Chapter 33 "Are you alright?"
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Meng stopped and looked at her.
Anmi was stunned for a moment.
"It's nothing." She looked away.
"I just think the sky outside is quite beautiful."
"The sky?" Zhao Meng followed her gaze.
"Hey? Isn't that the handsome guy we met in the elevator the other day?"
Anmi was surprised by her good memory: "You remember him?"
Zhao Meng always has a vivid memory of handsome men, and she remembered that chance encounter in the elevator for a long time afterward.
I never expected to run into him again.
Is this fate?
She nudged Anmi: "He's all alone! Do you think we should go ask him for his WeChat?"
Anmi: "Huh? That's not a good idea..."
After all, she had just deleted him from her contacts.
Zhao Meng was just joking; she didn't want to embarrass herself.
"Hehe, just kidding! He's so handsome, he must already be taken."
"Let's go, let's go change our clothes quickly."
She pulled Anmi toward the elevator, the person behind her walking so slowly it was as if someone was dragging her along.
Zhao Meng turned around and just then saw An Mi turn her face towards her.
She had a moment of doubt.
Did this girl take her joke seriously?
Could she really have fallen for that handsome guy?
*
Qingji Island, evening breeze, beach.
Anmi sipped her coconut juice while listening to her colleagues sing.
After the barbecue in the evening, Tan Tao organized the employees to sing and play games under the beach tents.
Anmi and Zhao Meng sat on the outer edge of the table, where there were two male colleagues.
The boy sitting opposite Anmi was named Liu Song. He wore glasses and had a very refined personality.
He wasn't interested in singing or playing dice; he just kept mixing drinks.
Anmi didn't know where he got the cocktail shaker from, but it looked pretty convincing when he shook it.
Zhao Meng egged them on, urging Liu Song to make a drink for each of the four of them.
He actually mixed four different colored cups and let them choose.
Zhao Meng chose the pink cup and asked Liu Song what his name was.
Liu Song said it's called 'heart-fluttering'.
Zhao Meng covered her mouth shyly: "You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve."
The colleagues are very familiar with each other and often like to joke around.
Anmi pointed to one of the glasses containing a pinkish-purple liquid: "What's this called?"
Liu Song smiled shyly: "Sunset at Qingji Island."
"Wow…"
To be honest, it does seem quite plausible.
The pink and purple liquids mixed together did indeed resemble the scene I witnessed when I returned to the hotel that afternoon.
"Then I'll choose this one."
Anmi picked up the glass of wine and took a small sip.
It's sweet and quite delicious.
Zhao Meng reminded her from the side, "Vodka has a pretty high alcohol content, be careful not to get drunk."
An Mi doesn't usually drink alcohol. When she goes out with Tang Caiwanqiu, she only drinks small beverages like milk tea.
She was just curious today, and since the hotel was right next door and she was surrounded by girls, she didn't pay any attention.
As they chatted, Anmi finished the entire glass.
On the way home after the show, she didn't think anything of it.
But once we got to the hotel, that energy slowly started to build up.
She followed Zhao Meng into the elevator and pressed her head against the elevator wall to cool down.
"Anmi, are you drunk?"
Zhao Meng noticed that her cheeks were flushed and felt a little worried.
Anmi smiled foolishly: "No, I'm fine."
Actually, she was quite clear-headed, just a little dizzy and felt a bit lightheaded.
Zhao Meng was worried about her: "Do you need me to take you upstairs? Which floor is your room on?"
Anmi was worried that the benefits Wanqiu gave her would be discovered and cause unnecessary trouble, so she didn't ask her for help.
"No need, I'll be there as soon as I get off the elevator."
Her room isn't far from the elevator, so there shouldn't be any problem.
Hearing her say that, Zhao Meng didn't insist anymore: "Then you have to be careful, and call me if you feel unwell."
As they were talking, they arrived at her floor.
As Zhao Meng stepped out of the elevator, she looked back with some concern.
The elevator continued upwards, reaching the eighth floor.
