Chapter 283: Chapter 281: So If You Don’t Hate Me, Does That Mean You Like Me?
"Yes, I just arrived recently."
Xiaotong never thought that this handsome guest would so straightforwardly compliment her beauty.
Growing up, no one had ever praised her appearance like this.
Since childhood, she couldn’t compare with Ye Manman in this aspect.
The villagers always said that Ye Manman’s mother was very beautiful, though short-lived, and Ye Manman entirely inherited her mother’s looks, making her a beauty since she was young.
No matter how timid and shy Ye Manman was, always hiding from people, they still found her beautiful.
Especially when compared to her older sister, Ye Manman was prettier.
Yang Xiumei looked decent when she was young, but far from beautiful, at most not ugly, very ordinary, and as she aged, her features became harsher.
Xiaotong didn’t want to admit it, but she really did look a lot like Yang Xiumei, particularly when Yang Xiumei was younger.
Back when Ye Guoqiang married Yang Xiumei, people talked about how the new wife wasn’t as good-looking as the old one.
Xiaotong had always been told she wasn’t as good-looking as Ye Manman.
Meeting someone for the first time and hearing such straightforward praise for her looks was truly a first!
Not even Xie Fengmian had married her for her looks initially.
And this young man seemed just as handsome, if not more so, than Xie Fengmian had been.
Though he appeared shorter than Xie Fengmian, in other aspects they seemed quite similar, and if facial features were compared, he was even slightly more handsome than Xie Fengmian.
Especially those eyes that seemed to smile at her, filled with emotion, were very captivating.
Xiaotong’s heart pounded, and her hands slowed as she washed his hair.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the young man suddenly looked up at her.
From this angle, she must look terrible!
Just as Xiaotong thought this, the young man suddenly smiled at her.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look very cute when you blush?"
"Like a shy little rabbit."
The man laughed aloud, his voice not loud but resonating in Xiaotong’s heart like a drum.
She felt as if her heart were about to leap out, avoiding his gaze, not daring to look at him again.
Yet the man continued to gaze at her intently, his eyes filled with affection, as though expecting a flower to bloom on her face.
Xiaotong gritted her teeth and finished rinsing his hair, flustered beyond measure, utterly fearing further conversation with him.
She truly feared accidentally falling for him.
This man gave her such a wonderful feeling!
Especially being so handsome, exactly the type of man she liked most.
"All done, you can go out to get your hair cut now."
She nervously stepped back, urging the man to leave quickly, not daring to let her eyes fall on him.
The man chuckled softly, unexpectedly leaning toward her.
Xiaotong’s face flushed red again, and she stepped back instinctively.
Soon, her back bumped into the wall.
And the man extended an arm to trap her within the narrow space, lowering his head to gaze at her deeply.
Xiaotong couldn’t handle such a stare, shyly lowering her head immediately.
However, the man used his other hand to lift her chin, forcing her to raise her head.
Xiaotong’s eyes were filled with panic, nervousness, and shyness, like a girl who had never been with a man before.
The man smiled with his eyes as he leaned closer, the distance between them nearly vanishing.
"Why don’t you dare to look at me?"
"Do I look very unattractive?"
"Or do you dislike me?"
The man asked her with a smile, speaking as his warm breath fell on her face, easily turning her whole face red.
Xiaotong swallowed nervously, "No, it’s not..."
The man seemed very satisfied with her answer, slowly lowering his hand from the wall to her shoulder.
"So if you don’t dislike me, does that mean you like me?"
The warmth from his palm quickly spread through her nerves, causing Xiaotong to unconsciously shrink her shoulder.
She didn’t know what he meant, but her heartbeat quickened, and she began to anticipate something even she couldn’t fathom.
Because she didn’t reply, the man seemed angry, suddenly ducking down to give her lips a light peck.
The touch was gentle, quick, but scared Xiaotong into widening her eyes, instinctively raising a hand to push him away.
However, just as her hand touched him, the man forcefully pressed close against her.
The space in the shampoo room was already narrow, and with the man tightly against her, Xiaotong shuddered, the hand on his chest shrinking involuntarily, lightly gripping his shirt.
"What are you, what are you doing?"
Xiaotong was extremely shy.
Although she had already had a child, she had never experienced something like this before.
Xie Fengmian had never treated her this way.
This feeling stirred something inside her.
It’s as if,
it’s as if...
the time right before lovers engage in the most passionate, heart-pounding moments.
The hand on her shoulder had unknowingly slipped away.
Xiaotong still had to look up, and the man chuckled softly, not answering her question, instead kissing her lips directly.
The kiss was dominant and fervent, filled with a different kind of sensation, as if he was very experienced.
Xiaotong couldn’t handle it; Xie Fengmian had always just taken her along whenever he wanted, not caring about her feelings.
Her mind turned to mush, her hands clinging tightly to the man’s shirt.
It had been a long time since she’d experienced physical affection, and after having her emotions stirred once yesterday, meeting such an expert today, Xiaotong lost her senses in less than half a minute, utterly losing herself.
By the time she came to her senses, they were already together.
Right there in the narrow shampoo room, a space only separated from the outside by a curtain.
They were like long-separated newlyweds, embracing tightly, unwilling to part even for a moment.
Worried that customers might come for a shampoo, with anyone possibly drawing back the curtain at any time, Xiaotong constantly watched the curtain from the corner of her eye.
Yet the tension of possibly being seen only added something different to the experience.
An illicit sense of sneaking around!
Especially when she opened her eyes to see the man she was embracing, as handsome and dashing as ever.
Seeing his muscles tense as he lifted her, Xiaotong felt she had never been so happy, like a true woman.
While she was immersed in this absurd affair that was never meant to happen, the curtain meant to block everything was suddenly drawn open.
Outside was the blazing, glaring sun, and even though the shampoo room was in the deepest part of the barbershop, once the curtain was drawn, the street outside and even passersby could be seen.
"Xiaotong, what is this!"
The one who had drawn the curtain was Wang.
She seemed to have unwittingly walked in on this absurd scene, hastily letting the curtain fall back into place.
Xiaotong, turning pale from fright, frantically pushed the young man away, hurriedly tugging at her dress.
"I... I, Wang, I..."
