Looking at the expression on her face, Song Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked down into the blanket.
His face turned even uglier when he saw that he was completely naked under the covers.
So last night, the two of them were...
Noticing that Su Ping's gaze was also following his movements and peering into the blanket, Song Qi quickly pulled the blanket down and covered himself up completely.
"You're not allowed to look."
Su Ping was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Qi who only showed his head, and knew that he was guarding against her.
So now they're being wary of me?
"Stop covering it up, I already saw it all last night, and..."
Before Su Ping could finish speaking, Song Qi reached out and covered her mouth.
Su Ping blinked, looking innocently hurt.
Because he hadn't rested well, his face looked pale, his lips were bloodless, and his usually moist lips were dry and cracked.
It's obvious that it probably wasn't closed last night...
Song Qi looked away somewhat embarrassedly, forcing himself not to think about it in that direction.
But as his gaze moved downwards, it landed on Su Ping's neck, and he paused.
Because of what happened last night, Su Ping's bathrobe was now half-open, revealing a large expanse of her fair shoulders and delicate collarbones.
Go a little further down, and you can vaguely see even more...
Song Qi's face flushed again. After swallowing hard, he said somewhat hoarsely, "I didn't mean to last night. I'm sorry."
After he finished speaking, he released his hand from Su Ping's lips.
He knew he must have forced her last night, and it was indeed quite inhuman of him to say such things now, but he didn't know what to do.
After all, he never thought that anything would actually happen between him and her. Even though he approached her for his sister's sake, he never imagined that they would have such an intimate relationship.
Is it true that you really don't remember?
Su Ping chuckled, but didn't intend to expose the lie. After all, she was indeed quite tired last night, and she wanted him to feel a little more guilty.
"Is 'sorry' all I can do? Can 'sorry' make up for what happened last night?"
Faced with Su Ping's probing questions, Song Qi opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't answer.
He had just subconsciously wanted to ask her if she wanted to be with him, but in the end he didn't say it.
He could sense that Su Ping didn't like him, and he didn't like her either.
If we get together because of what happened last night, it just feels a little strange.
"sorry."
Song Qi looked at Su Ping and said those three words again with mixed feelings.
It's not fun.
Su Ping withdrew her gaze, suddenly losing the urge to tease him.
Instead of wasting time here with him, I'd rather wash up, eat something, and go back.
I didn't go home all night yesterday, my dad and the others must be very worried.
Seeing her silently throw off the covers and get out of bed, Song Qi stared at her back for a few seconds.
Is she upset because of what she said?
"where are you going?"
I thought of this question and then asked it aloud.
Su Ping ignored him, got out of bed, walked over, and dialed the hotel front desk.
The hotel manager was at the front desk early in the morning, worried that the young lady might wake up and he might miss some instructions.
The moment she saw the suite's private phone ring, she quickly answered it.
"Bring me a set of clothes up."
Before the hotel manager could speak, Su Ping paused, looked at Song Qi who was covered by the blanket on the bed, sighed, and continued.
"Never mind, just bring up two sets of clothes."
In just two short sentences, the hotel manager had already conjured up a dramatic scene in his mind.
Is this young lady really that playful? She just tore her clothes off?
After finishing her sentence, Su Ping hung up the phone and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Song Qi stared at her back; she didn't answer his question the entire time.
Did what I just said hurt her so much? She won't even talk to me anymore.
For a moment, Song Qi didn't know what he was really thinking.
He felt his mind was in turmoil.
When Su Ping finished washing up and came out, she found Song Qi staring at her intently.
She couldn't help but look down. Her bathrobe was already tied back up. What was he looking at?
When she looked up again, she found that Song Qi had abruptly looked away.
The speed was so fast that it seemed like he was a little guilty.
Song Qi didn't know why he felt like he'd been caught red-handed; it seemed like something had slowly changed after last night.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Su Ping glanced at Song Qi, indicating that she was going to open the door.
Upon seeing this, Song Qi quickly pulled the blanket over his head.
He didn't know why he was like this, as if the two of them had some kind of illicit relationship.
Outside the door, the manager was holding two sets of clothes. When Su Ping opened the door, he immediately gave her a polite smile.
"Good morning, Miss. Did you sleep well last night?"
That look in his eyes... no matter how you look at it, it seems to have a different meaning.
Song Qi, who was in bed, also heard this. Immediately, several scenes flashed through his mind: the image of him forcefully pulling Su Ping into the bathtub and not letting her leave.
Those fragments further convinced him that he had forced Su Ping last night, and his feelings became even more complicated.
He could no longer hear what Su Ping and the hotel manager were saying behind him; he only heard the sound of the door closing.
Now only the two of them were left in the room again.
For some reason, Song Qi suddenly started to feel a little nervous.
It must be because I'm not wearing any clothes on the bed right now. It's so awkward that I feel this way. That must be it.
Su Ping turned around and found that Song Qi was still covered by the quilt. She casually threw his clothes on the bed and then turned to go to the bathroom to change.
Song Qi peeked out and saw that Su Ping had already gone back into the bathroom.
The hotel manager found a dress in a similar color to the one from last night, which fit quite well.
When Su Ping came out after changing her dress, she found that Song Qi was still lying on the bed without moving.
"If you want to sleep, then sleep a little longer. Don't worry about anyone disturbing you. I'm leaving now."
Su Ping rubbed her now-shrunken stomach and decided to go out and get something to eat.
A night later, her hand was still in excruciating pain, and she couldn't help but tremble when she exerted even the slightest force.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she had Parkinson's disease at such a young age.
Seeing that Song Qi had just finished speaking, he grabbed his phone, changed his shoes, and was about to leave when he suddenly called out to her.
Su Ping stopped in her tracks upon hearing this, turning her head to look at him with some confusion, seemingly wondering why he had suddenly called out to her.
Song Qi regretted it the moment he uttered the words, but he had no choice but to say something.
"that……"
Su Ping watched as he sat up in bed, covered by the blanket, looking hesitant to speak.
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