Xiao Hu felt as if he were dreaming; if it hadn’t been for the very real keys in his hand, he would have almost given himself a few big slaps to snap out of it and stop indulging in wild fantasies.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Leaning against the car window, after a fierce internal struggle, Xiao Hu found that his legs wouldn’t obey him, and he slowly made his way toward Lin Xi’s building.

Before long, he arrived at Lin Xi’s front door.

After some hesitation, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, footsteps could be heard from behind the door.

Just before the door opened, Xiao Hu had already rehearsed the scene in his mind countless times.

But when the door actually swung open, blood suddenly shot up from his nose, and his feet felt as though they were firmly bound by something. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the woman who had opened the door for him.

It wasn’t for any other reason—only because this woman, who not long ago had been dressed in ordinary clothes, had now shed them all, wearing only a thin nightgown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding an indescribable charm that was utterly captivating and seemed to steal his very soul.

“What are you staring at? Come in,” Lin Xi said, pulling him inside, locking the door behind him, and pointing toward the guest bedroom. “The room is over there. It’s fully equipped—just go through the closet and grab whatever you need to make the bed. By the way, we don’t have any men’s change of clothes here, so please bring your own personal items tomorrow.”

As she spoke, Lin Xi picked up a clean wet wipe, intending to hand it to Xiao Hu so he could wipe the blood from his nose himself.

But even as she waved the wipe back and forth in front of him, the dazed young man showed no sign of reaction—he just kept staring, lost in thought.

Sighing, Lin Xi reached out and gently wiped the blood from under his nose.

How dare Xiao Hu?

He quickly raised his hand, trying to snatch the wipe away, but accidentally brushed against Lin Xi’s hand. It was slightly cool, yet smooth as white jade.

Xiao Hu’s breath caught in his throat, and he hastily pulled his hand back, taking two large steps backward while nervously apologizing to Lin Xi, “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“So nervous?”

Lin Xi was in an unusually good mood today—she’d never encountered such a clueless young man before—and suddenly felt like teasing him. She took two steps forward, closing the distance between them once more, and continued wiping the blood from under his nose. “Have you never seen a woman in a nightgown? Or have you never even touched a woman before?”

“I…”

Xiao Hu retreated again, his face burning with embarrassment, his heart pounding uncontrollably. His restless heart nearly leapt out of his throat, leaving him unable to form a coherent sentence, let alone look directly into Lin Xi’s eyes.

Lin Xi almost burst out laughing.

Perhaps it was simply because she was in such a great mood.

The purer and more innocent the young man appeared, the stronger her urge to tease him became. Before long, she had backed him right up against the wall. “What ‘me’? Why are you so nervous? Relax—you’re not some demoness from a novel; I’m not going to eat you!”

She said this, but her index finger was already pressing against Xiao Hu’s chest, right over his heart.

Feeling the erratic heartbeat beneath her touch, Lin Xi’s smile grew even wider—though she still forced herself to hold it in, not letting it escape.

“L-Lin… Sister Lin, I… I don’t have much time… You…” Xiao Hu began to stammer, unable to think of what to say, and just blurted out words one by one.

“Alright, enough teasing. It’s getting late—wipe your face and go back to your room to get some sleep,” Lin Xi chuckled, handing the wet wipe to Xiao Hu before turning around and heading toward her own bedroom.

End of Chapter 119: Counterattack 45