Chapter 180 Do I Like This Little Devil
"Ouch, it hurts!" Mori Mari kicked Li Xia and pulled on her wound. When doing things, dopamine would automatically be released in her mind, blurring the line between pain and happiness. Now, she entered wise mode, leaving only pain.
She lay on the sofa, gritted her teeth, and glanced sideways to see Li Xia standing next to her, watching her.
"Um..." Li Xia touched the back of his head, his gaze looking elsewhere. "Do you have spare pajamas?"
He pointed to the T-shirt in his hand, which was stained with alcohol and had an unpleasant smell.
Mori Mari immediately sat up on the sofa, lifting her red curly hair with one hand and crossing her feet.
In a second, she seamlessly switched from a woman screaming in pain to a domineering female CEO mode.
Her gaze fell on Li Xia, and she coldly uttered a word, "Get out!"
"Oh." Li Xia nodded and turned to the bathroom. He didn't understand why Mori Mari would say "get out" and strike a pose first.
He didn't want to stay here for long either. After quickly showering, he came out wearing only a pair of pants and left.
Li Xia entered the living room and found Mori Mari still in her domineering female CEO look.
"Hey, kid, never seen a woman before?"
Li Xia rubbed the back of his head. When he was in the bathroom just now, he remembered some memories from last night.
If he didn't remember wrong, things got quite out of hand last night.
It seemed like he couldn't get it in, and Mori Mari mocked him. He used a bottle of alcohol, and now he recalls that he may have gotten the position wrong.
Of course, these memories are fragmented, and he doesn't remember them clearly. Maybe at that time, they were just fixing furniture.
Li Xia pointed at the scattered bottles on the floor. "Do you need me to clean up?"
"Do you think this place is your home?" Mori Mari's tone was still confrontational, and she impatiently waved her hand. "Don't treat reality like a romance novel. Get lost."
"Oh." Li Xia patted his head and carefully placed the check on the coffee table. It's not that he has high moral standards.
It's just that when he was in the bathroom, he took it out and glanced at it. Mori Mari had stylishly slapped him in the face with a check that was only written for 1,000 yen, which is about 55 Yan Nation currency, as if mocking him for only being worth so little after working hard all night.
Li Xia originally planned to add two thousand yen when returning the check, but after some consideration, decided to hold back.
Mori Mari watched as Li Xia, wearing only a pair of pants, opened the door and left. Immediately, she winced in pain, carefully adjusting to a prone position. Then her abdomen started to ache, and she felt pain whether lying on her side or her back.
As her beautiful secretary opened the door with a key, she saw Mori Mari standing on the balcony, with the windows open. A cold breeze blew in through the window, and there were empty bottles scattered on the floor, although the smell of alcohol had already dissipated.
"Boss, drinking so much alcohol is not good for your health," the beautiful secretary said with a smile, taking off her high heels and casually placing them in the shoe cabinet. She also neatly arranged Mori Mari's high heels, which she had left on the floor yesterday, next to her own shoes. The positions of the two pairs of high heels were perfectly aligned.
She then walked into the living room wearing stockings and started tidying up. She threw the bottles into a garbage bag and put the moved coffee table back in its original position. Like a precision machine, everything was restored to how it was yesterday.
Mori Mari leaned against the balcony, holding a cigarette between her fingers, her eyes gazing outside.
After tidying everything up, the beautiful secretary walked up behind Mori Mari and embraced her from behind, pressing her abdomen against Mori Mari's buttocks.
Mori Mari's instincts tensed for a moment, but quickly relaxed.
The beautiful secretary buried her head in her red, flowing hair, taking a deep breath. "The scent of a man."
She continued to gaze out the window as the beautiful secretary extended her tongue, licking her neck from behind, then slowly moving down, kneeling beside her in her stockings.
Mori Mari turned around, using her toe to lift the secretary's chin. "Go to the hospital."
"Of course, BOSS~" The beautiful secretary didn't mind at all, lightly kissing her toe.
After leaving the hospital, Mori Mari went to the office, sitting in her chair flipping through documents. After reading a few pages, she closed the file and set it down.
Fragments from yesterday kept popping into her mind. She could remember some things, but not everything.
It's funny how the more obscure something is, the more one thinks about it.
Recalling certain scenes, she felt intense pain again.
Mori Mari refused the beautiful secretary's offer to help with the medicine, taking out a nail clipper, slowly trimming her deep red nails, then using a nail file to smooth them out, and finally applying ointment to her fingers.
