Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 122 - : Qiao Xi, Try It On for Me

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Qiao Xi, Try It On for Me

Huo Xingzhou’s lips curved slightly upward as he casually tossed the express delivery box onto the carpet.

He picked up the neatly wrapped small gift box and examined it carefully, unable to guess what was inside.

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The sound of water trickling came from the bathroom.

The steamy glass door only allowed a vague glimpse of a graceful figure, nothing more could be discerned.

Huo Xingzhou placed the small gift box back to where it was, wanting to wait for her to come out and tell him personally. With one hand, he pulled off his tie, undid two buttons of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and began flipping through a magazine.

When Qiao Xi came out wearing her pajamas, she saw the man under the light with brows like jade.

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Her little face was pinkish-white from the heat, and the tips of her hair were damp.

Lotus flowers bloom from clear waters, truly nothing could be more fitting.

“Mr. Huo, you’re back,” Qiao Xi’s voice trembled slightly as she slowly walked towards him. She thought Aunt Qian must have made things clear to him. Starting tonight, she would be staying in the master bedroom.

She understood what that meant.

The man put down the magazine he was holding and looked her up and down with a calm expression, saying, “I know all about the hospital. If you’re unwilling, I can force the Liu Family to take their person away.”

Qiao Xi could not openly refuse a patient.

But if the Family Head of the Liu Family voluntarily gave up treatment, it wouldn’t affect her reputation.

Qiao Xi breathed a sigh of relief and said, “It’s okay, I also want to challenge myself.”

“As long as you’re careful,” said Huo Xingzhou indifferently.

Qiao Xi’s toes curled, the atmosphere a bit awkward. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the express box on the carpet and asked, “What’s that?”

“Zhou Yu sent it, you can open it for me if you’re not busy.”

“Oh, okay.”

Qiao Xi found a letter opener in the drawer and sliced open the express tape.

Propped up on his hand, Huo Xingzhou watched calmly as she removed the protective foam, her cheeks flushing red as she looked at the contents inside.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing…” Qiao Xi said a bit flusteredly, “Maybe next time you should open it yourself.”

“Let me see.”

“Mr. Huo!” Qiao Xi exclaimed.

Still, the man approached and forcefully dumped the contents of the box onto the big bed. An assortment of small toys scattered across the bedsheets, various styles and sizes, including a freshly packaged “Happy Wife.”

Qiao Xi remembered Zhou Yu saying before she went to Longtan Township for a charity clinic that she was too serious and rigid, promising he would prepare some nice things for her.

Looking at the “nice things” scattered across the bed, her scalp tingled.

“What is this?” Huo Xingzhou asked pointing at a light blue small gift box in the middle of the bed.

Qiao Xi quickly said, “A dress from Shu Xue.”

So it wasn’t for him. But hearing the name Shu Xue, Huo Xingzhou’s eyes grew deep as he said, “Try it on.”

“Okay!”

Qiao Xi responded eagerly.

To have the chance to get away from such an awkward and ambiguous situation was something she could only hope for.

The small gift box was opened, and a black lace camisole nightgown fell out, along with a bow tie.

It advertised sheer thinness, unable to hide anything at all.

Qiao Xi felt a rush of blood to her head, her face burning, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

Huo Xingzhou watched her with a deep gaze.

“Mr. Huo, perhaps Shu Xue… got the gifts mixed up, I’ll return it to her tomorrow.” Qiao Xi hastily packed the dress back into the box, her cheeks aflame. In her twenty-two years of life, she had never seen such a boldly intimate dress.

At the bedside, her cellphone inappropriately “ding-donged” twice.

Two messages with content appeared on the lock screen.

Zhou Yu: Sister-in-law, did you receive the things? Men like it a bit wild.

Shu Xue: I selected this nightgown for you with care, sure to make your man insatiable.

Huo Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, looking at Qiao Xi who was on the verge of shame and anger.

He cleared his throat and said, “She said she didn’t send it to the wrong person, and even wanted me to be unable to stop.”

Qiao Xi was too ashamed to show her face, covering her burning cheeks, her gaze flitting away.

“She’s always been like this, it’s not what I intended. Mr. Huo, please don’t misunderstand…” she explained dryly, without much conviction.

“What about Zhou Yu? This box of things was originally prepared for you.” He slowly began to speak.

Qiao Xi broke out in a sweat, her face flushed with red. She racked her brains for an excuse: “I… I’m hungry, I’ll go check the kitchen to see if there’s any…”

Huo Xingzhou stretched out his hand, pulling her slender waist closer, almost whispering in her ear, “Don’t even think about going anywhere tonight.”

The temperature in the bedroom gradually climbed, and the affection in his eyes deepened.

“Mr. Huo…” she pushed against him, “You still have a wound on your hand.”

“It won’t affect anything.” He stressed the word “anything.”

But Qiao Xi knew it was only in reference to that one thing.

Her body felt electrified, the places he touched unbearably tender.

“Little Divine Doctor, will you try it on for me?” His nose brushed against her soft cheek, rubbing gently. His thin lips kissed her face intermittently, oozing sexual tension.

It was hard to firmly refuse.

Qiao Xi murmured, “It’s too sheer.”

Wearing that dress was no different from being naked.

“Just for me to see.”

Qiao Xi bit her lip, her palms sweaty. She was wrestling with her embarrassment, yet excitement surged through her veins.

“Mr. Huo, do men all like… fairies?” Even he wasn’t exempt from such common desires.

Huo Xingzhou lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. “I do like them, but I like it even more when you become a fairy for me.” His response was more intense than usual, deepening the kiss.

Qiao Xi was pressed down onto the large bed, the playful toys knocked under the bed. A hint of red swirled in the depths of his eyes as he kissed down fiercely, sucking hard.

Qiao Xi couldn’t resist and let out a sob.

Her nightgown was overwhelmed, her skin, fresh from a bath, extremely sensitive.

The man propped himself on his arms, his forehead damp with broken strands of hair, he said in a hoarse voice, “I’m going to take a shower, will you change into the dress?”

Qiao Xi’s chest heaved as she breathed heavily, looking at him with watery, soul-stirring almond eyes.

She didn’t speak, nor did she refuse.

Huo Xingzhou understood her implicit acceptance.

He turned over, taking off his white shirt and tossing it aside, exposing his robust upper body, and started unbuckling his belt as he walked, tossing it aside as well.

The suit pants hung loosely from his strong waist.

A blood-red mole near the groin was strikingly sensual, adding an accent to the area.

His long legs strode towards the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Qiao Xi paused for a while, her heartbeat pounding nonstop. She hooked her fingers around the thin, see-through nightgown, her face flushed as she struggled with herself for quite some time.

How could she wear such a dress!

On the bedside table, Huo Xingzhou’s phone buzzed, interrupting Qiao Xi’s struggle.

She leaned over to see, the unmarked number was Xu Xingluo’s.

Qiao Xi’s mind cleared a bit, and she answered the phone decisively, “We are going to sleep now, call back tomorrow.”

Having said that, she hung up.

Not caring what Xu Xingluo’s reaction would be on the other end.

Qiao Xi’s fingers stroked the lacy nightgown, she bit her lip and put on the dress. Looking down at her faintly visible skin, she was hit with a wave of embarrassment and hastily pulled the nightgown on over it.

The bathroom door opened.

The man walked towards her, his body damp with moisture.