Chapter 545: Chapter 545

The nascent thought, like wildfire, surged up, only to be fiercely suppressed by Chen Jiayan as it evolved toward an uncontrollable direction.

Until calm settled over his heart like still waters.

"Mm, a bit drunk, stay with me."

Her sweet voice now was both coquettish and languid, losing all its aggressive edge when drunk.

As if she was there for the taking.

Chen Jiayan pushed her hand away.

Xie Baola felt the force of his push, and her other hand grabbed his.

As if afraid he would pull away, she turned over, clasping his hand tightly beneath her.

Chen Jiayan gave a light tug, but surprisingly couldn’t pull free.

Xie Baola frowned, and her fair cheeks, usually rosy, now turned pale: "It’s awful to drink too much."

Chen Jiayan was amused at her: "No surprise there, who told you to drink so much."

She can’t handle beer yet acts tough.

Perhaps it was the courage of the inebriated, Xie Baola cheerfully said, "Of course, I was trying to seduce you."

And of course, she had never been a timid person.

All those words about liking him, trying to seduce him, flirting with him, she had never held back.

Only now, in her drunken state, she was even more brazen.

A man and a woman alone together, in such close quarters, sparks could easily fly.

But Chen Jiayan was ultimately different.

He had a scale in his heart, he wouldn’t easily touch upon emotions, and certainly not take advantage of someone under such circumstances.

Even if that woman was trying to seduce him incessantly.

"Drunk talk is not to be trusted."

A faint smile hovered around his lips.

Yet upon closer inspection, it was as if nothing was there.

Xie Baola felt aggrieved: "Chen Jiayan."

She called his name in a whiny tone, full of grievance: "Why are you so hard to seduce?"

Xie Baola was not only feeling sick in her stomach but also in her heart.

Pulling his hand to her chest.

As if to let him feel her emotions.

He could feel it now, right?

She really liked him so much.

Really wanted to have him.

How was he supposed to respond to that?

The emotions on Chen Jiayan’s face were unreadable, his voice inexplicably soothing: "Go to sleep for now, we’ll talk when you wake up tomorrow."

He paused, "But I hope you won’t regret what you did tonight when you wake up tomorrow."

"Are you really not going to stay with me?"

Xie Baola felt he was about to leave.

Her eyes lifted seductively, a pitiful look playing onto her features: "I really want to sleep with you."

His reply was a sharp "bang—"

Chen Jiayan left, slamming the door behind him.

Xie Baola watched the closed door, then under the influence of the alcohol, fell asleep.

Yet, before sleep took her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.

She had lowered herself, yet he still adhered to his bottom line.

He was truly difficult.

Really too hard to handle.

With the bed occupied, Chen Jiayan could only sleep on the couch where Xie Baola had just laid.

Her scent seemed to linger.

Chen Jiayan hugged a pillow, only to feel Xie Baola’s scent even stronger.

He irritably tossed the pillow away.

Yet, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The man who guarded himself had finally been thoroughly affected.

Xie Baola woke up to a splitting headache.

She lay face down on the bed, feeling woozy.

She remained in that position for several minutes before sitting up.

Hotel room facilities are all the same.

But Xie Baola still realized that this was not her room.

She looked around and found Chen Jiayan’s white shirt.

So she ended up at Chen Jiayan’s place?

Xie Baola looked down at herself.

Her eyes swept over in disappointment.

She was still wearing last night’s clothes.

It seemed Chen Jiayan really hadn’t done anything to her last night.

How could she not love him more now?

Xie Baola went back to the living room and saw Chen Jiayan on the phone.

She didn’t disturb him.

She poured a glass of water to drink.

Chen Jiayan finished his call.

His gaze swept over her glass.

His tone was indifferent.

Xie Baola leaned against the wall, her gaze puzzled: "How come I’m here at your place?"

Chen Jiayan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, almost imperceptibly: "Seems like you’ve forgotten what you did last night."

Xie Baola only remembered bits and pieces.

It seemed she wouldn’t let go of Chen Jiayan’s hand, hoping he would stay with her.

The rest she didn’t know.

Since she’d forgotten, Chen Jiayan didn’t bring it up again.

"We’re heading back to Hai City in a bit, go get ready."

Xie Baola returned to her own room and when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she was stunned for a full minute.

Well... after all, it was the morning after a night’s sleep, that was normal.

But the smudged lipstick was truly unsightly.

Xie Baola hurriedly wiped the lipstick off with her hand.

She washed her face with cold water; she was awake now, still unable to recall what had happened last night.

After having dim sum at the restaurant, the group made their way back to Hai City.

Xie Baola sat in Da Pao’s car contemplating life.

"Why aren’t you riding with Jiayan?"

Da Pao found it strange.

In Sucheng, Xie Baola was always glued to Chen Jiayan.

Xie Baola drawled lazily: "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, haven’t you heard?"

Da Pao was amused by her words: "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

Xie Baola sighed: "Right, I think so too."

Xie Baola shook her head: "I was drunk last night."

"Oh, you were drunk?"

Rare for Miss Xie to be drunk.

Definitely faking it!

Da Pao had that smug expression again: "Did you manage to have your way with Jiayan completely?"

Xie Baola’s brow knotted.

But her clothes were perfectly intact.

Failing to seduce properly, Xie Baola felt utterly humiliated.

She still didn’t know what she had done last night.

She subtly probed, and Chen Jiayan remained silent on the matter. The most update n0vels are published on NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

Right now, she needed to cool down.

Da Pao clicked his tongue: "Forget it, you don’t have to say it, just by looking I can tell nothing happened, you’re really hopeless, Xie Paula."

Xie Baola surprisingly agreed with him: "Yeah, I think so too, I’m starting to doubt I have any charm in front of Chen Jiayan."

Da Pao relished in her misfortune: "Like I said, I suggest you find another man."

Switch to another man? Of course not.

Apart from Chen Jiayan, she couldn’t see anyone else.

Back in Hai City’s mall, Xie Baola retrieved her car and drove back to Begonia Joy Mansion.

She lay dead at home all day, then inspiration struck at night, and she continued to work on her script.

When the first draft was ready, Xie Baola invited Qiao Xi and Su Tutu to read it.

It was a two-lead female script.

She wanted to invite Qiao Xi and Su Tutu as her leads.

After reviewing her initial draft, they both approved.

But the script needed more revisions.

Sitting in front of the computer, unable to type a word, Xie Baola sent a WeChat message to Chen Jiayan.