C4 She Was Treated as a Summoned Girl

Soong Qian stood there, staring at the man on the ground, her beautiful eyes filled with hesitation. Should she take this man, who had been a bit too forward with her, to a safer place? After all, this was a bar, often filled with all sorts of people, and leaving a grown man sleeping on the floor didn't seem right.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but ultimately, the angel on her shoulder won out over the devil. She stepped forward and, with considerable effort, managed to lift the unconscious man. Half dragging, half carrying him, she headed toward the restroom exit.

At that moment, Soong Qian was too busy to realize that by picking him up, she was bringing home a lot more trouble than she bargained for...

In her small apartment, warm light shone from above, filling the cozy space with a sense of comfort and a distinctly feminine touch. In the only bedroom, the soft orange glow cast a gentle light on the man sleeping soundly on the bed, making the scene almost surreal—if you ignored the fact that he was stripped of his clothes.

Rewind to half an hour earlier: after leaving the bar, Soong Qian had struggled to drag the heavy, sleeping Sunn Yuanhann back to her place. The sleeves of his suit were wrinkled from her grip.

After finally managing to get the slightly snoring man settled into bed, Soong Qian breathed a sigh of relief. But just as she did, the man, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly let out a loud "ugh."

Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to look at the bed. The man was covered in what he had just vomited from his drunken state. The sheets and pillows were also dotted with the mess, the yellowish substance reeking of alcohol and glaringly obvious to Soong Qian.

What a headache!

That was the only way Soong Qian could describe the trouble she had brought upon herself. She rubbed her temples in exhaustion, then reluctantly approached the man on the bed. His eyes, glistening with tears from vomiting, somehow softened the annoyance she felt.

Soong Qian had a soft spot for vulnerability; she was more easily swayed by gentleness than toughness. Now, the watery eyes of Sunn Yuanhann on the bed inexplicably tugged at her heartstrings.

With a resigned sigh, she stepped forward, accepting her fate as she helped Sunn Yuanhann out of his vomit-soaked clothes. Her slender fingers inadvertently touched the mess, but she didn't mind. Once she had removed his shirt and pants, she finally took a breath.

The seemingly expensive outfit was finally off, but the sheets and pillows beneath the man were another story. His weight alone was more than most women could handle, and with the added factor of being drunk, Sunn Yuanhann was almost too much for Soong Qian to bear. After much effort moving him around on the bed, she managed to replace all the sheets and pillows.

Looking at the man lying on the pale pink sheets, his bare skin a healthy bronze, with tight abs and a defined V-line, Soong Qian couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. Her face crinkled into a smile, her laughter warm and soothing, filling the room with a comforting vibe. She had to admit, the bronze skin against the pink sheets was quite the mismatch.

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