Rong Yi cleared his throat. "Huh, how strange—why does drinking water make the pain go away?"
Qiqi shrugged. "Because my saliva can heal injuries!"
Rong Yi froze for a moment, then suddenly leaned over the edge of the bed, retching. "You! You! You gave me your spit—"
Qiqi shrugged again. "I didn't want to do it either, but some people were just asking for it. I had no choice..."
That noon, Qiqi called Zhuang Ruotong to invite her to lunch.
First, she wanted to thank Zhuang Ruotong for lending her the dress. Second, she planned to share some juicy gossip from the ball—that girl had called early, insisting Qiqi come in person to spill the details and satisfy her insatiable curiosity... And third, she might as well tell her that the borrowed dress was probably going to become a gift!
Two days ago, too anxious about Rong Yi's whereabouts, Qiqi had stayed in the yard, worried sick, and forgot to change clothes. Yesterday, when Rong Yi returned, she was too busy healing him to remember either... By the time she finally had a moment to rest and clean the blood off herself, she realized she was still wearing that expensive little dress from the ball...
The black gown was already soaked through with blood, with a few spots corroded by sulfuric acid on the back. The fabric was wrinkled and ruined beyond recognition...
Qiqi washed the dress clean and tucked it away at the bottom of her wardrobe. No way was she daring to show it to Zhuang Ruotong—those tears and creases would definitely trigger that girl's gossip instincts, sparking wild imaginings of some catastrophic incident involving the evening gown...
After hanging up, Qiqi wiped the residual bloodstains off her crystal jewelry, sighing—people really shouldn't be vain! Every bit of vanity comes with a heavy price...
As she busied herself, two familiar "beep-beep" car honks sounded from outside the yard gate. Qiqi's heart jumped—was Zhuang Ruotong here? Hadn't they agreed to meet directly at the restaurant?
She hurried to the yard and opened the gate—sure enough, it was Zhuang Ruotong! That girl had not only driven her flashy red Ferrari but was also dressed even more stunningly than the car itself!
Qiqi looked baffled. "Zhuang Ruotong, why are you here? Didn't we agree to meet at the restaurant entrance?"
Zhuang Ruotong locked the car door with a smooth, crisp motion, brushed past Qiqi, and strode into the yard. "I was going straight to the restaurant, but there was a terrible traffic jam over there, so I took a detour to pick you up!"
She shot Qiqi a flirtatious glance. "It's so hot out, and you're too stingy to take a cab, lugging around a heavy dress box—how could I let you squeeze onto a bus? Of course, I had to come get you!"
Qiqi saw her sexy eyes darting around as she entered, heading straight for the study without pause, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Are you sure you're just here to pick me up? You're not really after something else, are you?"
Zhuang Ruotong turned back, her wavy hair flipping, her electrifying eyes flashing seductively. "You're right, I'm not just here for you—I'm here for my cousin..."
She lowered her voice, whispering, "I'm here to take you and Rong Yi to lunch together! I didn't get to see him last time—you can't refuse me this time, can you?"
This girl!
Qiqi's head started to ache—she didn't want to stop Zhuang Ruotong from meeting Rong Yi, but right now, Rong Yi had lost a lot of blood and could only lie in bed to recover. Anyone with eyes could tell he was just getting over an illness. If Zhuang Ruotong saw him, wouldn't she get suspicious?