Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Mi Qian's eyes were dull and she was silent and dazed, not daring to recall what happened the night before.

The sound of water dripping in the bathroom stopped.

Qiao Chunqian walked out of the bathroom, with every button on his shirt buttoned up, wrapped tightly, looking neatly dressed.

Her hair was wet and softly placed on her forehead, making her look quite cute.

If it weren't for the satisfied look on his face, one would not have thought he was the insatiable, overindulged beast from yesterday.

"you're awake."

When Qiao Chunqian saw Mi Qian sitting there in a daze, his voice became gentler and more cautious than ever before, as if he was afraid that his words might contain thorns and might hurt someone accidentally.

Mi Qian didn't know how she felt. In fact, in the middle of last night, she could tell that Qiao Chunqian was definitely not in a good condition.

If Qiao Chunqian was in normal state, he would never do such a thing.

This was something she had been able to confirm after spending nearly three months together.

What happened finally happened. When asked what she thought about it, she seemed to have no idea.

Blame or resentment? No, after all, he didn't mean it.

Mi Qian is really open-minded and a little heartless. She wasn't sad when she pursued Qiao Chunqian and was rejected many times before, but now she can just let it go when it comes to such an important matter.

Qiao Chunqian didn't know what Mi Qian was thinking. A hint of apology flashed in his eyes, and he apologized sincerely and explained:

"I'm sorry. Someone drugged me yesterday. I will deal with those people. I will accept any responsibility you want to hold me accountable for. Whether you call the police or do something else, I will cooperate."

Mi Qian suddenly understood something. No wonder, yesterday's behavior seemed to have overturned her previous impression. She thought Qiao Chunqian had a second personality.

Many people her age are fascinated by mysterious psychology, even criminal psychology.

Mi Qian was no exception. In order to prevent herself from being overly excited last night, she even tried to guess why Qiao Chunqian had acted like this.

Of course, the result of trance is excessive intimacy that the other person forces on the other person because of dissatisfaction.

But when she thought about the accountability, the image of Qiao Chunqian being handcuffed and reported on social news appeared in her mind, and the image was photoshopped with mosaics.

Huh?

She shook her head to get rid of the strange scene. Seeing Qiao Chunqian's extremely guilty look, Mi Qian spoke:

"No, don't call the police."

The girl's usually crisp and sweet voice became hoarse, and she had the sexiness of a damaged but strong rose in the sand.

This voice reminded both of them of the madness of last night. They lowered their heads and closed their eyes, with extremely unnatural expressions on their faces.

The room was silent for a long moment.

Qiao Chunqian spoke again, "I will be responsible for you. When you turn 20, we will get married. Don't worry, I will take care of everything and will not delay your studies or other things."

Mi Qian suddenly felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured down on her. She was flustered and quickly refused, "No... No, I don't want you to be responsible."

Qiao Chunqian looked at her puzzledly.

I felt surprised and indescribably annoyed.

She also knew that her words and actions were truly incomprehensible.

Since she didn't want to call the police to arrest anyone, she must not have any resentment or hatred towards Qiao Chunqian. Perhaps, her previous secret love for him was also a factor.

But you don't want anyone to be held responsible, so should you just pretend nothing happened?

Mi Qian smiled bitterly in her heart.

If Qiao Chunqian had said this before, she would definitely be happy.

After all, the word "responsible" means that, not to mention the far-off marriage, at least the status of boyfriend and girlfriend is inevitable.

Being with the person you love is naturally a happy thing.

But now, when she thought of Qiao Chunqian's excessive treatment last night, her cheeks turned red and her feet began to feel numb and weak.

The happiness that exceeded the threshold was a little frightening for this girl who had rarely seen the adult world.

"If you have a status, things like this will definitely happen."

'No, no, this is too scary.'

Mi Qian was determined to reject what Qiao Chunqian meant, but how could she have the nerve to say it out loud?

So she lowered her head and remained silent.

It was impossible for Qiao Chunqian to force people to give reasons.

He thought that maybe Qianqian had not reacted yet, so he shouldn't be too anxious. He needed to give her some time to adapt and also some space to think alone.

So, Qiao Chunqian looked down at the watch on his wrist and said casually, "It's eight twenty-six. It's almost time to go to work."

I have to go to work at nine o'clock, and it takes half an hour to drive there, so it's just the right time to leave.

Mi Qian raised her head instantly, with anticipation and urging in her eyes.

Now the helpless person became Qiao Chunqian.

I don't know how things have turned out to be like this. When he was pursued, he stepped back step by step. When it was my turn to move forward, he just ran away and was as evasive as I could be.

What could he do? Of course he would follow Qianqian's idea.

Qiao Chunqian took out the car keys from the bedside table, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and when he left the bedroom, he couldn't help but look back and seriously reminded:

"Yesterday...you were a little tired yesterday. I'm going to work first, you should have a good rest. We can talk about last night when I come back in the evening."

"Ah."

"I ordered breakfast takeaway for you. Remember to eat breakfast before going to bed, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

"Ah."

"You can't wear yesterday's clothes anymore. I washed them and hung them on the balcony. If you want to go back to your room to change, you can wear the nightgown I put on the small cabinet next to you. It's new and has only been washed. I've never worn it."

"Ah."

"Well, I'll have to run errands to deliver birth control pills later. You didn't take precautions last night, and it would be bad for you if something unexpected happened. I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time."

Every time he said something, Mi Qian responded perfunctorily and nodded to show that she heard it.

Until the last sentence, their faces suddenly turned red.

After Qiao Chunqian left the room and closed the door, Mi Qian suddenly realized something.

Qiao Chunqian has never had a girlfriend, so it is normal that there are no protective measures in the room.

But what does it mean that there won’t be a next time? There will be a next time?

Mi Qian's expression instantly turned into horror, and any thought of lying down and catching up on some sleep disappeared.

Although the curtains were drawn, no one could see what was going on inside the house.

Mi Qian was still a little shy. She covered herself in the quilt and stretched out a white and tender paw to grope the edge of the bed. After feeling the soft touch, she grabbed the white nightgown and pulled it into the quilt.

After a rustling sound, a long-haired girl who seemed to have secretly worn adult clothes emerged.

She moved stealthily but quickly, put her feet into the rabbit plush slippers, and walked out of the bedroom and returned to her room.

After taking another shower and changing her clothes, Mi Qian began to pack her luggage.

She has lived here for nearly three months. Although she didn't bring much with her when she came, she has bought quite a few small gadgets in these few months.

After working like a tiger, Mi Qian looked up and saw that the house was in a mess and most of the things could not be put into the small suitcase she brought.

She had no choice but to pack some of her clothes and important things, and then drag the suitcase out.

When I walked into the living room, a strange phone call came in from the same city.