 5%.

But at this moment, Song Huai felt the alcohol rushing to his head, robbing him of his reason. He was drunk, completely drunk.

"Be with me..."

"Together..."

Bai Xiao's words echoed in Song Huai's mind again and again.

Song Huai's body was completely out of control of his brain; his ears were ringing, and all that remained in his world was the tall man in front of him.

Song Huai closed his eyes, stood on tiptoe, and carefully placed a kiss on Bai Xiao's lips.

Their lips met, and Bai Xiao looked down at Song Huai without reacting.

A moment later, Song Huai finally felt embarrassed. His heels landed back on the spot, and his lips left Bai Xiao's lips.

Just then, Bai Xiao pressed Song Huai against the wall, wrapped his arms around Song Huai's soft waist, and deepened the kiss between the two.

The kiss was like a sudden storm, stealing Song Huai's heartbeat and breath.

Bai Xiao's tongue forcefully probed into Song Huai's mouth, sweeping through Song Huai's oral cavity.

Song Huai's nose was filled with Bai Xiao's scent, and gradually, he began to respond to Bai Xiao's kiss.

Seeing that Song Huai had responded, Bai Xiao paused for a moment, then intensified her attack, as if she wanted to devour Song Huai whole.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, inseparable.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally parted ways.

At this moment, Song Huai was already suffering from oxygen deprivation in his brain. He was like a drowning person coming ashore, gasping for breath.

Bai Xiao's chest heaved slightly, still feeling unsatisfied.

Although it was still snowing outside, the two of them were already incredibly hot.

Bai Xiao's fingers stroked Song Huai's face, then caressed Song Huai's lips, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

The next second, Bai Xiao's lips pressed against Song Huai's lips again, beginning a new round of taking.

At the same time, Bai Xiao wrapped one arm around Song Huai's waist, while the other hand restlessly tried to unbutton Song Huai's shirt.

After unbuttoning the first button, Bai Xiao lost his patience. The veins on his arms bulged, and he tore open Song Huai's clothes, the buttons scattering to the ground with a faint sound.

Not to be outdone, Song Huai, with trembling hands, clumsily unbuckled Bai Xiao's belt between kisses.

Their clothes were scattered on the floor from the balcony to the living room sofa.

Bai Xiao was incredibly grateful that she had a huge sofa at home, big enough to comfortably fit two people.

Song Huai arched his neck as if on the verge of death, his eyes glazed over, and he gasped for breath.

The living room was in complete disarray.

...

About two hours later, Bai Xiao, who had been pressing down on Song Huai, finally got up.

Song Huai was still in a daze; his eyes remained unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Bai Xiao looked at Song Huai, who was sprawled on the sofa covered in sweat, with a refreshed expression and eyes full of tenderness.

He bent down, intending to carry Song Huai to the bathroom to clean him up.

Unexpectedly, Song Huai seemed startled and turned away from Bai Xiao.

He finally snapped out of his reverie and realized what had happened.

Song Huai didn't have time to think too much. He hurriedly stood up and wanted to leave.

To his surprise, as soon as he stood up, an unbearable ache surged through his legs, causing them to buckle and he knelt on the ground.

Upon seeing Song Huai fall, Bai Xiao immediately bent down to pick him up.

But as soon as Bai Xiao reached out his hand, Song Huai scrambled to his feet with all his might, grabbed a piece of clothing from the floor and draped it over himself in an attempt to cover up his disheveled state, before dashing back to his room.

Everything happened too fast. One second Bai Xiao was still immersed in the exhilarating lovemaking, and the next second Song Huai had vanished without a trace.

Bai Xiao stood there, staring blankly at the spot where Song Huai's figure had disappeared, feeling utterly lost.

After a long pause, Bai Xiao's thoughts finally returned to his mind. He couldn't understand why Song Huai, who had been so passionate just moments before, was now avoiding him like the plague.

Bai Xiao thought and thought, but he didn't know what he had done wrong. A feeling of grievance suddenly rose in his heart.

Suddenly, a thought popped into Bai Xiao's mind: Could it be that Song Huai disliked her... because her skills were too bad?

The next moment, Bai Xiao firmly rejected her own idea. Song Huai's joyful expression just now didn't seem fake—if it were, then Song Huai could practically win an Oscar.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Why was that? Why did Song Huai run away when he saw me?

Bai Xiao thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. He was unwilling to give up and decided to go to Song Huai to ask him what was going on.

However, when he arrived at Song Huai's room, he glimpsed through the crack in the door that it was completely dark, and there was no movement inside the room. It was obvious that Song Huai had already gone to bed.

