Xia Chuhe put down his wine glass, turned around and left.
"Hey, come back here, you little brat, you've got quite a temper." Mingxiang poured Xia Chuhe a full glass of wine and coaxed her back with a smile.
Xia Chuhe used a disposable paper cup, and the wine in that cup was almost half a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor).
She turned back and deliberately drank very quickly, spilling most of the wine on her collar.
Xia Chuhe still seemed a little annoyed: "I'm not eating anymore. I'm going to change my clothes first."
Back in her room, she carefully placed her alcohol-stained clothes on the blankets, with the stained collar on top to prevent the alcohol from seeping into the blankets.
Xia Chuhe came out wrapped in a bed sheet and said to Mingxiang, "It's a bit cold tonight, could you get me one of your sweaters?"
These past few days, she's been wearing Xiao Ai's clothes.
This was the first time she had ever asked Mingxiang for something.
Mingxiang was overjoyed and hurriedly went to find her a sweater.
Suppressing her nausea, Xia Chuhe put on Mingxiang's sweater and then said to Xiao Ai in front of him, "You don't need to sleep with me tonight."
The implication in this statement is already quite clear.
Mingxiang almost felt like he was floating on air.
Xia Chuhe said, "Let me have a smoke, then I'll go take a shower."
Mingxiang picked up a cigarette, offered it to Xia Chuhe, and then lit it for her by cupping the lighter between his hands.
Xia Chuhe wanted to find another place to smoke, but Mingxiang kept staring at her.
She had no choice but to silently finish the cigarette, enduring the smell of tobacco.
Just as he was about to extinguish the cigarette, Xia Chuhe gathered a piece of scalding hot ash into his palm, then casually tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray that Mingxiang was holding.
The cigarette ash burned my palms and made them hurt terribly.
Xia Chuhe was very happy.
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