Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Chapter 1806: The Mark You Left

Chapter 1806: The Mark You Left

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Hexin went completely limp against him. Amid her drunken stupor, she thought she saw Long Yin nibbling her neck.

She wanted to ignore the tickling feeling, but he was always able to track her with formidable precision.

Exhausted, she gave up dodging and let him have his way with her.

A sheen of sweat coated Long Yin’s forehead. Looking at the sleeping girl in his arms, he smiled ruefully.

In the end, he moved her fallen clothes back in place, gathered her into his arms, and laid her in bed.

Lying next to her, his head propped up with one hand, he watched her the entire night.

The next day.

Hexin woke up to a splitting headache.

She had just sat up when Long Yin walked through the doors with a bowl in his hands.

She was surprised. “Why are you here, Big Bro Long Yin?”

“Drink this hangover soup first.” Instead of answering her, Long Yin strode over and pa.s.sed the bowl to her.

Hexin took it, only then belatedly recalling that she had consumed quite a bit of wine last night.

It was strong wine, and she did not remember how she had returned to her room after the alcohol had gone to her head.

She gulped down the entire bowl of soup.

When she put the bowl down, she was astonished to see that Long Yin was reading next to her.

He was shrouded in steam, and his long hair was wet, which perplexed her. Had he taken a bath so early in the morning?

“By the way, Big Bro Long Yin, how did I make my way back to my room last night?”

Long Yin lifted his eyes to her and said significantly, “I want to hear you call me only by my name.” After a pause, he added, “You’ve always been here. You didn’t go anywhere.”

His flirtatious words puzzled Hexin, but what he said after that finally sparked a hint of realization in her, and she swiftly scanned her surroundings. Only then did she discover she was not in her own room, but Long Yin’s.

Even the bed she was now lying on belonged to him.

No wonder there had been a familiar scent on the pillow when she had woken up—it belonged to Long Yin.

She froze as the realization hit her.

Why was she in Long Yin’s room, and in his bed at that? What had happened last night? Why could she not remember a single thing?

She pulled the blankets to herself uneasily.

Sensing her disquiet, Long Yin stopped teasing her and said gently, “Don’t worry. Nothing happened.”

Hexin bit her lip and cast him a conflicted look. “But… Why am I in your bed?”

“You were so drunk you almost tripped over yourself. I was worried for you and didn’t want to leave you alone in your room, so I let you sleep in mine,” Long Yin explained, regarding her with calm honesty.

Hearing this, Hexin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

What on earth was she thinking? Big Bro Long Yin was not an ungallant person —he would not take advantage of her while she was vulnerable.

She could not help feeling a little embarra.s.sed.

“Thank you for taking care of me last night,” she said sincerely.

Long Yin suddenly put down his book. He leaned over to her and took her hand, gazing at her with a smile. “Is that all?”

“Huh?” Hexin was puzzled.

“Someone got herself drunk last night, but she kept clinging to me and even kissed me. How do you think you should take responsibility?” There was a flicker of amus.e.m.e.nt in Long Yin’s eyes and a hint of teasing in his tone, too.

However, Hexin’s mind exploded into blankness at his words. Her cheeks turning scarlet, she stammered, “W-what?”

Long Yin pointed at one of the corners of his mouth. “See? This is the mark you left.”

Indeed, there was a wound at one end of his lip, and Hexin blushed so hard she wished she could sink through the floor.

She could hardly believe that she had acted like such a wildcat..