This headbutt was a move that harmed three thousand enemies but injured herself by seven thousand. After ramming into someone, Song Qiuyu’s mind was buzzing, her forehead throbbing in pain.
She didn’t waste any time. Taking advantage of the moment, she wrenched both hands free from Jiang Xiao’s grip.
Pushing the person on top of her to the side, Song Qiuyu scrambled up from the bed.
She originally wanted to bend down immediately and put on her panties first, but what if Jiang Xiao got up from the bed right then? Wouldn’t that expose her greatest weakness right in front of him?
How was that any different from inviting him to come pick the fruit himself?
So, staggering as she went, she ran to a spot more than three meters away from the bed, then faced the bed and, at the fastest speed possible, clumsily pulled her clothes on with both hands.
She managed to tidy herself up.
She glanced worriedly at Jiang Xiao, lips pressed together. Seeing that Jiang Xiao had already fallen into a deep sleep, she finally let out a breath.
At last, he’d calmed down.
Luckily, it was herself who had been pinned down by him. If it had been another girl, what would Jiang Xiao do after tonight?
Would he take responsibility for that girl? Or would he become the butt of jokes on the internet?
Or perhaps, if he got too carried away while doing it, he’d get a life-ruining kick and be sentenced to jail—three years at least, his life utterly ruined…
Seeing that Jiang Xiao hadn’t moved for a long while, Song Qiuyu walked over and covered him with the blanket.
After that, she didn’t dare linger any longer, hurriedly rushing out the door.
All the way out of the hotel, her disheveled appearance drew plenty of attention.
She sat down on a bench, dazed for quite a while, before finally snapping out of the shock of almost being thoroughly taken advantage of by Jiang Xiao in his drunken state.
Even though something almost happened, she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.
She’d brought it on herself; if she had to blame anyone, it was her past foolish self for all those absurd actions…
Bottling it up for six years, it was no wonder her desires were so suppressed.
If she hadn’t interfered, Jiang Xiao would probably already have a girlfriend by now, living a blissful, normal life.
She’d grown used to excusing Jiang Xiao’s actions, driven by deep guilt and remorse.
Staring up at the sparse stars in the sky, Song Qiuyu let out a wistful sigh.
The sins of youth were like boomerangs—smacking her right in the face, again and again.
Over and over, again and again—she’d lost count of how many times the boomerang had come back to hit her, and who knew when it would finally stop!
But now, there was a major problem: it was already late, and the subway had probably stopped running.
Staying in the room with Jiang Xiao was out of the question.
What if Jiang Xiao hadn’t sobered up and his desires flared up again?
No, she should be more certain and just admit it—Jiang Xiao definitely hadn’t sobered up yet.
In the end, she decided to shamelessly beg the Store Manager at the clothing store to let her crash there for the night.
Although her black stockings were indeed ripped, the Store Manager didn’t really blame her.
Even so, Song Qiuyu still decided to compensate for them, deducting it from her wages.
After all, these stockings weren’t ordinary—they were the Customized Black Stockings.
When the Store Manager saw that the soles of her feet were reddened and her ankle was twisted, she even gave Song Qiuyu some Yao Gao.
Fortunately, the injury wasn’t too bad. After applying the Yao Gao for bruises, the pain eased, and the condition of her feet improved significantly.
The real headache was that she’d lost her Black High Heels—she’d left them behind in Jiang Xiao’s hotel room.
She’d have to go back and get them tomorrow.
“I wonder how Jiang Xiao is doing now? Did he kick the blanket off… If he catches a cold, what should I do… It’s so easy to catch a cold and fever after drinking…”
Song Qiuyu had already showered at the clothing store and changed back into her own clothes. She curled up on the store’s long sofa, looked around at the familiar surroundings, and muttered softly to herself.
As she spoke, memories of that tangled moment on the bed and Jiang Xiao’s aggressiveness swirled in her mind, and the shame that had faded away now surged back.
Her body betrayed her, her heart restless.
She rubbed her neck, where the lingering sensation still remained, and massaged the small, swollen red mark just above her collarbone with a sigh.
Song Qiuyu rolled over, facing the ceiling, picked up her phone, and admired the pictures Jiang Xiao had taken at Moon Viewing Cliff. Clicking her tongue twice, she could only lament that although this guy’s photography skills had improved, there was still plenty he needed to learn!
Once she went back during the National Day Holiday, for the next Short Video, she’d have to properly teach Jiang Xiao how to handle the camera.
By then, she’d squeeze every drop of work out of him like a black slave!
To take revenge for today:
And she needed to find more opportunities for Jiang Xiao and Sang Tian to interact.
As long as she kept wallowing in old lies, there would be no happiness…
Song Qiuyu’s gaze dimmed.
Her bare feet, coated with Yao Gao, rested on the sofa’s arm, idly swaying back and forth.
The fresh scent of Yao Gao drifted faintly in the air.
She glanced at the message above the photo, then closed her eyes in pain, remaining silent for a long time.
At last, she couldn’t hold it in anymore—she clenched her hand, rolled over, and punched the Ganyuanzhong pillow hard.
The pillow, unable to bear the blow, collapsed in the middle.
Damn it! After working so hard, Jiang Xiao really had changed so much—he’d become more talkative, almost cheerful.
Everything was obviously heading in a good direction.
How could he have gone and jumped off a cliff today? The consequence of Shen Xi living one more time was too much. Would it be the same next year, the year after, every year…?
Song Qiuyu couldn’t help but cover her face, her future pitch black…
Tomorrow, she’d definitely have to ask Jiang Xiao about it. If it didn’t work, she’d drag him off to the hospital for some psychological counseling!
Song Qiuyu’s brows knitted tightly, her mind a chaotic mess.
Thinking about how she’d even lost her panties and how things had nearly gone terribly wrong, she pressed her lips together and her face beneath her palm grew redder and redder.
Stay away! From now on, she absolutely had to stay away from a drunken Jiang Xiao.
When she opened her eyes again, dawn had broken. After a quick wash, she set out, watched by the Store Manager, riding a Shared Bicycle towards the hotel from last night.
In her hands, she carried two bags of Breakfast Buns and Soy Milk.
These were breakfasts she’d packed from her part-time job, but there was only one serving at first. Thinking of Jiang Xiao, who was still at the hotel, she asked the Store Manager for an extra set.
The Store Manager didn’t ask any questions.
But standing in front of the hotel room door, Song Qiuyu had a lot to consider.
Honestly, she still hadn’t figured out how to face Jiang Xiao.
The best scenario was that Jiang Xiao had blacked out from drinking and remembered nothing from last night. That way, she could just pretend nothing had happened.
With that thought, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
No response.
“Still asleep?”
Song Qiuyu tilted her head in confusion.
She then fished out the Room Key, inserted it into the keyhole, and gently turned it, pushing the door open.
As the door swung open, she stepped inside and happened to look up. Not far from the entrance, by the wall, sat someone.
Of course, that person could only be Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao was actually sitting on the floor hugging her Black High Heels, fast asleep!
Song Qiuyu stood frozen in place.