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After Roxy, who had completely lost her ladylike image, finished the dinner made by Xin Yi, she said seriously to him, "Well, actually I can cook too. I'm a woman, so from now on, I'll cook for you."
"Maybe not," Xin Yi replied without thinking. "Your kind of cooking is okay to have once in a while, but if I had to eat steak, potatoes, and fried chicken legs all the time, I couldn't stand it. Chinese food is better. After eating Chinese food for over twenty years, my stomach has already gotten used to it. Speaking of cooking, Shanshan's dishes are delicious. You haven't tried them, but they are so much better than what I make. I guarantee you'll be addicted after just one taste."
"Oh, really?" Roxy's expression suddenly dimmed as she said softly, "It seems I'm really useless; I can't even cook something you like."
Xin Yi was taken aback by her words and realized that he might have said something inappropriate. Roxy had just offered to cook for him; was it necessary to discourage her like this? Besides, having steak and fried chicken legs occasionally wasn't bad either. So he quickly smiled and said, "Haha, Roxy, that's not what I meant. I just meant that Shanshan is more knowledgeable about Chinese cuisine. But if we're talking about Western food, how could she possibly compare to you?"
"But don't you only like Chinese food?" Roxy's mood did not improve with Xin Yi's words; instead, she seemed even more downcast. This wasn't right; Xin Yi felt a jolt in his heart. It seemed they were no longer just talking about cooking; the topic had escalated to a new historical height. Continuing this conversation might lead to awkwardness between them again. After what happened during the day, things were already quite awkward between them. They had finally managed to set aside that awkwardness by changing the subject, and Xin Yi didn't want to touch it again.
His thoughts weren't irresponsible; he was just a bit confused about the situation. To say he didn't have feelings for Roxy would be a lie; however, those feelings were more instinctual—a man's instinctual attraction to a woman—what people usually refer to as desire. In fact, Roxy's allure was greater than that of Lijie, Shen Shanshan, and Shu Rui because Roxy possessed an irresistible charm that drew men in. Just like earlier that day when Xin Yi hadn't thought much about it; he was instinctively attracted to Roxy and acted on those impulses. Some might find this unbelievable or see it as shirking responsibility, but that was truly how things were at that moment. Most men would unconsciously feel their primal urges awakened in front of Roxy; she was the quintessential example of a woman for whom men would forsake kingdoms for beauty—men had no immunity against her.
Seeing the atmosphere turning awkward again, Xin Yi quickly stood up and began clearing the dishes from the table. "Haha, I'll wash the dishes; you go take a shower and rest."
Although Roxy didn't say anything about what happened during the day, she cared deeply about it. What girl wouldn't? Xin Yi was the first man who made her heart flutter. She longed for his love but felt conflicted because she knew deep down that her feelings wouldn't lead to a good outcome. She approached him with ulterior motives—she was an undercover agent—a pitiful woman who couldn't control her own fate. Yet at the same time, she was a normal woman with flesh and blood, with desires and emotions. Falling in love with Xin Yi brought her both happiness and sorrow. Other than burying these feelings deep inside her heart, she didn't know how else to face Xin Yi. If she could be a complete enemy of Xin Yi instead, that would be a kind of happiness; however, she couldn't control herself or deceive her own feelings—that was the most painful part.
After washing the dishes, Xin Yi returned to the living room but didn't see Roxy; she must have gone back to her room after taking a shower. Although he was surprised at how quickly she bathed compared to how long it took him to wash the dishes, he didn't think much of it—perhaps he was also afraid of being alone with Roxy for some reason known only to himself. He took a shower and put on the pajamas prepared in the wardrobe; surprisingly they fit well—he wondered whose measurements Garon had used.
In this foreign land at night, sleep eluded him. Leaning on the sofa in the living room, Xin Yi turned on the TV to pass the time. He hadn't watched such boring TV shows in years; when he lived alone on the farm there were none of these things around. The only time he watched anything remotely similar was when he stayed at Shen Shanshan's house while taking care of her when she was sick because she loved watching Heavenly Pride Nation's popular show Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. Even though Shen Shanshan was mentally unstable at that time, seeing that show made her giggle uncontrollably—and she insisted that Xin Yi watch it with her—which led him to secretly enjoy it too. This secret remained known only to Shen Shanshan until now; Xin Yi felt embarrassed—how could a top assassin enjoy watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf? He wondered if heaven should weep over this revelation.
At that moment on Taiwanese television, they were actually airing that show too! This genuinely delighted Xin Yi; he lowered the volume and subconsciously glanced at Roxy's room door—thankfully she was already resting—otherwise he would have been mortified if she'd found out he liked such childish shows.
