That was Wen Bixia. Her thick curly hair like seaweed was casually draped over her shoulders, and her skin was as white as snow and as delicate as a baby's.
Those delicate facial features are like carefully crafted works of art, especially those affectionate eyes, which seem to hide thousands of stars.
She was wearing a slim red dress that perfectly outlined her graceful figure, like a blooming rose.
Li Muchen felt a little excited, and mustered up the courage to walk up and talk to him: "Hello, I'm Li Muchen, would you please have the honor of having a drink with me?"
Wen Bixia looked up at him and saw that the man in front of her was handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. His well-tailored suit made him look generous and elegant. She smiled slightly and said, "Of course."
Li Muchen had a different idea in his mind, so he kept urging Wen Bixia to drink.
Li Muchen smiled and picked up the wine glass, saying, "Miss Wen, this wine is a rare fine wine. Please have another drink."
Wen Bixia frowned slightly and declined politely: "Mr. Li, I really can't drink anymore."
Li Muchen still didn't give up and continued to persuade: "Just one more drink, just as a favor to me."
Wen Bixia's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were blurred, her body was shaking slightly, and she was already drunk.
Her silky hair was scattered a little messily on her shoulders, and her delicate face was now flushed with a charming blush, as tempting as a ripe apple.
Beneath her curved eyebrows, a pair of beautiful eyes seemed half drunk, their corners slightly raised, revealing a hint of charm. Her delicate red lips parted slightly, and her breath carried a faint aroma of wine.
Her body was soft and weak, like a delicate flower swaying in the wind, which could fall at any time.
After leaving the bar, Li Muchen supported Wen Bixia, whose steps were unsteady, and the two walked slowly under the dim street lights.
Li Muchen said softly: "I'll take you to a nearby hotel to rest."
Wen Bixia's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, and she responded vaguely: "Hmm..."
Li Muchen was a little nervous, not knowing if this was the right thing to do, but he was also worried about Wen Bixia's condition. Wen Bixia's mind was in a mess at the moment, and she felt dizzy and just wanted to find a place to lie down.
Finally, they arrived at a hotel. Li Muchen helped Wen Bixia into the lobby and checked in.
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The next day, Li Muchen asked the waiter to change the bed sheets, which shows how fierce the battle was.
At this time, Li Muchen found that after a night of fierce fighting, his body not only did not feel the slightest bit tired, but he felt refreshed, as if full of endless energy, and his physical strength seemed to be better than ever before.
Li Muchen muttered to himself, "This is truly amazing! After a night of tossing and turning, I'm not even a bit sleepy. Instead, I'm full of energy." He was secretly delighted, thinking, "This state is truly amazing."
The morning sun streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and Wen Bixia slowly woke up. Her long, cascading hair fell carelessly on the pillow, and her skin was as white as snow, a faint pink.
Her beautiful eyes were still a little sleepy, but they made her look even more charming. She pouted her red lips slightly and said to Li Muchen in a sweet voice, "Dear, I want to drink chicken soup right now."
Li Muchen looked at her tenderly with a doting look on his face, the corners of his mouth raised, and he responded with a smile: "Okay, baby, I'll find a way to get it for you right away."
Li Muchen was immersed in the sweet atmosphere of Wen Bixia's coquettishness, when suddenly, he was surprised to find that he seemed to have a magical ability - he could hear Wen Bixia's inner voice.
He was stunned for a moment, his heart filled with confusion and disbelief: "How is this possible? I can actually hear her inner thoughts?"
Then he blinked subconsciously, and his ears seemed to prick up as he listened attentively.
At this moment, Wen Bixia wrinkled her nose coquettishly, clutching the quilt with both hands, her eyes full of anticipation, thinking to herself: "Huh, if only he could get me some chicken soup right away."
When Li Muchen clearly caught the trace of desire for chicken soup in Wen Bixia's heart and her dependence on him, his eyes widened, revealing an expression of both surprise and a bit of bewilderment. His mouth unconsciously opened slightly, and he muttered to himself: "This is too magical."
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