Wait a minute, what did he just call her? Little thing? Is she that little? And how old is he? Why should he call her little thing?
Wait a minute, why is he speaking fluent Chinese to her? He is obviously British, isn't he?
Wait a moment, last night, he seemed to be talking to me in Chinese. So, could it be said that he was not drunk last night?
All kinds of questions hit her mind like a turbulent wave. No, she had to ask clearly, how could she be eaten up and wiped clean by someone so inexplicably?
"you……"
After just one syllable, she became a little timid.
The man looked at her leisurely, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for her to continue.
"Weren't you drunk last night?"
"No."
"How old are you now?"
The man frowned, how could anyone ask such a question? However, he still answered patiently: "Twenty-nine years old."
"Well, he is indeed quite old."
Pan Xichen nodded seriously, but considering that he was quite handsome, she would not suffer too much if he was a little older.
"Since you weren't drunk last night, why did you drag me into the room?"
She continued to ask seriously.
But when the man heard this question, he showed a puzzled expression.
"Aren't you a gift from them?"
"A gift? What gift?"
"Oh, my god!"
When the man heard Pan Xichen's rhetorical question, he realized that he had attracted the wrong person.
He covered his eyes with one hand speechlessly, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.
No wonder, she resisted so hard last night. No wonder, she turned out to be a virgin.
It turned out that he had simply attracted the wrong person.
"Sorry, I found the wrong person last night."
Since you are wrong, you must be brave enough to admit your mistake. Men adhere to this truth very well.
However, Pan Xichen was confused by his apology.
What is he talking about? He found the wrong person? Damn! He just asked her to forgive him for what he did last night?
What a beast! Although, she admitted that he was indeed handsome, but could he bully people like this if he was handsome?
Thinking of this, a surge of anger surged uncontrollably.
"Is that all it takes to say sorry?"
For the first time, Pan Xichen felt so angry.
She never liked fighting, but for the first time, she suddenly sat up from the bed, raised her fists and punched and kicked the man.
And this man seemed to let her vent, with no intention of fighting back.
The wailing sound from his mouth echoed throughout the room.
Pan Xichen wouldn't know it if she didn't fight. As soon as the fight started, her whole body began to ache. She couldn't use her full strength at all.
"Ah... Ouch..."
The man screamed, and seemed to reach out to cover the place where he was beaten.
Pan Xichen glanced at this man with disdain and couldn't help but wonder, was he really twenty-nine years old?
Look at his current behavior, he looks like a little baby, but he doesn't look like a twenty-nine-year-old man.
He put away his fists somewhat boredly.
Regardless of how he looked now, Pan Xichen lifted up the quilt, picked up his clothes scattered on the ground, and put them on one by one in front of him. Then, without even looking back, he left in a hurry