Bai Xiao's heart instantly melted. Oh well, Song Huai is tired tonight too. Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Afterwards, Bai Xiao lingered outside Song Huai's room for a long time before reluctantly returning to her own room.

Just before falling asleep, Bai Xiao was still vaguely thinking that since she and Song Huai had already established a relationship, then from now on... Song Huai should sleep in the same room as her.

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Soaking in a bathtub filled with hot water, Song Huai let out a long sigh, finally feeling that his aching joints were no longer so uncomfortable.

The events that had just happened flashed through Song Huai's mind like a mirage, until he looked down and saw the marks all over his body, and only then did he believe that everything that had just happened was real.

It was so sudden. Bai Xiao confessed her love to him without any warning, and he actually... did that.

Song Huai covered his face tightly with his hands, filled with regret.

It's all Qiu Wu's fault for that glass of wine he drank tonight.

Yes, it was all because of that drink; otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have done such a thing!

After taking a bath, Song Huai was exhausted. As soon as he got into bed, his mind stopped working and he fell asleep without realizing it.

That night, neither of them had a dream, but they slept soundly with smiles on their lips.

the next day--

When Song Huai opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the south.

He slept until noon.

Having exhausted himself last night, Song Huai was feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and his stomach was growling loudly with hunger.

Song Huai held onto the railing as he walked down the stairs, intending to find something to eat in the kitchen. However, while still at the top of the stairs, he smelled a burning odor. Song Huai thought the house was on fire, which startled him.

Upon closer inspection, Song Huai discovered that the smell was actually coming from the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a figure was busily working. The person was fiddling with a frying pan, in which a dark, sizzling substance was faintly visible. At the same time, they were leaning forward to examine the oven. Suddenly, seemingly burned by splattered oil, they dropped the spatula, breathing heavily on their hand. Their other hand, risking another burn, took over, gripping the spatula and stirring the contents of the pan…

Song Huai blinked, stunned, unable to believe that the person wearing an apron and bustling about in the kitchen was Bai Xiao.

Hearing a sound, Bai Xiao took a moment from his busy schedule to turn around, his face beaming. "You're awake!" he exclaimed, tossing the wok between his hands. "Sit down, the food will be ready soon!"

After a while, Bai Xiao finally brought the food to the table. He didn't even bother to take off his apron. He rubbed his hands together nervously and looked at Song Huai with anticipation.

Song Huai carefully poked at the dark, gooey object in the plate with his chopsticks, but after pondering for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what it was.

He hesitated for a long time, still unable to bring himself to take the bite, but then he met Bai Xiao's bright eyes.

Having no other choice, Song Huai, unwilling to disappoint Bai Xiao, held his breath, picked up an unidentified object, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Huai would never have imagined that this was the steak he had bought just two days ago!

Thinking about how his expensive steak had been ruined like this, Song Huai felt a pang of heartache.

"Is it delicious?" Bai Xiao asked impatiently.

Song Huai chewed on the salty and bitter beef in his mouth, and hesitated before saying, "It's...delicious, you should eat too!"

"Really!" Bai Xiao was surprised and delighted, and he also picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

After the food entered her mouth, Bai Xiao spat it out with lightning speed.

Song Huai couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Bai Xiao then realized he had been tricked, and he looked at Song Huai with a mournful expression.

This meal was definitely inedible. Bai Xiao, with a bitter face, ordered food from the hotel and reluctantly dumped the dishes into the trash can one by one. Song Huai felt even more pain when he saw this wasteful behavior, but he couldn't stop him—Bai Xiao's cooking was really not something ordinary people could eat.

After their activities the previous night, both of them were starving. As soon as the hotel food was served, they devoured it all in no time.

After filling his stomach, reason returned to his mind. Song Huai thought about what happened last night, wanting to say something but holding back.

"I have something to tell you..."

The two spoke in unison.

Although Bai Xiao also had a lot to say, he still humbly said, "You go first."

Song Huai considered his words carefully, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm very sorry about last night."

Bai Xiao looked puzzled, not understanding why Song Huai would say such a thing.

“Last night, I drank too much and acted impulsively. You don’t need to take it seriously or feel guilty,” Song Huai paused for a moment, then chuckled dryly. “We’re all adults, we all have physical needs…”

After speaking, Song Huai waited for a long time but didn't get a reply from Bai Xiao. He wasn't sure if Bai Xiao understood what he meant, so he tentatively called out, "Bai Xiao?"

Bai Xiao's face was already ashen. He stared at Song Huai without saying a word, wondering if the person in front of him had a heart at all.

After a long pause, he sneered, "You mean to say that last night was a one-night stand?"

That was what Song Huai meant, but he didn't expect Bai Xiao to translate it so bluntly. He said awkwardly, "Well... you could say that."