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Xuan Hao pushed open the door to the suite and strode inside.
The lobby was brightly lit.
Na'er, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Zhu Zhuqing, and even Xiao Wu, who usually goes to bed early, were still sitting on the sofa.
Several girls were gathered around a coffee table, seemingly discussing something in hushed tones.
Hearing the door open, five pairs of eyes turned to look.
Upon recognizing Xuan Hao, their expressions were remarkably identical:
Surprise, unexpected, and even a bit of barely concealed astonishment.
Xuan Hao changed into slippers and walked in, looking at them speechlessly: "What kind of looks are those?
Are you seeing a ghost?"
Na'er blinked her beautiful purple eyes, looked him up and down, and said with a hint of teasing in her tone:
"We thought you were going to have a long talk with that Fire Dance sister about life all night long."
"Even…" Na'er drawled out the last syllable, speaking without any hesitation, "we were all prepared for you to have a serious accident and come home tomorrow morning clutching your back.
And you finished so quickly?"
Xuan Hao's lips twitched twice.
"I had a talk with her about life."
Xuan Hao walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water. "But what about an accidental discharge?
That's a bit unrealistic."
"I've only known her for half a day at most. I have absolutely no interest in this kind of physical contact that has no emotional basis whatsoever. You all know that."
Xuan Hao took a sip of water. "For me, if a woman's approach doesn't make my heart race, then such contact is no different from an offense."
"While I'm not exactly a moral perfectionist, I don't just eat any wild game that comes my way."
"Alright." Xuan Hao put down his water glass, waved his hand, and started to shoo people away. "Go to sleep early.
You have a match tomorrow. Don't let your mind wander here."
After saying that, he walked into his master bedroom without looking back and slammed the door shut.
In the living room, several girls looked at each other with strange expressions, staring at the tightly closed door.
Although they often teased him about these things, they were also reluctant to admit it.
But as it turns out, this arrogant bastard who always wants to smash the world to pieces actually has damnably good principles on certain bottom-line issues.
Xuan Hao took a shower and then wrapped himself in the soft blankets.
After a day of exhaustion, all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep soundly.
Not long after.
With a "click," the door was pushed open from the outside.
The footsteps were very light, slowly approaching the bedside.
Xuan Hao remained wrapped in the blanket, not moving an inch.
In this suite, the only people who would sneak into his room in the middle of the night without knocking are Na'er, that clingy girl.
Just as the figure walked to the bedside and was about to bend down to get closer...
Xuan Hao reached out and grabbed the other person's slender waist, then shoved her onto the bed.
"ah--"
A deliberately suppressed gasp.
Xuan Hao skillfully rolled up the blanket, pulled the person into his arms, and then habitually buried his head in that soft warmth, taking a deep breath.
However, it only took a breath.
Xuan Hao instantly regained consciousness.
Something's not right.
It lacks the sweet fragrance that completely relaxes the nerves; instead, it possesses a cool, noble, and even aggressive aura.
This is not Na'er.
This is Qianrenxue.
Xuan Hao suddenly raised his head and looked at the person in his arms with a puzzled expression, using the moonlight shining through the window.
Qian Renxue has shed the disguise of Xue Qinghe and regained her original stunning beauty.
She was wearing a form-fitting silk nightgown, her long golden hair cascading over the pillow.
Startled by Xuan Hao's sudden pounce, a noticeable blush spread across her fair cheeks, and even her breathing became erratic.
"Why is it you?"
Xuan Hao frowned slightly. "Why are you here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
Qian Renxue's eyes darted away, and she looked away somewhat awkwardly, trying to appear calm as she said:
"They have a match tomorrow, so they need to rest well and can't get distracted."
"I see you all alone and it's quite pitiful. I also promised you before... so I'm here to keep you company."
Xuan Hao looked puzzled. "Stay with me? Are you sure?"
"Just now in the living room, who was it that was holding a teacup, staring at me coldly, warning me to think carefully about the consequences?"
Xuan Hao mercilessly exposed her, "Now you have the leisure to pity me?"
Qian Renxue was exposed by him and glared at him angrily.
She decided to go all in, without saying a word, she stretched out her arms and hugged his neck tightly, pulling him back into her embrace.
The meaning is clear: Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep!
Moreover, Qian Renxue was willing to honor the chips she had promised in the lounge and would never renege on her promise.
Xuan Hao was held in her arms, the delicate fragrance of an angel lingering around his nose.
But... it feels so strange.
Qian Renxue's temperament is completely different from Na'er's.
Na'er is as gentle and calm as water. Holding her, Xuan Hao feels like he is soaking in warm water, and all his fatigue and violence will instantly disappear.
But what about Qian Renxue?
This woman exudes an aura of domineering arrogance.
Even though she's now actively throwing herself at him, even though she's deliberately softening her posture, the powerful aura of a superior she exudes is still like a drawn sword, extremely noticeable.
Xuan Hao endured it for a while, but he really couldn't take it anymore.
"never mind."
Xuan Hao braced himself against the bed with both hands and crawled out of Qian Renxue's arms.
Then I moved back half a meter, creating a safe social distance between us.
Qian Renxue was stunned when her arms were suddenly empty.
She stared blankly at Xuan Hao, who was huddled at the other end of the bed, her face full of disbelief: "What are you doing?"
She took the initiative to lower herself and come to warm his bed in the middle of the night to fulfill her promise, but he actually... avoided her?!
"I want to sleep now."
Xuan Hao sighed and looked at her very honestly, "But I can't sleep when I'm holding you."
Qian Renxue's eyes twitched violently twice, and she gritted her teeth: "Why?!"
"It just feels different."
Xuan Hao shrugged. "Your aura is too overwhelming."
"Even if you're lying in my bed right now, subconsciously you're always thinking about being superior to me and wanting to take the initiative."
Xuan Hao yawned. "When I'm full of energy and in a good mood, I definitely won't care about your domineering attitude.
I would even find it challenging and be happy to go head-to-head with you to see who can subdue whom."
"But right now I really want to sleep and relax completely."
"The powerful aura you exude, always ready for battle, is more invigorating than strong tea.
Whenever I get close to you, my nerves instinctively tense up.
Your dominance will keep me wide awake, understand?"
Qian Renxue was so angry at this extremely blunt reason that her chest heaved and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
So, after all that mental preparation, she came here only to be rejected because she seemed like a prickly, irritating hedgehog?!
"You're talking nonsense!"
Qian Renxue's face hardened, and she pointed at him angrily, "Since you think I'm domineering, why were you so quick just now, scooping me up into the blankets and hugging me?!"
"I already said it was a misunderstanding."
Xuan Hao looked at her innocently, "I thought it was Na'er who came in."
"Na'er is very soft and comfortable to hold, and she makes you feel especially relaxed."
"That feeling is really stress-relieving. Haven't you ever hugged her?"
Qian Renxue looked at the bastard in front of her who was seriously discussing "how comfortable it is to hug other women," and she just wanted to kick him out of the window.
Why would I hug her?!
Qian Renxue was speechless and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Besides, she only has eyes for you, her brother. She won't even let me get close, and she won't let me hug her!"
Xuan Hao tilted his head in confusion:
"You haven't even tried, you haven't hugged her, how do you know she won't let you hug her?"
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