Gently bite the jasmine

Lin Xi tilted her head, her eyes asking Duan Yiheng, "Who is your darling?"

Duan Yiheng shrugged, responding to her earlier gloating.

The woman standing in the doorway let out a charming, soft laugh: "You two...aren't you a couple?"

Duan Yiheng tilted his chin slightly, gesturing for Lin Xi to come over.

Lin Xi snorted and stood still, letting each other deal with their own romantic entanglements.

Duan Yiheng nodded slightly, then turned to the woman who was pestering him and said, "You're right, she's my secretary."

"Duan Yiheng." Lin Xi's heart skipped a beat. Afraid of being misunderstood, she hurriedly came out of the bathroom and covered his mouth.

Duan Yiheng held her waist, their gazes locked. He slowly took two steps back until his back pressed against the wall.

The woman's gaze swept back and forth between the two men. Could it be that she had misjudged them?

Lin Xi glanced sideways, cleared her throat, and, feigning a fierce expression, shooed them away: "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

Women have no sense of shame. She leaned against the door frame and smiled at Lin Xi: "Is he really your boyfriend?"

"Genuine or not." When someone is guilty, their voice becomes loud, and Lin Xi's shout drew out the guest from across the hall.

A man and a woman, who looked like a couple, only poked their heads out to watch the commotion.

Lin Xi: "..."

The man, always eager for drama, teased Duan Yiheng, "Brother, you're quite the ladies' man, aren't you? A red rose versus a white rose?"

The woman spat and said, "The couple in their house are the real deal. Some people, I bet they're prostitutes."

The woman's smile faded, and she turned to ask, "Who are you talking about?"

"Don't you know who you are? Dressed like that and knocking on a young couple's door late at night, are you desperate for a man?"

"Say it again if you dare! You old hag, you want to sleep with a man, but you don't even take a piss and look in the mirror."

"You shameless slut..."

Duan Yiheng covered Lin Xi's ears to prevent the foul language from polluting this pure little jasmine.

He lightly lifted his foot and kicked the door shut.

Hearing the exchanging accusations against each other's ancestors outside, Lin Xi looked up with some concern: "Are you alright?"

Duan Yiheng raised his chin and his soft lips touched her palm, signaling her to let go of him.

Lin Xi, like a crab about to be steamed, pushed Duan Yiheng away with both hands and feet.

The arguing at the door continued. Duan Yiheng placed his palm on Lin Xi's shoulder and led her inside.

"Never mind that, get some rest."

Lin Xi turned around with concern: "Who started this? I'm just worried that we'll get dragged into it."

Duan Yiheng didn't have time to care about the lives of outsiders. If he couldn't understand, he'd let someone else teach him.

“The hotel staff will handle it,” Duan Yiheng said. “You go to sleep first, I’m going to take a shower.”

Lin Xi froze, completely losing interest in everyone else.

Duan Yiheng won with a single move, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

Both of them had showered in the afternoon, and only took a quick rinse before going to bed.

Less than ten minutes later, Duan Yiheng came out of the bathroom.

He turned off the bathroom light, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and asked Lin Xi, "Do you want to turn off your light?"

Lin Xi looked up and saw that she was lying on the side of the sofa, and naturally she was too embarrassed to sleep facing Duan Yiheng, so she could only turn her back to him.

So the light in the small living room was too bright for her.

The light from the bedside table was soft and gentle, enveloping a halo of ambiguity; Lin Xi had already turned it off.

If we turn off this light in the small living room, the room will be completely dark.

She panicked and quickly said, "No, it won't close."

Duan Yiheng put his hand down and hung up the security chain behind the door.

The slightest sound seemed amplified several times in the quiet room, making Lin Xi inexplicably tense.

Duan Yiheng silently approached the bedside. From his perspective, Lin Xi's back was stiff and motionless.

There was only one bed and one blanket; she only grabbed a corner of the blanket.

"I'm up here?" Duan Yiheng asked in a soft voice.

"Mmm," Lin Xi responded with a sticky, muffled sound.

In fact, she was frowning deeply because of the glaring light.

She won't be able to sleep that night.

The hotel bed was very soft, and Lin Xi noticed that there seemed to be a depression behind her.

Duan Yiheng was tall and strong, and once he got on the bed, he took up most of the bed.

Lin Xi subtly stretched outwards.

Duan Yiheng caught her movement out of the corner of his eye and said, "The bed is big. If you move any further to the side, you might fall off the bed at night."

Lin Xi knew this, but she preferred to fall off the bed.

Duan Yiheng usually sleeps on his back, and the light was too bright, so he shifted his legs and said, "How about we turn on the bedside lamp?"

Lin Xi turned her head and asked, "Isn't it too dazzling?"

Duan Yiheng nodded.

Since he had said that, Lin Xi couldn't refuse. She raised her arm and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

She exclaimed a short "Oops!": "It's too early to close it."

Duan Yiheng reached out and turned on the bedside lamp: "Lie still, I'll turn it on."

The bedside lamp in a hotel is usually on the wall above the bedside table, but Duan Yiheng glanced at it and didn't see it.

Lin Xi reminded him, "It's on the headboard."

Duan Yiheng stood up and saw that there were indeed buttons on the side of the back panel. He took a closer look and found that they could adjust the brightness and color.

He adjusted the color to a warm yellow tone and then lowered the darkness, turning to ask Lin Xi, "Is this alright?"

Compared to the lamp on Duan Yiheng's bedside table, this backlighting was negligible.

The orange-yellow light was contained by the lampshade, and the light, as if trying to break free, illuminated half of his face.

The half of Lin Xi's face was hidden in the dim shadows.

From a full forehead to a high nose bridge, and then to a sharp jawline, the contours resemble towering mountains stretching across the night.

Lin Xi stared at it, lost in thought for a moment.

She had always known that Duan Yiheng was good-looking, but she had never looked at him closely.

It's a kind of handsomeness completely different from Duan Mingxuan's, and this handsomeness is not only reflected in his face, but also in the maturity that his career and age have brought him.

This is something Duan Mingxuan will never have.

For a moment, Duan Yiheng was also looking at Lin Xi.

He recalled the man across the hall saying that Lin Xi was a "white rose," but Duan Yiheng didn't think so.

She is clearly a jasmine flower, "refined and elegant, gentle as the moon."

One glance is appreciation, two glances are blasphemy.

He not only looked at it, he also kissed it.

Duan Yiheng looked away and asked again, "Is the lighting okay?"

Lin Xi suddenly snapped back to reality, secretly annoyed that she seemed to have fallen into a trance.

"Okay," she replied hastily, and lay down.

Both of them had rested during the day, and people were still talking in the corridor from time to time. At this hour, no one could fall asleep.

Lin Xi desperately needed something to break the silence in the room, and muttered to herself, "Can I watch TV in the room?"

Duan Yiheng reached out and took the remote control, saying, "It should work."

The CEO had never turned on the TV himself before, so he pressed the power button according to the Chinese prompts on the remote control.

After a while without any response, Lin Xi was about to get up to check when her phone suddenly rang.

She flipped her hand and saw that it was a video call invitation from Duan Mingxuan!