She sat by the bedside until the girl woke up, and coincidentally, the porridge she had prepared for her hadn't gotten cold yet.

Sun Xiaoxiao used a little force to help her up.

But the girl on the bed seemed to be looking at her and the bowl in her hand with some wariness.

She recognized that expression, and only after taking a spoonful and putting it in her mouth did the girl lower her guard.

As he ate the warm porridge, mouthful by mouthful, his face finally regained some color.

This reassured Sun Xiaoxiao a bit. She stood up and said, "There are painkillers over there. Take some and get some rest."

Watching the woman in front of her slowly walk out, the girl on the bed said weakly, "Thank you."

Sun Xiaoxiao did not respond and closed the door for her.

Back in her room, she received a call from Zheng Zhonglai, and only then did she realize that Li Hao had come again.

Sun Jiming told her to wait at Liangyan.

She packed all her things and put them in the closet in her room before changing her clothes and going out.

The banquet looked much livelier than usual, and it was clear that the host was in a very good mood.

As she entered the private room, Sun Jiming raised his glass to Li Hao, saying, "Since President Li agreed to cooperate, I will naturally reciprocate."

Both men's gazes simultaneously fell on Sun Xiaoxiao as she entered the room.

Sun Jiming smiled knowingly and beckoned with his hand, "Xiaoxiao is very good at serving people, let her keep you company today. Hahaha..."

Neither of them spoke. She obediently walked to the seat next to Li Hao, sat down, called out "President Li," and mechanically began pouring wine.

Unlike purely physical relationships, Sun Xiaoxiao felt a strange sense of awkwardness when she was with him.

Especially the last time I mistakenly thought the other person had a strange fetish and brought them to that room.

Nothing happened.

Sun Jiming, however, felt that Li Hao, this seemingly refined and cultured scoundrel, was actually much more promiscuous in private.

This thought made him feel that the man was easier to control than he had imagined, and he became more relaxed physically.

Seeing Li Hao's feigned politeness, Sun Jiming assumed that he was the one who had disturbed the two of them.

They then arranged for a quieter private room to be prepared for them.

The room Sun Jiming prepared was even more tasty than the one Sun Xiaoxiao had taken him to; messy equipment was scattered around, if it weren't for the bed.

People who come in might think this is some kind of laboratory, as the lace-decorated hand and foot restraints on the cold experimental bed look rather incongruous.

Li Hao wasn't as curious as last time. He stepped inside and looked around.

Sun Xiaoxiao followed behind him. Although he had told her that he didn't have any quirks, she had been here once before and ended up having to be carried out to rest for several days.

So she didn't have a good impression of this place. What if he was faking it last time?

They stopped and didn't go any further.

Li Hao pressed his long fingers on the instruments, and the faint hum of the machines told him that these things were real, not just props.

He thought, "They really put a lot of thought into this."

Turning around, I saw that Sun Xiaoxiao's expression was somewhat stiff, and her eyes behind her glasses were slightly curved.

"You seem a little nervous?"

This greeting made her even more nervous; she swallowed hard and continued walking.

"No, it's my honor to serve President Li."

"Just call me Li Hao."

After turning off the machine in my hand, the room returned to quiet.

"No, please, Mr. Li."

Li Hao shrugged. "Suit yourself. Sit down for a bit. Aren't you tired of standing so tense for hours?"

She sat down next to Li Hao. This time, he didn't smell of cigarettes; instead, he had a faint scent of men's cologne.

Sun Xiaoxiao couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it smelled really good. However, last time he looked like a heavy smoker.

This time, the interaction wasn't as awkward as the last. Sun Xiaoxiao maintained her long-standing habit of "the less you say, the less you make mistakes," and only answered Li Hao's questions when he asked.

They didn't ask too many outrageous questions; they seemed to be the kinds of questions that strangers would ask each other when they first meet.

Sun Xiaoxiao answered him one by one according to the story she had written in the script.

To make them appear credible, Sun Jiming assigned each girl a unique identity, but most of their answers couldn't be traced back to real-world origins, yet they still seemed believable.

But Li Hao asked a question that Sun Xiaoxiao couldn't answer.

He asked, "Don't you miss home?"

Li Hao asked casually, probably because Sun Xiaoxiao's previous statement was that "her parents have passed away and she has no family."

This tragic character setting made him subconsciously curious about this question.

Sun Xiaoxiao is not old, she looks to be only in her early twenties, but she seems to have experienced a lot.

Perhaps due to her long-term work in the sex industry, she appears to have a sense of vicissitude that is inconsistent with her age.

Like new melons growing on an old vine.

Because of this opportunity, the two of them waited silently in the room for the time to end.

He glanced at his wristwatch like a timer.

Two hours later, Li Hao stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

Sun Xiaoxiao watched his retreating figure, tidied up the room, and then went out as well.

Zheng Zhonglai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had come out safe and sound.

"Fortunately, I wasn't made to carry you this time. It seems this man isn't as perverted as he seems."

Sun Xiaoxiao is capable and has helped Zheng Zhong solve many problems, so Zheng Zhong is happy to treat her well.

Having one more person to deal with the unpredictable Sun Jiming is always better, especially since Sun Xiaoxiao is highly regarded by him.

When Sun Xiaoxiao was spoken to, she simply nodded, her slightly flushed cheeks making her look as if she had just been cherished.

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