Gently bite the jasmine

Lin Xi panicked for a moment, and Duan Yiheng sensed it.

He turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Xi sat up, leaning against the headboard, and showed Duan Yiheng her phone.

Her action seemed to be asking Duan Yiheng whether he should accept the offer.

Duan Yiheng said, "Take the call, I won't say anything."

Lin Xi gave him a grateful look, then answered Duan Mingxuan's video call.

"Xiao Xi, I heard that there was a heavy rain in H City that affected flights. Where are you now?"

Duan Mingxuan's voice was always full of energy, as if it could reach Lin Xi through the screen.

"I'm fine, I'm in a hotel near the airport."

The television, which had been sluggish for a long time, suddenly turned on, its volume deafening. Lin Xi subconsciously glanced to the side, the words "Turn the volume down" stuck in her throat.

"What's that sound? You're not alone?" Duan Mingxuan raised his thick eyebrows arrogantly, but his tone was urgent and irritable.

Lin Xi's heart was pounding, and she said in a trembling voice, "I'm alone, just watching TV for a bit out of boredom."

Duan Mingxuan visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, Xiao Xi, Mo Mo was a little emotional, and I've been busy until now to call you."

Lin Xi: "Is she alright?"

Duan Mingxuan frowned again, clearly reluctant to bring it up. He lay on his side on the sofa and asked, "When can you come back?"

Lin Xi: "Tomorrow should be fine, right?"

Duan Mingxuan: "Is it still raining over there?"

Lin Xi nodded: "It rained all day, and many places were flooded, but it has subsided a lot now. We should be able to take off tomorrow. I'm still waiting for the airline's notification."

"Then you must be careful," Duan Mingxuan said. "I'll pick you up from the airport."

"No," Lin Xi quickly stopped her. "I'll go straight to the company tomorrow."

She and Duan Yiheng were on the same flight, and they would definitely return together. If Duan Mingxuan saw them, there would be no shortage of entanglement.

Duan Mingxuan cursed, "Is Duan Yiheng alright? Will he die if he misses a day of work? Don't you have any humanity left? You didn't do it on purpose, is it necessary to make such a big deal out of it?"

Duan Yiheng looked over, and Lin Xi glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then awkwardly raised her hand and scratched her face twice.

"What does it have to do with him? I have to go to work anyway."

Duan Mingxuan: "Can't you take a day off?"

Lin Xi: "I took a week off because of a leg injury right after I finished training, so it wouldn't be good to take another leave."

Duan Mingxuan muttered, "Who told you to be his secretary? If you were in another department, I could get you a job in no time."

Lin Xi didn't want to bring up the past again, and under Duan Yiheng's oppressive gaze, she just wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"Mingxuan, I'm sleepy and want to go to sleep."

Duan Mingxuan pursed his lips, reluctant to hang up, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Lin Xi noticed and asked him, "What's wrong? Do you have something to say?"

Duan Mingxuan hummed in agreement: "I heard that Duan Yiheng went to H City on a business trip."

Lin Xi rubbed the pillow between her fingertips, and nodded, trying her best to remain calm: "I know."

"He didn't come back, did you know that?" Duan Mingxuan stared at her.

Lin Xi looked surprised: "Wasn't he supposed to finish his trip yesterday? Didn't he go back?"

Duan Mingxuan said, "No, but Assistant Qin is back. Isn't that strange?"

Lin Xi chuckled: "It is a bit strange, but he didn't tell me, so it must be a private trip."

Duan Mingxuan: "He has no relatives or friends in H City, so I'm asking you if he has contacted you."

Lin Xi shook his head vigorously: "No."

She really wanted to cry. Not only did she search for someone, but the two of them even ended up sleeping in the same bed because of the torrential rain.

However, this matter absolutely cannot be told to Duan Mingxuan.

Duan Yiheng's relationship with Chen Baiwei had just plummeted after he taught her a lesson. The truth had been revealed, and they could only wait for their grandfather to come back and mend things.

She would never dare to seek her own death.

Duan Mingxuan smiled and said, "Then I won't disturb your rest."

Lin Xi finally managed to cut off the video.

She bent her legs, grabbed the blanket, and secretly glanced at Duan Yiheng out of the corner of her eye, only to be caught red-handed by him.

“I swear,” Lin Xi raised her hand, “I didn’t say anything bad about you to him in private.”

Duan Yiheng scoffed, turned off the TV, and leaned closer to the TV.

His gaze traveled from bottom to top, finally settling on her eyes: "Then how will you prove it?"

Lin Xi was stunned: "How can you prove that? I definitely didn't say that."

Duan Yiheng sighed, as if he were deeply hurt: "I believe you haven't said it yourself, but you must have heard quite a few, right?"

Lin Xi opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

She had indeed heard quite a few things; Chen Baiwei and Duan Mingxuan had both said them, and even Duan Zheng always scolded him for being a rebellious son.

She was of low status and her voice carried little weight, so she could only remain silent.

Duan Yiheng was just teasing her and didn't mean to make things difficult for her, so he smiled and said, "Go to sleep early."

He lay down with his back to her.

Lin Xi sat for a while, then suddenly moved towards the center.

She raised her hand and poked Duan Yiheng's shoulder: "Are you angry?"

Duan Yiheng wasn't angry, but he didn't say anything either. He suddenly wondered what Lin Xi would do if he got angry? Would she coax him like she coaxed Duan Mingxuan?

"sorry."

Duan Yiheng chuckled; it wasn't quite what he had expected.

"I should speak up for you, but I..."

Her explanation sounded like sophistry; she was clearly a silent accomplice.

Lin Xi started to say something, but then couldn't continue.

Duan Yiheng sensed something was off about her tone and tried to turn over, but Lin Xi, seeing that he didn't speak, suddenly knelt up.

He had just reached out his hand when he suddenly turned around.

Lin Xi lost her balance and fell onto Duan Yiheng. The mattress was squeezed between them by their weight, causing Lin Xi to fall on top of him.

Duan Yiheng subconsciously raised his hand and put his arm around her waist.

The room was warm, and the two were wearing only thin clothing. Beneath the fabric, their body heat mingled, like intertwined breaths.

In fact, the two were indeed very close; Lin Xi's nose almost touched Duan Yiheng's lips.

When Lin Xi received Duan Mingxuan's video call, Duan Yiheng turned off the bright desk lamp.

Now, only the faint light from behind the bed can illuminate the room, outlining the overlapping silhouettes.

Thump thump——

The two faced each other, eye to eye, unable to tell which heart was beating.

Duan Yiheng's shoulder fabric was already crumpled from being pinched, but Lin Xi was oblivious, lost in his inscrutable eyes.

His eyes were dimmer than the room itself, and damper than a downpour.

The body beneath her was frighteningly hot, leaving Lin Xi speechless as she tried to get up, trembling.

Duan Yiheng clenched his fists and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Lin Xi's eyes trembled with fright, and she grabbed his arm, whispering, "Hand..."

Duan Yiheng loosened his grip on her waist, and Lin Xi was about to get up when suddenly her waist tightened.

Duan Yiheng pressed his palm against her lower back again, pinning her against his chest.

Lin Xi stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered.

"What have you apologized for?" Duan Yiheng asked in a calm tone.