After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Even without raising his eyes, Wen Hemian could clearly guess the smug smile on Xie Lang's face.

No wonder he didn’t drink a single glass after sitting down!

The cunning wolf cub!

She cursed in her heart.

The aftereffect of this wine was really strong, stronger than any other wine she had tasted before. After slowly drinking it, she felt not only dizzy but also her breathing became hotter. On the contrary, the two hands pressing on her forehead seemed particularly cold, making her want to get closer.

Wen Hemian still had his sanity left, so of course he wouldn't get close to Xie Lang at this time.

What’s the difference between this and a sheep falling into a wolf’s mouth!

She brushed away Xie Lang's hand. Even though she was drunk, her voice was calm and steady: "It's getting late. Your Majesty, please take me back to the palace."

When he came out, he took Xie Lang's carriage. Wen Hemian didn't expect that he could go back in this state.

Although it’s not quite appropriate to ride in the same car with Xie Lang, but... he shouldn’t do anything, right?

Wen Hemian kept switching between trust and distrust in his teaching results.

Xie Lang stood up, and for once he was not angry at her refusal, but smiled and said, "Okay."

As he spoke, he naturally reached out to support Wen Hemian, very restrainedly, without any movement that crossed the line.

Wen Hemian used some strength and was basically able to stand on his own. He walked forward very calmly, but his eyes were fixed on the ground. He carefully checked everything he passed by, which was in stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

Xie Lang watched and couldn't help laughing.

Wen Hemian gave him a sidelong look: "What are you laughing at?"

She seemed to have completely forgotten what unpleasant thing had happened between her and Xie Lang just now, and her expression was exactly the same as before when she looked at Xie Lang.

He muttered quietly, "It's just a few glasses of wine, not enough to make me drunk."

Xie Lang suppressed the smile on his lips and nodded in agreement: "Yes, the teacher is not drunk."

Just cute.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong along the way and the two got on the carriage smoothly.

Wen Hemian calmly found a corner of the carriage and sat down. He raised his hand to lift the curtain beside him and closed his eyes to let the cold wind coming in from outside blow.

Xie Lang didn't dare to approach her rashly and could only watch her silently.

Maybe it was because she was drunk, there was a faint blush at the corners of her eyes, which added a bit of color to her pure and beautiful face. Her skin was extremely white. She usually looked cold and difficult to approach, but with her eyes closed, the alienation was diluted.

Especially the lips, which are bright red and moist, making people want to kiss them just by looking at them.

Xie Lang took a deep breath.

He obviously didn't drink, but he still looked drunk, and my eyes were attracted to him involuntarily.

"Master, the night wind is cold, stop blowing it, and drink the sobering soup when you get back..."

Wen Hemian always looked unwell. Even though Xie Lang knew it was just superficial, he was still worried that she would get sick.

After coming to his senses, he didn't care about anything else for a moment and stood up to close the curtain.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the carriage jolted, and in an instant, Wen Hemian's body leaned to the side. Xie Lang subconsciously reached out, and the faint fragrance instantly filled his arms.

He widened his eyes in slight surprise: "Master?"

Wen Hemian did not respond, as if he was uncomfortable with the sudden change of position. He hummed softly and continued to lie quietly on his shoulder.

She had tried a lot of wine in her daily life and thought she had a good alcohol tolerance. This time, she was caught off guard and tried a new wine, and ended up falling for it.

The effect was actually better than Xie Lang had expected.

She actually fell asleep just now.

It was also because of his usual impression that Xie Lang just thought she was avoiding him and didn't think in that direction.

This was the first time Xie Lang had seen Wen Hemian so vulnerable and approachable. His Adam's apple rolled and he turned his eyes to the side, almost uncontrollably, as he trembled and gently pressed his hand on the corner of the other's eye.

Then slowly, inch by inch, stroke down along the cheek.

Finally, it landed on the lips he had coveted for so long, and pressed against them lightly and slowly.

His eyes suddenly became as dark as ink, and his voice became low and hoarse.

"Wen Hanshuang——"

This is something Xie Lang has never called out before.

Peers who are close to each other can call each other by their given names.

But he was Wen Hemian's student, so he could only restrain himself and return to propriety and call her Taifu.

It’s not that he has any objection to this title, which precisely represents their most inseparable relationship, but it shouldn’t become an obstacle.

So what if he cheated his teacher and violated his moral principles? He didn't care.

Xie Lang understands better than anyone that opportunity cannot be missed.

He stared at Wen Hemian for a long time, but saw no sign of her waking up. Finally, he couldn't hold back and pinched her chin and kissed her.

It didn't go deep, but as if with some kind of determination, mixed with hot and rapid breathing, gently stroking, licking, and even trembling slightly.

He admitted that he was despicable, selfish, and unscrupulous.

But as long as he could catch this person, he wouldn't care about anything else.

……

The carriage stopped steadily at the palace.

But after waiting for a long time and seeing no sign of the two coming out, the secret guard driving the carriage called out softly, "Your Majesty? Lord Wen?"

Soon, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and the new person who came out was His Majesty.

No, you can’t say that either.

It should be said that it was His Majesty who was holding Lord Wen.

Lord Wen was born prematurely. Everyone in the capital knew that she had been in poor health since childhood and had been recuperating in a temple for a long time. Therefore, compared with other men, her body was particularly thin.

But because of her status and abilities, no one dared to look down on her even though she looked weak.

Now that I am being held in His Majesty's arms like this, I actually... unexpectedly don't feel any sense of incongruity.

The secret guard's pupils trembled. He dared not say or think anything and quickly stepped aside.

Xie Lang held Wen Hemian steadily in his arms and went straight to her room after entering the mansion. Although his steps were steady, it seemed as if he deliberately slowed down his pace. He just happened to bump into Qingyun who was hurrying over at the door.

"This slave is here to meet Your Majesty."

Qingyun bowed and saw his son being held in the emperor's arms. His heart trembled a little. Before he could ask more questions, Xie Lang ordered: "Go and make a bowl of sobering soup."

Qingyun said under pressure: "Why not let me wait for you to rest first..."

"No need." Xie Lang refused, his eyes swept over her thoughtfully, and he said, "I know the secret of the Grand Tutor."

Then he left Qingyun where he was and strode into the room.

Qingyun was stunned: "Ah?"

After entering the room, Xie Lang put the person steadily on the bed, carefully took off her shoes, and wanted to do more, but his fingertips curled up and he didn't do anything in the end.

Wen Hemian had no idea what happened during his sleep. Instead, because he returned to a familiar environment, he slept even more deeply, and his hair on his temples was slightly ruffled.

Xie Lang lowered his eyes and brushed his hair back.

His eyes darkened a little: "Forget it, we have a long way to go."