I put my boss to sleep on the very night when the annual meeting ended.
When I woke up, the first thing that came into view was a pale and lifeless wall.
Immediately following, there are the man's sharp shoulder and back lines, with still wet marks, as if he had just stepped out of a painting.
I froze for three seconds, as if my brain had been hit by a burst button.
Huo Mingchuan.
The top leader of our company.
That kind of man who can only be admired from afar for two seconds in reality and never dares to get close.
He walked out of the bathroom wearing only a bath towel. The lines on his shoulders and neck were cold and white in the light, and the composition was as precise as a danger warning.
I immediately wrapped the quilt up to my chin and my voice was as soft as if it were slipping through a gap in the air: "I..." Are you going to lose your job?"
He raised his eyes. Those eyes were cold, deep and sharp, yet as awake as if he had never slept.
"Get married."
He spoke as if announcing a decision to standardize the process.
"I will be responsible." "
My whole body crashed.
Are all current ceos like this?
"Start the 'status program' after just one sleep?"
Before I could recover from the shock, the teasing from my sisters last night was already exploding in my mind
Shi Ye, you're already twenty-six. You won't... Still?"
I could only smile wryly, pretending to be calm by drinking, cup after cup, filling myself up until my face turned red and my heart raced, and then I fled the table by saying I was "sleepy".
I never expected that it was just an awkward prelude.
The room card couldn't be swiped out. I was so anxious that I even hit the door with my forehead
The door just opened with a "plop".
The light was off, and there was a faint smell of alcohol and water vapor in the air.
I looked up. A tall figure raised its eyes from the darkness. That face was between the outline and the shadow, so dangerous that it made one's breathing disordered.
I was so drunk that I really thought I was dreaming.
He spoke in a low voice, "Is it good-looking?"
I nodded in a daze.
He took a step forward, so close that I could feel the heat oozing from his throat.
He was clearly drunk, yet he was as steady as if he were holding a sharp blade.
That oppressive feeling made my legs weak, yet it was impossible to look away.
It suddenly occurred to me what Nana said when she was staring at his photo:
"You can tell at a glance that this kind of man is troublesome." "
It's out of reach in reality.
In the dream
So what if you go crazy?
I hooked my head around his neck, my voice as soft as a test.
"Mr. Huo..." I heard that being able to sleep with you means saving the galaxy in a previous life? I want to give it a try."
The air was ignited on the spot.
He lowered his head, his eyes like a fire that had been suppressed for too long, quietly bursting inside.
"Want to?" "
He asked slowly, but it was more fatal than any ambiguity.
"Um." "
I raised my eyes, whispered, but didn't retreat.
In the next second, all reason shattered.
Walls, breathing, shadows overlap
It's as if the whole person has been drawn into an abyss from which there is nowhere to retreat.
Memory is broken, yet it is so hot that it cannot be forgotten.
...
The next day.
The knock on the door woke me up.
The moment I opened my eyes, I thought I was still in a dream
It was not until I saw Huo Mingchuan, only wrapped in a bath towel, coming out of the bathroom.
The water droplets slid down his shoulder line, flashed in the light for a moment, and then disappeared into the edge of the bath towel.
My mind exploded with a loud "boom", and the scene from last night felt as if it had been forcibly replayed.
I was as stiff as a piece of wood: "Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo..." Why are you here! We... yesterday "We..."
He wiped his hair and glanced at me, "What do you want to ask?"
I grabbed the quilt, trying to bury myself in it: "We... last night... Is it --"
"I'm asleep."
He presented his statement as calmly as if it were a meeting.
I took a deep breath, my ears burning red: "Then is there..." Uh..."
He raised his eyes, his tone too faint, yet as if it could roast a person from the back to the soles of their feet.
All that you are worried about is included.
Me: "..."
I can really die socially on the spot.
He suddenly asked, "Regret?"
This question is even more difficult than a multiple-choice question in life.
The first person I met was tall, handsome, intimidating and...
Cough.
But the target is the boss, and the excitement level is directly off the charts.
I gritted my teeth and said, "Mr. Huo, we were all drunk yesterday." For adults, this kind of thing... Shall we just turn the page? When it didn't happen."
He stopped moving and looked up at me.
You are still in my bed now.
He is unhurried, yet every word he utters is steady, accurate and resolute.
"Just want to turn the page?" "
My face is as hot as if I could fry an egg.
"Then you..." Turn around for a moment. I need to get dressed."
Not only did he not turn around, but he also walked to the bedside.
The mattress sank slightly. He moved closer. I wanted to step back, but it was too late.
He grabbed my wrist and held it above his head.
We are so close that we seem to share a breath of air.
The quilt slipped to my waist, and the room suddenly became so quiet that only the sound of my heartbeat could be heard.
"Didn't you say you didn't remember?"
His voice was low, carrying a sense of calm yet absolute control.
"Would you like me to help you with the part from last night..." Recall it again?"
Having said that, he bent down and touched my collarbone.
My heart is so jumbled that it's out of order.
At that moment, I was terrifyingly awake
This matter simply "can't be turned over".
And Huo Mingchuan...
I was never intended to flip through it.