Xin Yi leaned back on the sofa and immersed himself in that innocent fairy tale world while occasionally chuckling at the plot. However, fearing he'd wake Roxy up, he kept his laughter suppressed by covering his mouth with his hand—it felt incredibly uncomfortable as his stomach hurt from holding back laughter until tears came out.
Just as Xin Yi was enjoying himself alone in secret laughter, suddenly there was a sound of glass shattering from Roxy's room. Since his volume was low, that sound pierced through the night sharply. Instinctively jumping up from the sofa like an agile leopard, Xin Yi dashed toward Roxy's door and pressed his ear against it to listen for any movement inside while a small knife appeared in his hand without him realizing it.
However, after that sound of glass shattering echoed through the air, there was no further noise at all. Did Roxy accidentally break something? If he barged in recklessly and found her in an inconvenient situation… But why did everything suddenly go silent? So Xin Yi hid behind the wall and called into the room: "Roxy, is everything okay?"
No one answered. Xin Yi shouted again, "Roxy, are you okay? Can I come in?" Still, there was no response. It seemed things were getting a bit serious. At this moment, Xin Yi couldn't care less. He stepped back to the sofa, picked up two cushions, and returned to the door. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly kicked the door open. At the same time, the two cushions flew into the room, and his body rolled in close to the floor.
As soon as he rolled into the room, Xin Yi realized he had been overly anxious because a strong smell of alcohol wafted from Roxy's room. There were two empty bottles on the floor, one of which was shattered, glass scattered everywhere.
Xin Yi stood up from the floor and saw Roxy lying on the bed in disarray, her face flushed and seemingly unconscious from drunkenness. He picked up the unbroken bottle from the floor and exclaimed in surprise; it was vodka. This woman had managed to drink two bottles of this Russian liquor by herself—was she trying to kill herself? They say vodka has no taste after drinking it, but that was just nonsense! Roxy was drinking vodka, so why did the whole room reek of alcohol? Was this some counterfeit product? Damn it! It seemed he should call Wang Hai to check on Taiwan.
What was Roxy thinking? Wasn't it just a kiss during the day? Didn't she grab him inappropriately? Didn't he later do the same to her? Was it really necessary for her to drink herself into this state? Well, maybe it was necessary! After all, she was a young lady! It would have been polite of her not to cry or throw a fit demanding he take responsibility.
Now that she was drunk, what could be done? Xin Yi pulled up a blanket to cover Roxy properly. He went to the living room and used a broom and dustpan to clean up the glass shards on the floor and threw them into the trash can. He opened a window for ventilation and then thought it wasn't enough; he poured a glass of water and placed it on her bedside table where she could easily reach it before preparing to go back to watch TV. However, just as Xin Yi turned around, he heard Roxy making a "woo woo woo..." sound from the bed. Alarmed, he quickly ran over to her side, but by the time he reached her bed, it was too late. Roxy's mouth erupted like a fountain spewing out vomit. The mess not only stained her clothes but also flowed down her mouth and neck, splattering everywhere on the pillow and bed.
Xin Yi felt frustrated; he had prepared delicious food himself and had only eaten half before letting her have some. But how long had it been since she ate? He could still distinguish vegetables, tomatoes, and beef shapes in what she had consumed; even now, the aroma of those dishes lingered in the air—what a waste! (Disgusting? Haha... while vomiting...)
Xin Yi was dumbfounded. What should he do now? She couldn't sleep like this covered in vomit; but if not this way, what else could be done? Should he take her to wash up and change clothes? Hmm, that wasn't a bad idea; after all, he had once taken a bath with Lijie—it felt great! Ugh! Xin Yi snapped back to reality; he was becoming corrupt! He was an educated young man of socialist ideals—how could he have such wicked thoughts?! Even if he helped Roxy wash up, it wouldn't be for his own twisted desires; it would only be so she could sleep more comfortably—yes, that's right! Just like that! Although the process would be quite similar...
Despite having found ample justification for his shamelessness, when it came time to act, Xin Yi still felt dry-mouthed and flustered. He took a wet towel from the bathroom and wiped Roxy's face and neck clean before gently patting her cheek and calling out, "Roxy, Roxy, wake up..." He wanted her to wake up so she could wash herself; even if he had to carry her or help take off her clothes, that wouldn’t matter as much compared to washing her himself. But after calling for a long time with only a few "woo woo" sounds in response from Roxy and no awakening as he wished—sigh—it seemed he had no choice but to help her out reluctantly.
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