She was both embarrassed and flustered, at a complete loss for what to do.
Rong Yi slowly turned around, his back to Qiqi, and took off his black shirt. He tossed the shirt behind him without looking, and it landed squarely over Qiqi.
"It's fine. After all, I've already seen what I should have seen, and even what I shouldn't have... I'll step out first. Go back to your room and change."
He uttered these words slowly, then gracefully walked out.
Huh? So that's how it is...
Qiqi wished the ground would crack open so she could crawl into it.
Just then, Rong Yi reached the bathroom door but paused, speaking with his back still turned: "Qiqi, now that things have come to this between us, why not just marry me?"
A loud "thud" sounded behind him—Qiqi had slipped and fallen into the bathtub.
Qiqi returned to her room to change, her face flushed as she sat by the window, unsure whether she should go out. How awkward, utterly awkward.
Actually, the details of when the drug took effect were hazy to her, because by the end she had completely lost her senses and didn't know what she was doing. But her mind stubbornly clung to a faint impression—that she had, under the drug's influence, lost control and, uh, forcefully kissed Rong Yi?
Oh heavens, just recalling that was enough to make her die of shame.
And on top of that, she had been exposed in the bathtub, completely seen by him.
Thinking back to Rong Yi's last words before leaving, Qiqi clutched her head and let out a groan—was that his way of proposing to her? Proposing over a kiss? Rong Yi, are you joking? This is too terrifying.
Just then, a knocking sound came from outside the door—Rong Yi was tapping: "Qiqi, are you okay? Haven't you changed yet?"
She had been in the bedroom for quite a while, making him a bit worried. After all, he didn't fully understand the kidnapping incident; tonight, he needed to get the full story from her to take precautions as soon as possible.
Qiqi realized this too, so she gritted her teeth—well, what's the worst that could happen?
Summoning her courage, she opened the door. Rong Yi was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking down at her with a smile.
"Changed? Let's go eat then." He cleared his throat lightly and naturally took her hand.
Earlier, while Qiqi was changing, he had called for takeout. Considering she hadn't eaten dinner and had been through an ordeal since evening, it was now ten o'clock at night—she must be tired and hungry, right?
Qiqi felt strange being led by Rong Yi's hand. She moved her fingers, trying to pull away, but he held on tightly.
He guided her to the small kitchen table, set out chopsticks and a bowl for her, and they began to eat.
The dishes were plentiful, light flavors that Qiqi liked, but after a few bites, she lost her appetite.
Who wouldn't feel uneasy and unable to eat under such an unusually tender gaze from a handsome guy?
Indeed, Rong Yi's eyes had been glued to her with affection from the start, his smile never fading.
Qiqi put down her chopsticks.
"Qiqi, won't you eat a bit more?" Rong Yi asked softly.
"No, I'm full."
His gentleness at this moment only made her more uneasy.
Rong Yi didn't press further. He cleared the dishes, piled the dirty plates into the sink, then tied on an apron and put on rubber gloves, naturally starting to wash them.
Qiqi shivered—washing dishes was something Rong Yi used to avoid at all costs, only doing it when she nagged him. Why was he so obedient tonight?