Chapter 300 Implementation Plan
Willow changed into that outfit in the bathroom, looking at the mirror in the ultra-short skirt, still feeling very awkward and uncomfortable. After hesitating for a while, she couldn't muster the courage to step out. In her moment of hesitation, she remembered what Daniel had said. She asked herself, if she didn't try once, would she really not regret it in the future? If she was rejected, then she would let go completely and open her heart to explore other possibilities.
After making up her mind, Willow bravely opened the bathroom door, opened the refrigerator in the room, and found a liquor bottle. She directly unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp. They say alcohol boosts courage, and she needed that courage today. After a few sips, while feeling a bit dizzy but still clear-headed, Willow took out her phone and messaged Mitchell on Facebook.
[Mitchell, can you come to my room later? I need to talk to you about something.] After sending the message, she tossed her phone on the table, feeling a bit timid. She then unscrewed the bottle cap again and took several more sips of the alcohol.
Mitchell saw Willow's message on Facebook about ten minutes later. After returning to the room from dinner, he held a video conference and then went to take a shower. When Willow messaged him, he happened to be in the shower and didn't see the message immediately.
Upon seeing the message, with wet hair and without drying off, Mitchell hastily put on a nightgown and went to Willow's room. He walked a few steps to the door of the adjacent room and rang the doorbell for a while with no response. Unable to wait, he started knocking on the door urgently, sounding both anxious and worried, "Willow, are you in there?" After knocking several times with no answer, he went to find a hotel staff member. Since they had checked in together, the hotel reception knew they were together. Upon hearing his urgent description, they quickly arranged for someone with a room key to accompany him to open the door.
After the staff member opened the room door, Mitchell, wearing slippers, rushed in with a single stride. When he saw the girl sitting on the carpet, leaning against the bed with her eyes closed, his first reaction was to block the staff member behind him. "It's okay, you can leave." With a puzzled expression, the staff member left the room, and after the door closed, Mitchell turned around. He stared at the girl on the floor, wearing strange clothes from who knows where her long and straight legs crossed on the floor, the skirt barely covering her hips, the short top revealing her slender waist, and a single button at the chest, revealing a black bra inside. Her fair skin, contrasting sharply with the white carpet, formed a striking visual impact.
Mitchell dumbfoundedly watched the scene before him, his face instantly flushing red. He felt all the blood in his body rushing to one place, feeling like he was losing control for the first time.
Standing two meters away from her, he paused for a long time before slowly walking over. As he approached, he noticed a bottle of alcohol next to her, half empty. Furrowing his brow slightly, he couldn't understand why she was hiding in the room alone drinking. He fetched a towel and draped it over her, only then daring to look at Willow. He crouched down, calling out softly, "Willow." His voice was as soft and charming as the rumble of distant thunder, both sexy and captivating.
Willow slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of innocence and cuteness in her gaze. Her silly and adorable appearance starkly contrasted with the highly provocative uniform she was wearing. As she sat up after waking up, the towel slipped off her body again, prompting Mitchell to avert his gaze and look elsewhere.
Upon seeing Mitchell, Willow smiled sweetly and called out, "Mitchell." Her post-drinking tenderness and innocence almost made Mitchell lose control. He cleared his throat, not daring to look directly at the girl in front of him, and asked, "Why are you drinking? Are you unhappy?"
With a silly expression, Willow kept staring at Mitchell and said, "No, I'm very happy."
Mitchell became even more puzzled. Thinking she might be saying one thing but meaning another, he asked seriously, "What's wrong? Did something happen that's making you unhappy?"
Blushing, Willow pouted and shook her head, "No, really, Mitchell."
Feeling utterly bewildered, Mitchell couldn't fathom what was going on with the girl he liked dressed like this. He felt the need to take another shower immediately but also couldn't leave her alone.
"How much have you been drinking?" Mitchell gently adjusted the towel and covered her again. Otherwise... it would be hard to talk.
"Just a little bit." Willow gestured with her fingers.
Mitchell sweated, not good at drinking yet enjoying it. How could she end up like this with just a little bit?
"You said you had something to tell me. What is it?" Mitchell asked softly.
Willow remained silent, her big watery eyes staring straight at him without blinking, her fair face, rosy and chubby, leaning in close, her warm breath brushing against Mitchell's face. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, feeling like he was getting intoxicated as well.
Willow stared blankly at Mitchell's moving Adam's apple and his wet and messy hair, the buttons on his nightgown haphazardly fastened, revealing the chest muscles beneath. With only one thought in her mind, she really wanted to touch it.
As they say, alcohol emboldens. Her hands were quicker than her mind, reaching out and directly touching him from top to bottom. Her expression seemed somewhat dissatisfied, with a slight frown. Pouting, she said, "Why are you so stiff?"
Mitchell didn't expect this sudden turn of events and froze in place. Willow's unconscious hands were sparking everywhere, moving further down. When she touched his waistband, Mitchell suddenly realized and quickly grabbed her wandering hands, calling out firmly, "Willow!"
As Willow lifted her head from his chest, a look of confusion on her face, she asked, "What's wrong, Mitchell?"
Mitchell couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't figured out what was going on with this little girl today! Just as he was about to coax Willow back to bed to rest, her face suddenly enlarged in front of him, and then a soft pair of lips pressed against his, a soft and sweet sensation overwhelming all his senses. The girl took advantage of his distraction and stuck out her tongue...
An awkward kiss, lacking any finesse, rushed and clumsy, sweet and slightly alcoholic.
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