Marry Me Quick

Chapter 742 Xia, Let&aposs Go To Bed

Xia was pouring wine into her glass when a bony hand suddenly snatched the wine bottle.

Her heart pounded at once, but upon hearing the person's voice, her heart rate recovered.

"Drinking too much is not good for your health." Xiyi's voice was attractive, just like his appearance. He was a trustable and dignified man.

He and Jingshu were completely different — Jingshu was a playboy and was popular among women. He was good at coaxing women and breaking their hearts.

"Today's Ziyue's joyous occasion. I'm drinking to celebrate." She paused briefly and added, "I'm not drunk."

To prove that, she put down the glass and turned around at the spot. However, she had a dizzy spell while turning halfway.

The dizziness came so suddenly that Xia lost her balance. She thought Xiyi would help him because they were friends, but he didn't. Xia forgave him, knowing he was a clean freak.

However, she did feel the pain as expected — someone supported her.

Xiao shook her head in a daze, thankful for the kind person.

She stood up unsteadily before she could see the person clearly and mumbled, "Thank… you."

The person who helped her did not let go of her. She frowned in confusion as she found the person familiar. Why does he look so much like Jingshu, the jerk?

She blurted what was on her mind. She pointed at the man and stammered, "M-Mr. Kind Man, you look just like Jingshu, the jerk."

Xia couldn't tell if it was her hallucination, but the man seemed irritated.

"I'm not scolding you. Why are you angry?"

She pushed the man, but the man refused to release her.

"Look closely. It's me!" Jingshu tightened his grip around Xia's waist, and his voice tinged with anger.

What a familiar voice…

Xia shook her head and looked closely at the man.

A few seconds later, her eyes widened when she recognized who the man was. Then, she punched him in the face.

"I don't care who you are. Anyone who looks like Jingshu deserves to be beaten up!"

Xia was weak after getting drunk, so Jingshu only felt a tingling sensation from her punch.

Nonetheless, the commotion she caused attracted the attention of the other guests.

Jingshu carried her and saw Chuan approaching them, so he informed Chuan, "I'll send her to her room and be right back."

Arching his brows, Chuan nodded and gave Jingshu a bold look.

Jingshu shot a glare at him. "Pervert!"

Chuan sneered, "Call me a loser if you appear at this hall again tonight."

Jingshu ignored Chuan and despised his depravity. However, he gulped uncontrollably when he lowered his head to look at Xiao, who was still mumbling something in his arms.

He also noticed Xia had lost weight. She was a cheerful and bubbly girl. Although it had been three years since she graduated and started working, she still emanated an energetic aura like a student. At the same time, she exhibited a certain mature charisma as a twenty-six-year-old lady. Such contrast made her even more attractive.

Compared to Xia, Jingshu felt like his life was a canvas with scattered and messy paintings, impure and complicated.

However, precisely this stark contrast attracted them to each other.

Xia was restless in his arms. Jingshu needed to reach out for the lift button, so he put her down and made her lean on him.

Xia wore a pair of high-heels that night. Facing him, she leaned her head against his shoulder. Jingshu could feel her warm breath on his neck.

The neck was a sensitive body part. Moreover, Xia was the woman he loved.

Jingshu's facial muscles tensed up as he helped Xia into the lift.

After entering the lift, Xia collapsed weakly in Jingshu's arms as her legs felt like jelly.

Jingshu felt a brief moment of pleasure, followed by intense agony.

When they finally entered the room, he wanted to put Xia onto the bed, but Xia stubbornly clung to him.

He couldn't forcefully pull her away and toss her onto the bed. She was drunk. Although the bed was soft, being thrown onto it would make her feel worse.

So, Jingshu could only coax her gently. "Xia, let's go to bed, alright?"

"Huh?" Xia lifted her head and stared at Jingshu in a daze when she heard the familiar voice.

Looking innocent and confused, she mumbled, "Jingshu?"

Jingshu felt a dryness in his throat. Finally, he couldn't endure it anymore. He firmly grasped the back of her head and kissed her fervently. His kiss was fierce, as he agonized every second during their separation that lasted for half a year.