Chapter 4 Prada
I don’t know how much time had passed before everything calmed down, but the sky outside the window was already turning pale. I only took one look at it and fell into a deep sleep exhausted.
When I woke up, it was already bright outside. I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar environment. I was in a trance and couldn't even remember where I was.
"Are you awake?" A deep male voice sounded in my ears. I was startled and turned my head vigilantly. That handsome face was right next to me. He supported his head with one hand and looked at me with a smile.
I thought about everything that happened last night. Although I was mentally prepared, I still felt a little embarrassed. I actually spent a ridiculous night with a man whose name I didn't even know.
The point is, I'm still hooked on it.
"Haha~Good morning." I greeted him with a dry laugh.
He bent down and kissed my forehead, praising me, "What a polite and good boy."
"Get up and eat something first. Breakfast has been delivered."
He got out of bed with a bath towel wrapped around him and walked out, putting on a bathrobe. I went to the bathroom to wash up first. When I went out, a sumptuous breakfast was already on the dining table.
"I didn't know what you like to eat, so I ordered a few more things." His smile was as warm as the morning sunshine, and his attitude was natural and casual, as if we were a couple who had been together for many years, which made people feel very comfortable.
This service is really good and thoughtful, but is this breakfast for two people?
After three years of poverty alleviation work with Liang Zicheng, the awareness of frugality has been ingrained in my bones.
Is this really just a few more things?
Looking at the dozen or so small plates on the table, I cursed him inwardly for being a spendthrift and sighed. Since I had already ordered them, I might as well eat them. I couldn't waste them.
"I'm not picky about food, I eat everything." I said as I stuffed the fried eggs into my mouth.
He eats very elegantly, obviously having been well-educated since childhood.
I looked at his chiseled profile and sighed inwardly. How could a man who looked so outstanding be in that line of work?
But he didn't know what I was thinking.
"Well, that's good. A girl like you is easy to support." He nodded slightly, and his serious look gave me the illusion that he was really evaluating whether he could support me.
I was thinking silently in my heart whether I should ask for his phone number so that I can contact him next time. He is handsome, physically strong, and has excellent skills. It shouldn't be a problem for me to spend money with him twice a month.
If only my dad gave me more living expenses, I could keep him. I feel uncomfortable thinking that he might do the same thing with other women.
He saw me in a daze and looked up at me, "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm wondering how much a monthly subscription would cost?" I blurted out what was in my mind.
"What?" He laughed out loud. "Monthly subscription?"
His eyes became somewhat dangerous, and I realized what I had said. I wanted to bite my tongue off, and I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say.
"I couldn't wake you up even when I called you this morning. I thought you were tired from last night. How come you still have the energy to want a monthly subscription? It seems that young people really do recover faster." His eyes were full of mockery.
My face flushed red, not knowing whether to eat or leave. Just when I was at a loss, he handed me a bottle of mint water and said, "Are you full? Rinse your mouth." His tone left no room for questioning.
I took the bottle in a panic and rinsed my mouth obediently.
The mint water was cool and slightly sweet, which made me feel much more awake.
I think my IQ is starting to kick in, and I figured I should ask his name, "Your name is..."
Before I could finish my question, he picked me up, walked quickly into the inner room and threw me on the bed. This time he really threw me, not as gently as last night.
The bed was very soft and didn't hurt at all, but I still fell pretty hard.
He smiled meaningfully, "It seems you are very satisfied with my performance last night. Do you want a monthly subscription?
I have a meeting this afternoon and don't have much time, so I'll provide you with a free 'after-sales service' as a reward for your positive review."
What else can I say about such great service?
Half an hour later, he stood up refreshed, dressed neatly, and when he buttoned his cufflinks, he actually looked a bit cool, just like the kind of abstinent handsome guy described on the Internet.
Screw that abstinence thing, he was clearly a beast last night. You can't judge a person by their appearance.
Wait, his clothes seem different from yesterday.
"You weren't wearing this yesterday, were you?" I asked the question in my mind.
"Well, your eyesight is not bad. I had someone deliver this this morning. Oh, and I've also prepared a set for you. Try it on to see if it fits you." As he said that, he handed over a paper bag.
It was a Prada shopping bag. I looked at him with wide eyes. "Did you buy me clothes?"
"Yeah," he replied casually, adjusting his collar. "I saw you were wearing this brand of skirt yesterday, and I thought you might like it."
Last night it was my birthday, so I wore a Prada dress. I usually wear popular brands, and my mom doesn't allow me to dress in a way that's noticeably different from the rest of my classmates.
The living expenses my mother gives me are not enough to buy this kind of clothes. It seems that I have to secretly ask my father for money again.
"How much is it? I'll give it to you later. I don't have enough money with me." I looked at him pitifully, secretly hoping that it was a discounted model from last season.
"No need, it's just a set of clothes. I'm giving it to you. Try them on and let me see." He put on his clothes and sat on the sofa, looking like he was waiting to see me change clothes.
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