The night was a blur, with the dim yellow lights of the hotel exuding an ambiguous atmosphere. Zhao Xi'er thought everything tonight was set to fall into place, as she earnestly leaned close to Mu Lingqian.
However, as she neared Mu Lingqian, just as she was about to kiss his lips, she did not touch the thin lips she had long admired. When only a centimeter was left between them, Mu Lingqian dodged her, casually increasing the distance between them.
Zhao Xi'er, who had closed her eyes, stumbled forward due to Mu Lingqian's evasion, nearly falling. She opened her eyes in astonishment, managing to steady herself after considerable effort. She looked at Mu Lingqian, who was within arm's reach, her eyes full of surprise—it was supposed to have been a done deal.
Mu Lingqian paid no attention to Zhao Xi'er's shock; he simply said coldly, "I'm tired, I'll have someone take you home." With that, Mu Lingqian ordered the bodyguard following him, "Send Miss Xi home."
"Yes, BOSS."