Chapter 69 Come here, give me a bite
The man's low and hoarse voice caressed the eardrums, making people feel numb and tingling, and making people fall in love with him.
But Meng Shiyi inexplicably had a strange feeling.
Like...trying to trick her?
Her fingertips unconsciously tightened, and she asked worriedly, "What about my brother? I'll ask him if he's free to take care of you."
Then, He Xilou's slight sneer came from his ear: "Your brother is in class."
Meng Shiyi then remembered that Meng Huaili had taken an extra elective course on Friday night, and there was still half an hour left before the get out of class ended.
"Then let me ask Lu Shijie and Jiang Yue for you and ask them to help you?"
"Meng Shiyi."
"Um?"
"I just want you to come alone."
He Xilou deliberately dragged out the ending tone of his voice, and his lazy and low-pitched voice seemed to contain a small hook that could accurately hook her heart.
Meng Shiyi's heart skipped a beat, and she lost all her rationality. She said with concern, "Okay, wait for me. I'll come to your house right away."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Shiyi immediately changed her clothes and packed her bag.
Sheng Wan heard the noise and turned around. "Where are you going at this hour?"
Meng Shiyi said softly, "My friend is drunk, I have to go to his house to take care of him."
"Go ahead," Xu Qingqing held her chin with one hand, "Remember the dormitory curfew and come back early!"
"Uh-huh."
Meng Shiyi was still worried about He Xilou.
He Xilou must have drunk a lot this time and was not very clear-headed, so he asked her to come over and take care of him.
Otherwise, he should at least let a same-sex friend take care of him, and doesn’t he have someone by his side?
Meng Shiyi was well aware that it was unsafe to go to a boy's house alone at night.
But He Xilou is not someone else.
Besides, it was He Xilou who took care of her when she was drunk last week, and she wanted to return the favor...
He Xilou sent the detailed location of his villa area via WeChat.
On the way, Meng Shiyi also looked up "Yinwan Mansion", a famous wealthy area located in a prime area of the city. It has a unique geographical location and every inch of land is worth a lot of money.
I heard from my brother that when He Xilou is not living in the dormitory, he often sleeps in the villa in Yinwan Mansion.
The long string of zeros behind the house price alone is enough to make people look away.
Meng Shiyi got off the bus and walked a long distance before reaching the mansion.
Looking at the retro and luxurious decoration around her, Meng Shiyi looked down at her clothes and shoes, which were so ordinary and cheap that they couldn't be any more ordinary.
Suddenly, for a moment, she felt a deep sense of depression in her heart, as if it was stuffed with a ball of wet cotton, and she felt the gap between the two of them.
After a while, Meng Shiyi arrived at He Xilou's villa.
He Xilou's house is a noble private villa. The lamps reflect cold light on the ground. The overall style is French romantic and classical, which looks elegant and luxurious.
Push open the half-open door.
Meng Shiyi walked in cautiously.
He Xilou was lying on the sofa, wearing a pure black haute couture suit, with a dark-patterned tie hanging casually, his straight long legs slightly crossed, giving him a noble and lazy temperament.
He looks like an elegant gentleman in a suit and tie, but in fact he is a black-bellied and evil villain.
When she walked in, Meng Shiyi noticed that there was a strange man standing next to her.
Qi Yao stood beside him, coughed lightly, and explained seriously:
"Miss, I heard that you are the sister of Mr. He's good friend. Then, Mr. He will leave his job to you!"
Meng Shiyi was puzzled, "Can't you...take care of him?"
As soon as the words fell.
The man dozing on the sofa stirred.
He Xilou raised his eyes slowly and glanced at Qi Yao inconspicuously.
There was a strong warning in his eyes, like a sharp blade in winter shooting straight at him.
Qi Yao immediately frowned, covered his stomach, and said with an exaggerated expression: "Ah! My stomach hurts, it really hurts, help me... I'm going to the hospital first! Miss Meng, I'll leave the rest to you!"
After saying that, he left the scene at a rapid speed, as if a dog was chasing him.
Meng Shiyi: “…”
I always feel like something is not right.
But she couldn't tell.
"Brother Xilou?" Meng Shiyi approached him cautiously.
Suddenly, He Xilou raised his hand, grabbed her wrist, and brought her close to him.
The light and shadow cut his facial features into sharp relief. The man lay on the sofa, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at her, his tone carrying a dangerous air:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Meng Shiyi felt uncomfortable with his wrist being pulled, and asked haltingly, "Are you... okay now?"
He Xilou exuded a faint aroma of alcohol, and said faintly, "It doesn't seem to be very good..."
As soon as the words fell.
He Xilou put his arm around her wrist and pulled her into his arms with a gentle tug.
"ah…"
Meng Shiyi was caught off guard and sank into the soft grey sofa with him, her eyes tinged with pink. "What... are you doing?"
He Xilou had an ambiguous smile on his face and said confidently, "Hold you."
Meng Shiyi fell beside him, her whole body trapped on his sofa, and said in a muffled voice: "You've drunk too much..."
He Xilou smiled, "Actually, I'm not drunk."
Look! Classic sentence. Often drunk people will try to justify themselves by saying they are not drunk.
Meng Shiyi became even more certain that He Xilou was extremely drunk and reached out to push him.
But He Xilou hugged her even tighter.
Meng Shiyi was stunned for a moment, remembering the scene when she asked him for a hug when she was drunk, and silently sighed: God has his own way, and no one can escape it.
Forget it, just hold him for a while.
Meng Shiyi lowered her head, forced to bury herself in his arms, stretched out her index finger and said, "You can only hold me for a while..."
No more.
He Xilou came closer without any satisfaction, pressed his arm against hers, as if he wanted to stick to her, glared at her with drunken eyes, and said slowly:
"I want to eat something."
Like a vicious wolf, staring closely at its prey.
But Meng Shiyi hadn't noticed the danger yet. She thought about it carefully and said, "Then I'll go make you a bowl of porridge?"
Seeing that the other party did not deny it, Meng Shiyi was about to stand up.
Unexpectedly, He Xilou still held her wrist and refused to let go, as if he was afraid that she would run away.
Meng Shiyi fell into the sofa again, her ears burning, and she coaxed him gently:
"How can I cook porridge if you don't let me go?"
He Xilou lowered his deep eyes and gazed at her quietly.
"I don't want to eat that."
Meng Shiyi blinked innocently and coaxed him patiently: "Then what do you want to eat?"
She was wearing something simple and versatile today, a thin white knitted sweater that revealed a section of her fair shoulders at an angle. Her skin was as smooth as cream and was filled with the faint scent of camellia.
He Xilou's eyes slid across her exposed shoulders and finally landed on her snow-white neck, his tone teasing and ambiguous:
"Eat you, okay?"
As he spoke, he came closer with interest, as if he really wanted to bite her neck, "Come here, give me a bite..."
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