The ointment felt cool, mixed with the already healing wounds, creating a soothing sensation on the torn skin.
Mori Mari let out a low hum, her fingers lingering on the wound.
After applying the ointment to the wound, it seemed to hurt less, a strange sensation that brought some images to her mind.
"Apply a little more," Mori Mari dipped her finger in the ointment again.
After finishing the small bottle of ointment, Mori Mari stared at her finger blankly.
She lay back on the bed, gazing at the ceiling, shifting positions, but the soft bedding did not induce sleep.
Mori Mari tossed and turned in bed for almost an hour.
She sat up again, went to the dressing room, and opened a wardrobe with neatly arranged evening dresses.
She took out a low-cut bright red dress that exposed her collarbone and a short skirt with a high slit.
She changed into a pair of ten-centimeter red high heels from the shoe cabinet.
Mori Mari hesitated before leaving, draping a shawl over her exposed chest.
Instead of calling her attractive secretary to drive, she hailed a taxi on the roadside.
The driver was a middle-aged man, and as she got into the car, he occasionally stole glances at her in the rearview mirror.
The young woman, Mori Mari, sat with her legs crossed, gazing out at the swiftly moving cars and the night scenery through the window.
She had chosen a more affordable bar popular among the younger crowd instead of her usual high-end, exclusive spot.
Sitting at the counter, she held a tall glass with two fingers, her toes tapping her high heels in the air.
The bar was filled with young people and some sophisticated ladies, but compared to her, they felt like a newcomer to the adult world.
Mori Mari found herself in a bit of a bubble, as neither women nor men dared to approach her. Anyone who understands knows that such a woman is not something they can ask for trouble.
Her surroundings instantly became a vacuum zone.
Mori Mari raised the wine glass with two fingers, put it to her bright red lips, and drank another gulp.
Putting the wine glass on the bar, the bartender immediately filled it carefully for her.
Mori Mari reached out to take it, and one hand was faster than her, pressing it on the stem of the cup.
"Beauty, how about I do a magic trick for you?" Suddenly, a handsome young man, dressed sharply in a fitted suit, approached her with a charming smile and a glint of innocence in his eyes. He swiftly intercepted her glass and offered to perform a magic trick for her.
Mori Mari didn't say anything, propping her chin with one hand, turning and glancing at him.
"Take a look," the handsome guy said confidently, holding a wine glass in one hand and pulling out a white handkerchief in the other, waving it in the air a few times to show that there was no trick, before covering his hand and the glass together.
"Count to three, please," he said, his face displaying confidence. As the white cloth was pulled apart, the left hand holding the glass disappeared, replaced by a red rose.
Placing the hand holding the white cloth behind him, he presented the glass of wine and the red rose to Mori Mari, saying with a smile,
"How about this magic trick?"
"Hmm," Mori Mari chuckled lightly, taking out a thousand yen from her pocket and handing it to the young man.
The corner of the young man's mouth twitched. "Beautiful miss, you've misunderstood."
Mori Mari frowned, and in the anticipating gaze of the young man, she took out another thousand yen and placed it together.
This time, the young man couldn't hold back: "I'm not a waiter selling tricks."
"Sorry, my mistake," Mori Mari smiled sweetly, taking back the two thousand yen and putting it back in her pocket, under the hopeful gaze of the young man.
"Puff!" There was a burst of laughter all around. This side of the room was already the center of attention, and as the handsome guy approached, everyone turned their gaze towards them. Seeing this scene, they couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, reveling in schadenfreude.
"Miss, are you insulting me? Do you know who I am?" The handsome guy couldn't bear it anymore, his tone hinting at anger.
"I'll show you a magic trick too." Mori Mari squinted her eyes and looked at him.
The handsome guy felt a bit intimidated by her gaze, but he still tried to maintain his composure, staring back at her with a defiant look.
Mori Mari took out a revolver from her bag and pointed it at the handsome guy. "Look, there are six bullets here, but when I pull the trigger, it definitely won't hit you."
After saying that, she was about to pull the trigger.
"Sis, I'm sorry!" Without any hesitation, the handsome guy immediately dropped to his knees and prostrated himself on the ground.
People around them started screaming and backing away, and the bar instantly descended into chaos.
Mori Mari walked out of the bar barefoot, holding her high heels in her hand. Unlike when she entered, there was a hint of a smile on her face.