Anmi walked out, supporting herself on the door frame, and the carpet in the corridor suddenly turned into clumps of soft cotton.
Her legs felt weak and limp, losing their footing on the soft cotton, and she staggered along the short distance.
“0816…0816…” Anmi murmured the room number to herself.
The wall lights in the corridor cast a dim yellow light as she checked each door number.
"Huh? Why are there two 0816s?"
Anmi rubbed her eyes.
The two adjacent doors in front of me both have the number 0816.
That's strange...
She swayed to the left, "0816..."
It swayed to the right again, "081...6?"
Two 0816s?
What should I do? It's like a ghost...
Anmi squatted down, leaning against the partition wall between the two doors.
My head is getting dizzier and dizzier, and it's also a little painful.
She hugged her arms, feeling her body go limp.
Her head was wobbling, so she simply tilted her head and rested it on her arm.
After squatting there for a while, a pair of leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of me.
The shoes had thin, glossy black soles, with the toes pointing directly at Anmi, as if looking down at her.
Anmi wanted to look up to see who this person was, but her head was spinning, and she swayed twice before she could finally lift her face.
Through the blurry vision, one could vaguely make out that it was a tall man.
"Who are you?" she asked irritably.
Are we standing here to see her make a fool of herself?
Anmi was now intoxicated and couldn't find her room. She was feeling simmering with anger and just wanted to find someone to vent to.
Unexpectedly, the other person not only wasn't angry, but instead leaned down towards her.
What are you doing squatting on the ground?
The man's voice was surprisingly pleasant.
His voice was deep and magnetic, as if I'd heard it somewhere before.
Anmi was touched by his sudden concern and said, feeling wronged, "I can't find my room."
The other party was silent for a moment.
He asked softly, "What's your room number?"
“0816…” she said, her lips curving slightly. “But there are two 0816s here.”
To prove she wasn't lying, Anmi pointed to the left, "Look, this is 0816..."
He then pointed to the right, "This one is also 0816..."
She withdrew her hand and looked up at the man: "How come there's an extra 0816? Did Sun Wukong conjure it up?"
On the carpet, the girl asked the question with an innocent look on her face.
Her upturned face was still flushed with two rosy blushes, and she looked completely dazed.
Her milky-white skirt was piled up at her feet, making her look like a little mermaid who had been left alone.
Yan Jinnian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he stretched out his large hand toward the little mermaid: "Get up from the ground first, and I'll help you find it."
Really?
When Anmi heard that she was offered help, she quickly stood up.
The neckline of her beach dress was a bit low. As she pushed herself up, two full, white breasts flashed across Yan Jinnian's eyes.
He quickly looked away for a moment.
My breathing became slightly sluggish, and I felt as if an electric current was running through my chest.
The outstretched palm was grasped by two soft little hands.
"Hurry up and help me find it!" Anmi urged him anxiously.
The little hand unconsciously clenched its palm.
The calloused tiger's mouth and the girl's soft palm were tightly intertwined.
Yan Jinnian's breathing instantly became heavy.
His voice was hoarse: "You trust me so much, do you even know who I am?"
As his fingertips gently caressed the softness of his palm, Yan Jinnian couldn't help but furrow his brows.
This silly girl, so drunk she can't even remember her room number, and she still trusts a passing man so much. If I hadn't been following her the whole time...
Anmi tilted her head, and in her dazed vision, she could only make out the man's outline.
But his eyes felt very familiar to her.
That deep, slightly aggressive gaze.
She felt that every line of her exposed skin, every pore, was being carefully scanned by that gaze.
The pressure of the palm rubbing became ambiguous.
She remained silent for a long time, and the man leaned closer to her face.
Warm breath gently touched Anmi's lips, and she subconsciously opened her mouth slightly.
My heart suddenly started beating faster.
This feeling... it's so familiar...
I want to get closer, I want... A name emerges from the depths of my memory.
An Mi bit her lip, somewhat uncertainly asking, "Are you... are you Yan Jinnian?"
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