Chapter 105 – Who Am I To You
Jiang Ruolan put down the cell phone and looked at the screen, which had turned dark. Who was that? That person was very rude.
She frowned and didn't think much about it. She looked through the phone book but couldn't find the driver's number.
Jiang Ruolan didn't know which number was the driver's number and she couldn't call anyone and ask if they were Xian Zihao's driver.
She couldn't bear the headache that came at this moment.
Jiang Ruolan glanced at Xian Zihao.
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After 20 minutes —
Jiang Ruolan got out of the car and looked at the house in the residential complex and saw that it was dark.
Jiang Yijun wasn't home yet?
She turned around and opened the car door, carefully helping the alcohol reeking man out. Xian Zihao was more than 1.8 meters tall, and it was very difficult for her to support him.
It took Jiang Ruolan another 10 minutes before she managed to bring him up the stairs.
Jiang Ruolan took out the key Jiang Yijun had given her and opened the door. She then immediately dragged Xian Zihao inside.
She used one hand to climb the wall and find the light switch. She turned on the light and closed the door, then dragged Xian Zihao all the way to her temporary bedroom.
*Bang!*
Jiang Ruolan had just taken a step into the bedroom when she suddenly heard a muffled bang and turned her head around. Xian Zihao's head actually hit the door frame, and she quickly reached out to rub it.
Xian Zihao had sobered up a little from the impact. He opened his eyes and slowly looked at her.
"Does it hurt?" Jiang Ruolan suppressed the smile on her face and saw that there was a patch of red on his forehead as if the place he had hit was the same as the one he had hit on the car seat.
Jiang Ruolan raised her hand to rub Xian Zihao's forehead. She looked as if she was coaxing a child, "Be good, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'll help you massage it."
"You live here?" Xian Zihao frowned and avoided her hand.
Jiang Ruolan's hand froze in mid-air. What an ungrateful person. She was too lazy to help him. She simply let go of his arm to allow him to stand on his own.
Xian Zihao leaned against the door and staggered for a moment.
Jiang Ruolan coldly snorted. "What's wrong? Do you think this house is too small? It didn't meet your standards? Then when I asked at which hotel you were staying, why did you not answer?"
Xian Zihao cast a glance at her but did not enter the bedroom. With one hand on the wall, he asked, "Where is the bathroom?"
"Over there." She pointed to the bathroom opposite.
Xian Zihao unsteadily walked to the bathroom and closed the door. After about two minutes, Jiang Ruolan heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Moments later, Xian Zihao opened the door and walked out.
He seemed to wash his face with cold water. Under the fluorescent light, his handsome face was still a little pale. Xian Zihao staggered back to Jiang Ruolan's bedroom door and placed his hand on the door frame.
"Have you decided? Are you going back to the hotel or are you going to stay here?" Jiang Ruolan pursed her lips and looked into his dark, drunken eyes.
She wanted to say, 'Are you awake? Are you going to ask someone to bring you back to the hotel yourself, or should I take you back to the hotel?'. However, it was not appropriate for her to send out the order so straightforwardly, so she could only ask more discreetly.
Although she didn't say it directly, Xian Zihao understood the meaning behind her gaze.
He didn't move, and after looking at Jiang Ruolan for a moment, he snorted and went into her bedroom.
"Sigh, you –" Seeing Xian Zihao enter her bedroom, Jiang Ruolan immediately turned around. Just when she was about to ask if he was really drunk or just playing with her, her waist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Xian Zihao grabbed her waist and pulled her inside.
The light in the bedroom was not lit, and in the dim light that came from the living room, Xian Zihao's eyes were as deep as a pool.
The strong smell of alcohol and the unique yet pleasant scent of his body enveloped her body. His slightly burning lips moved slightly against her, "Were you worried about me? Hmm?"
Xian Zihao kissed her on the corner of her mouth, and there was a smile in his voice. His voice touched her most sensitive nerve in an instant.
Jiang Ruolan stared straight at the man in front of her. She pressed herself stiffly against the cold wall and took a long time before she could recover her wits. "It's not like I'm wrong to care about you."
"Do you really care about me?" Xian Zihao narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on her. A hoarse voice came from between their lips. "Jiang Ruolan, who am I to you?"
Jiang Ruolan lifted her eyes and met his dark eyes.
"I …" The word she wanted to say was swallowed again by him. Xian Zihao's long arm wrapped around the back of her neck, and he restrained all her movements as she tried to struggle.
Xian Zihao's lips were moist and cool. This time, he didn't act the way he did the previous two times. He raised his head and glared at her.
Jiang Ruolan resisted even more, but he easily pressed down on her moving hand, turning his head to her ear and whispering, "Answer me, why do you care about me? Who am I to you?"
As Xian Zihao spoke, his lips caressed Jiang Ruolan's ears, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She almost lost control of her voice. She bit down on her lower lip and tilted her head, trying to avoid his gentle yet bewitching kiss.