Listening to the ambiguous words, Song Qiao felt an unbearable heat surge through his body.
He patted his forehead, took a deep breath, his eyes burning with intensity as he stared at the person before him.
To him, Alice's sheer veil at this moment was no different from wearing nothing.
His face flushed, and a trace of bloodshot appeared in his eyes.
Alice pressed her advantage, a seductive smile gracing her lips as she gracefully approached and naturally sat on Song Qiao's lap.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her face resting softly against his chest, her alluring eyes glistening like silk. In a sweet, soft voice, she said,
"Song, stay with me, won't you?"
A siren!
Truly a siren!
No wonder she came from the Xue Rong Camp.
With deliberate effort, every movement exuded an irresistible charm.
Yet, facing Alice's temptation, Song Qiao couldn't help but swallow. His voice was dry and hoarse as he said,
"Alright, stop messing around. Let's just sleep. I have things to do tomorrow."
He was doing his best to suppress the desires raging within him.
Alice blinked her eyes. She could sense Song Qiao's current physical state.
Therefore, she was a bit surprised by Song Qiao's refusal. Her eyes, clear and pure like those of an innocent child, looked at Song Qiao.
"Song..."
Her gentle voice made Song Qiao's heart itch like it was being scratched by a cat.
It made him want to immediately teach the person wriggling in his arms a severe lesson!
As the thought crossed his mind, Song Qiao quickly shook his head, banishing the messy thoughts from his head.
"Alice, you have to report to the Ye Corporation tomorrow. Get some rest early. It's your first day, after all. Being late wouldn't be good."
Saying this, he gently picked Alice up and placed her aside. He stood up and took a few steps back, genuinely afraid.
Facing Alice's wistful gaze, Song Qiao's face contorted in bitterness.
"There'll be plenty of time later. There's no need to dwell on this moment."
"Besides, Alice, you don't need to deliberately try to please me. You should focus on starting your new life well, understand?"
Upon hearing this, Alice's heart warmed slightly. A deep affection welled up in her eyes as she looked at Song Qiao.
This man was damnedly perfect.
She, Alice, had decided he was hers!
And women from the Snow Country never liked to hide their feelings. Since her heart harbored affection, she wouldn't conceal it.
Alice stood up and took a few steps forward, wrapping her arms around Song Qiao's waist. Feeling his stiffening body, Alice pursed her red lips and said softly,
"But I love you. I only want to be with you, Song. Please, just stay and keep me company..."
"You little rascal." Song Qiao tapped his forehead, feeling utterly helpless. He looked at Alice, who was hugging him, and said softly,
"I was just passing by back then. Calm down first."
"I am very calm, Song." Alice tilted her head up, her large eyes brimming with tenderness, making Song Qiao's throat bob.
Yet, even so, Song Qiao remained motionless.
Alice's eyelids drooped slightly, as if she were a little dejected.
Before Song Qiao could speak, Alice sighed softly and said slowly,
"Then, before you leave, how about you have a bowl of sweet soup? I made it myself. You must try it."
With that, she released Song Qiao and went into the kitchen, returning with two bowls of sweet soup.
The soup was clear, with faint red streaks, and its aroma was sweet and fragrant.
Looking at the two bowls of soup, Song Qiao sat on the sofa, his eyes filled with surprise. As he held the bowl, the red threads in the soup seemed to move slowly, making it look exceptionally beautiful.
"Try it, Song."
Alice propped her face on her hand, looking at Song Qiao with expectant eyes.
But Song Qiao smiled helplessly. He glanced at the bowl of soup and suddenly teased,
"You're in such a hurry. Is this bowl of sweet soup poisoned?"
To think Song Qiao would suggest such a thing, Alice's expression immediately turned unhappy. She let out a soft hmph, pouted, picked up the other bowl of sweet soup, and drank it down in one gulp.
Setting the bowl down, Alice stuck out her tongue to lick the sweet soup from her lips. Her wet eyes were fixed on Song Qiao.
"See? No poison. Hurry up and try it. This is my specialty drink, it's very sweet."
Finally, Song Qiao couldn't resist Alice's persuasion and drank all the sweet soup in the bowl.
After finishing, Song Qiao wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and stood up.
"Alright, be good, don't fool around. I..."
Mid-sentence, Song Qiao suddenly felt something was wrong, and his voice trailed off abruptly.
He looked at Alice, his eyes wide with disbelief.
At that moment, he felt his body react intensely, and his consciousness began to blur.
His burning body made him feel extremely uncomfortable, urgently needing something to cool him down.
Seeing him like this, Alice's eyes curved seductively, and she swayed her body as she walked over.
The moment she touched Song Qiao, he pounced on her like a hungry wolf.
"Song, the women from Xue Rong Camp trained for so many years at Xue Rong Camp, and they all learned this trick. You were careless..."
Looking at Song Qiao, who was biting and clinging to her, Alice murmured softly. At the same time, the sheer veil she wore slowly slipped away.
Song Qiao's eyes were crimson, his breathing heavy. Naked, they met on the sofa in a fiery embrace.
The next day.
The curtains were drawn, blocking the sunlight. In the dimly lit room, on a large bed, Song Qiao's eyes snapped open, startled from sleep. He sat up.
The blanket covering him fell away, leaving him feeling a chill.
He looked down and was stunned.
He was completely naked, and beside him, Alice was sleeping soundly.
At that moment, Song Qiao pulled at the corner of his mouth, feeling a pang of exasperation.
He immediately tried to stand up, but his body felt weak, and he nearly fell.
The exhaustion made Song Qiao smile bitterly. He shook his head and turned to look at Alice, sighing.
"It seems I can never mess with professionals like this again. It's truly impossible to guard against."
As he spoke, Song Qiao looked at the sky outside.
It was already quite late.
"Alice."
Song Qiao called out, simultaneously getting dressed.
By the time Alice woke up, Song Qiao was fully dressed and standing by the bed.
He had promised Mo Ling that he would meet her today.
Alice, groggy, rubbed her eyes and looked at Song Qiao blankly.
Song Qiao smiled dotingly, ruffling her hair.
"I'm going out. Don't forget about your own matters."
"Mmm~" Alice responded softly. Song Qiao's body stiffened slightly. He glanced at Alice and then turned to leave.
His meeting with Mo Ling was scheduled at the shooting range.
He had just arrived and before he could send a message, he saw Mo Ling walking towards him with another woman.
Song Qiao's gaze instinctively shifted towards the woman.
That one glance stunned him, causing him to make an incredibly comical movement.
He rubbed his eyes. After confirming he wasn't mistaken, he was filled with disbelief.
This woman was an acquaintance!