Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

"You are quite powerful, aren't you? You play with me like it's a game. You don't even dare to fart outside, you just stand there and get bullied."

"You can't win but you don't know how to call for help? Are you dumb?"

Song Xun was scolded all over.

Zheng Lanxing couldn't suppress her emotions, and her face and neck turned red as if she was suffering from an allergy.

He seemed to be drunk, his steps unsteady, and he could only stand by leaning on the door frame. He was tugging at his tie in annoyance.

Song Xun was frightened and asked carefully, "How are you now?"

As if feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, Zheng Lanxing closed his eyes and pressed his forehead.

Even Zheng Lanxing himself thought it was due to drunkenness. Song Xun knew it was not that simple. Zheng Lanxing was in a state of Chinese medicine now, and he was on the endless sea, with no village in front and no shop behind. It was extremely difficult to deal with.

Song Xun's mind was working frantically. He suddenly realized that there couldn't be no doctor on board a ship with so many people. He looked up suddenly and said, "Is there a doctor on board? Contact a doctor quickly."

Zheng Lanxing felt his body suddenly getting hot for no reason. His dark eyes stared straight at Song Xun, his attention focused on his opening and closing lips, not listening to a single word.

He left the door frame he was leaning against and rushed towards Song Xun with unsteady steps.

A man heavier than himself suddenly hung on his body. Song Xun was knocked back a few steps and barely stood firm: "Zheng Lanxing, can you hear me?"

Zheng Lanxing put his head on his shoulder, the tall man bent his waist with a look of grievance, without saying a word.

There was a sound of heavy breathing in his ears, and Song Xun had no idea what to do.

At this moment, Qiao Bin, who heard the noise, came in from outside and looked at the two people's postures in surprise and asked: "What happened?"

Song Xun felt as if he had seen a savior, and his voice was filled with eagerness: "Zheng Lanxing is sick, can you call a doctor over?"

Just as he finished speaking, his earlobe was stung unexpectedly. He tilted his head back in panic, away from Zheng Lanxing: "Don't move."

Zheng Lanxing frowned, his eyes were red, his gaze fell on Song Xun's earlobe, which was as white as mutton-fat jade. There was a small mark on it. He licked the tip of his teeth, held Song Xun's face with both hands and turned it towards himself. He looked a little confused: "Don't look at him, look at me."

The people who were watching this silently from a distance had expressions of having eaten a melon on their faces.

Some of them tried to please Zheng Lanxing with women, but none of them succeeded. It turned out that it was because of the wrong gender, so there was no way they could succeed.

Song Xun's scalp tingled. He reached out to pull down Zheng Lanxing's hands that were pinching his face, and looked at Qiao Bin for help.

Qiao Bin suppressed his shock, but it was obvious that he didn't think Zheng Lanxing was sick: "He is like this, his face gets red easily when he drinks. He is probably just drunk. Just take him back to his room to rest."

“No…” Song Xun was about to explain, but Zheng Lanxing, who was hanging on him, became angry and pulled him out: “I told you, don’t look at him! Don’t look at him!”

Completely unable to compete with the serious Zheng Lanxing, Song Xun was dragged out of the cocktail party.

After leaving the room, Song Xun shivered as the cool breeze from overseas swept over him. His hands were firmly restrained by Zheng Lanxing, and he was pulled up to the stairwell.

Some people who were walking downstairs passed by, and Song Xun seized the opportunity to ask loudly, "Excuse me, does anyone know where the doctor on the ship is?"

A tall, thin man answered him: "Room 407 upstairs."

Song Xun didn't even have time to say thank you before Zheng Lanxing pulled him up again with dissatisfaction.

After climbing two steps, the fourth floor appeared in front of us.

In order to stabilize Zheng Lanxing, Song Xun gave up struggling and said softly, "Let's go find a doctor, okay?"

Zheng Lanxing seemed to be very impressed by this. He stopped and stared at Song Xun for a long while. Suddenly, he felt aggrieved: "You called me President Zheng, and I'm very angry."

Song Xun just wanted to calm him down now. While he was being talkative, he led him to the corridor on the fourth floor: "I was wrong. I will never call you that again."

"You ignored me for so long."

"Not next time."

"Then will you stay by my side forever?" Zheng Lanxing suddenly stopped, and stared at Song Xun stubbornly with those sharp and beautiful eyes.

Because of the drug, his hands were very hot, and his neck, ears, and face were stained red. He had put aside his previous arrogance and coldness, and lowered his posture. He looked like some kind of captive large cat, having lost his innate wildness.

It was as if a tiny electric current was flowing upwards through his fingertips. Song Xun's heart felt numb and he opened his mouth but could not utter a word.

Zheng Lanxing suddenly became manic. He restrained Song Xun's hands again and dragged him towards the corridor on the fourth floor.

"I know you don't like me, not at all, you liar—"

Passing by the door of Room 407, Song Xun stopped in his tracks: "Zheng Lanxing, wake up. I'll take you to see a doctor."

Zheng Lanxing kept walking, and seeing that he refused to follow her, she frowned impatiently, put him on her shoulder with one hand, and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor.

As the owner of this yacht, Zheng Lanxing has his own room here, which is located on the quietest side.

His vision turned, and Song Xun was fixed upside down on Zheng Lanxing's shoulders. His head was filled with blood and he felt uncomfortable. Only then did he realize the seriousness of the situation and began to feel scared.

"Put me down - Zheng Lanxing, I'm not going anywhere, let me go -"

Zheng Lanxing, whose sanity had been eroded by drugs, remained unmoved and walked towards his room with red eyes.

At the end of the corridor, a young woman in cool clothes was waiting outside the door. She was full of disbelief when she saw Song Xun being carried by Zheng Lanxing. After being glared at by Zheng Lanxing, she hurriedly moved out.

Song Xun recognized that she was the one who drugged Zheng Lanxing, but now he couldn't care less.

He stretched out his hand to the woman and begged, "Please help me go to Room 407 and call the doctor out. He's very close. He's in the room in front."

The woman looked at Song Xun who was carried on her shoulders. Before she could say anything, Zheng Lanxing glanced at her angrily, as if his territory was invaded, with a hint of expulsion.

The woman was frightened by his gaze and stepped back again and again, not daring to look at Song Xun.

The door was slammed shut, and she vaguely heard the man's heavy, lustful breathing, which was completely isolated inside the door.

The boy's words begging her to find a doctor flashed through her mind, but the woman didn't dare to get involved. She had already done something shameful, so how could she possibly make a big deal out of it?

Without stopping, the woman hurried away in the night.

The moon over the sea hung in the night sky like a jade plate, reluctant to retreat until the sky grew slightly brighter, and then it slowly set.