Ye Moxuan pinched her chin and kissed her. His pale lips carried a faint coolness—like falling snowflakes—but after it met with hers, it gradually became searing hot.
Han Muzi watched as he closed his eyes in concentration and his hands moved from pinching her chin to holding her face. Kissing her with all his heart and emotions, if not for the thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead, she would have believed that this was a beautiful moment for him. It was a pity, but she felt her heart aching for him as she took it all in through her eyes. A kiss may excite him, but can it make him forget the pain?
As the thought passed through her mind, she blinked. Didn’t we agree before: he’s not allowed to kiss me without my permission. But, it’s an exception right now. Should I just… respond in kind?
Deep in her thoughts, the feeling of his lips on hers disappeared suddenly. Coming back to her senses, she saw him staring gloomily at her. Ahem… Don’t tell me, I was too focused thinking about other things, and he realized that I was distracted?
Feeling awkward, Han Muzi subconsciously chewed on her lower lip, then took the initiative to kiss him. Ye Moxuan’s pupils dilated considerably. In the next moment, he dangerously narrowed his eyes, then pressed the back of her head and took control of the kiss. As they kissed passionately in the manor, the sweetness of the kiss steadily chased away the uneasiness and pain he felt.
On the other side, in a house at the Sunshine Community, Xiao Su was leisurely sitting on a sofa, sipping the coffee made in the ghostwriter’s house. Then, he lifted his eyes to look at her; she was sitting with her back to him, working on her laptop.
She had been sitting there for close to half an hour. When he was done with his coffee, he got up to pour himself another cup. As he was refilling his coffee, he noticed that, although her house was not big, she knew how to enjoy life. Her kitchen was very large and was filled with all sorts of appliances—a coffee machine, a bread maker, and a cake mixer among others; she had everything. Furthermore, the fridge was filled to the brim with ingredients. In the past, he heard that ghostwriters were deadbeat homebodies—it was either instant noodles or takeaways. However, seeing as her fridge was filled with fresh ingredients, she probably cooked her meals.
Drinking his coffee, he suddenly thought of something; he looked toward the back of the ghostwriter. Something isn’t quite right. She had been sitting there for 30 minutes. Why has she not said a single word or even got up for a bit? Furthermore, he only asked for a revision; did she need that much time to do it?
Frowning, he placed the coffee cup down, then called out to her, “Hey.”
There was no response.
Xiao Su arched his eyebrows. Is she seriously focused on her work? Why do I feel as if something is amiss? After waiting for a few more minutes, she continued to remain motionless. This is too unusual. With no other choice, he stood up and walked over to her. “Are you done? Why are you taking so long to revise a single document? Are you really a professional ghostwriter?”
While speaking, he circled around to face her, then casually glanced at her laptop before looking up at her face. The ghostwriter was sitting there, but her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly ajar—she was sleeping soundly.
Xiao Su was confused. Who could tell him what was going on? Wasn’t she revising her draft? Why was she asleep in front of her laptop? How did she manage to fall asleep while keeping her back straight? In her sleep, she smacked her mouth. Then, she tilted her head and went back to sleep.
Speechless, he thought, Great; she’s very good at sleeping. Unable to rein in his anger, he reached out and rapped against her desk.
Knock-knock-knock! As if she did not hear it, she continued to sleep soundly.
Losing his patience, he rapped against the desk forcefully. Knock-knock-knock! This time around, he had used quite a lot of strength. If she still did not wake up, then she was truly amazing…
His guess wasn’t wrong; she showed no reaction at all. She almost seemed like an immortal cultivator deep in meditation—unable to hear any sounds or disturbances from the outside. As his confusion reached its peak, he saw a wad of cotton stuffed in her ears.
Smiling mockingly, he reached out to pull out the wads of cotton from both her ears. He planned to take out the cotton, wake her up, and demand that she took care of business. However, when he reached out to pull out the cotton, her hair got caught in his fingers, and he accidentally pulled out a small fistful of hair instead.
“Ow!” In the next second, the house rang out with a shriek that sounded more pitiful than the squeal of a dying pig.
Looking down at the small fistful of hair in his hand, he unwittingly swallowed nervously. It was… an accident.
“F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!” Waking up from her sleep, she immediately took in the fistful of black hair in his hand, then exploded in rage. “What is the meaning of this, Mr. Xiao? I was just slacking off for a bit! I made the revision you wanted, didn’t I? What do you have against me? Why did you attack me?!”
Xiao Su was so confused he couldn’t reply.
“Why did you have to pull out my hair?! Do you know how precious hair is to people like me who write for a living? Trying to come up with writing material every day has caused my hair to fall out drastically, yet you still pulled out my hair… Sob sob sob…”
Hair loss was the nightmare of every girl—especially for people with a high hairline. Moreover, Jiang Xiaobai not only had a high hairline, but she also experienced hair loss. More importantly, ever since she started writing, her hair fall became more severe than before.
Despite scouring the internet every day looking for ways to grow more hair, her hair was like a temperamental creature. No matter what she did, it failed to show results, and her hair fell out steadily, day by day. In the first place, she did not have that much hair, so it felt like she was going to turn bald soon. And now… Xiao Su had pulled out a fistful of her hair.
Her trembling fingers reached up and tenderly touched the sore spot on her head. She felt her fingers touch her scalp—there was no hair left in that spot.
Jiang Xiaobai burst into tears. Stepping forward, she grabbed him by his shirt collar and screamed resentfully. “Tell me; just what do you have against my hair?! Why did you have to do that to my hair?!”
He was a man of reason, however, he had pulled out a small fistful of a lady’s hair; even if he had a legitimate reason, it was useless now. It was so unexpected that, despite being questioned and grabbed by the collar, he could not come up with a reply.
“I’m telling you; if you don’t give me a satisfactory answer today, I won’t let you go! Don’t think I’ll help you revise this draft either! Don’t even hope to take one step out of this house today!”
Xiao Su said nothing and looked at her a little exasperatedly. Is this the same girl as before? How did she turn into such a dominatrix in the blink of an eye? Is it all because of a fistful of hair? However, looking at the amount of hair she had… Xiao Su apologized with some difficulty. “Sorry, it wasn’t intentional. I just wanted to help you remove the cotton, but—”
“You were just waiting for an opportunity to get back at me! How could you have messed up my hair if you were trying to take out the cotton?!”