"I'm glad my original orientation is intact. That's great!" Mori Mari smiled and hailed a taxi.
After realizing that her orientation was not a problem, Mori Mari sat in the back seat of the car, even starting to hum softly.
But as if something came to her mind, her smile suddenly disappeared, gradually turning gloomy.
The taxi driver, seeing the beautiful woman's face go from joyful to gloomy, felt a great pressure, involuntarily shrinking his head, as if it could give him a sense of safety.
"If my orientation is not a problem, does that mean I like that little devil?"
Mori Mari came to a conclusion she least wanted to believe, and got off the car under the gaze of the almost fully retracted driver.
She stood in front of the apartment, looking up. She remembered Li Xia saying yesterday that he lived on the twelfth floor.
From her position, she could see that only half of the twelfth floor had lights on, but she didn't know which one was Li Xia's room.
But that didn't matter, because it had nothing to do with her.
Mori Mari sat on the edge of the flower bed downstairs, holding her high heels, her feet on the ground.
She didn't know why she was sitting here; humans are such creatures, sometimes doing things they themselves cannot understand.
The evening breeze was chilly, and her low-cut outfit looked good and sexy, but it clearly wasn't designed for windy conditions. She shivered and pulled her shawl tighter around her neck.
She remembered wearing something similar yesterday, a gift from Li Xia, which was actually quite warm.
Another gust of wind passed by, and Mori Mari huddled her feet together, finding it a bit warmer today this way.
She heard footsteps approaching, and a pair of sneakers appeared in front of her.
"Hey, umm..." Li Xia ruffled his hair. "You look pretty cold. Need a jacket?"
He carefully took off his own jacket and offered it to her.
Mori Mari looked at him, took the jacket, wiped the soles of her feet, put on her high heels, stood up, tossed the jacket on the ground, and turned to give Li Xia a scornful look. "Kid, who do you think you are, trying to hit on grown-ups? Go back and wait for your peach fuzz to grow."
Without another word, she clicked away in her high heels, entering the apartment without looking back.
"Such a drama queen!" Li Xia sighed and picked up the jacket from the ground, giving Mori Mari the finger behind her back.
He really didn't want to deal with Mori Mari, but she was sitting at the entrance, looking freezing cold.
Also, he couldn't ignore what happened yesterday, and they couldn't appear too indifferent, resulting in humiliation.
"If I ignore you again, I'm a dog!" Li Xia pressed down with determination.
Mori Mari returned home and jumped onto the bed, a smile on her lips. Unlike before, where she tossed and turned, this time she quickly fell asleep.
The next day, Mori Mari arrived at the company and warmly greeted her colleagues, portraying herself as an approachable and friendly president.
In the afternoon, she called the company executives to the office and scolded them fiercely due to work-related matters.
"Boss is in a good mood today, huh?" the pretty secretary grinned as she handed over a stack of documents.
"Is that so?" Mori Mari skillfully twirled the pen in her hand.
In the evening, Li Xia returned to the apartment as usual and saw Mori Mari sitting at the entrance dressed as a fashionable lady.
Without any hesitation, he lowered his head and walked quickly past her.
The next second, he heard a swooshing sound near his ear, and a high-heeled shoe flew past him. Li Xia instinctively dodged.
Luckily, the shoe wasn't accurate and flew past him, landing far away.
Li Xia turned his head and saw Mori Mari still in a throwing motion. Seeing her miss, she started taking off her other high-heeled shoe, saying, "Are you crazy?"
Mori Mari was even more aggressive and immediately retorted, "Kid, don't you know how to show respect to your elders?"
"You're clearly picking a fight!" Li Xia also tried hard, stepping forward to argue.
"Alright then, I'll call your aunt!" Mori Mari said confidently.
"You..." Li Xia's anger froze, not intending to pay her any attention and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Mori Mari immediately stopped him.
"What do you want?" Li Xia turned his head.
"Give me back my high-heeled shoe!" Mori Mari held her head high, with a victorious posture.
Li Xia took a deep breath and comforted himself. After all, he had argued with her using harsh words, so he considered it a debt.
Mori Mari didn't give him a hard time either. She put on her high-heeled shoe and, like a victorious rooster after a fight, turned around and went back to the apartment.
Li Xia stood behind, trying hard to calm himself down.
Another day passed, and Li Xia was persuaded by Akane to come to the apartment to hang out. Considering that Akane had gotten hurt protecting him during the last incident, Li Xia didn't feel comfortable refusing.
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