It's terrible. Mr. Lu is too clingy.

On the way back to the villa, Lu Ci was too carsick to struggle anymore, so he collapsed on Xie Xingran, closing his eyes in discomfort.

Xie Xingran held two plastic bags and kept an eye on him to see if he showed any signs of vomiting.

Lu Ci didn't vomit until the car stopped. He just frowned and looked unhappy.

Xie Xingran picked him up carefully, said goodbye to Uncle Li, and entered the house.

When changing shoes at the entrance, Lu Ci finally couldn't help but patted her shoulder.

He said vaguely, "Put me down."

Xie Xingran put the man down doubtfully, "Can you stand steadily?"

But now it’s not about whether he can stand steadily, but that Lu Ci is about to vomit!

I saw him stumbling to the bathroom on the first floor, holding the toilet and vomiting violently.

Xie Xingran was stunned for a moment, then strode to his side and patted him gently on the back.

"You're quite patient. You didn't vomit until you got home," she said casually.

After vomiting, Lu Ci also stood up staggeringly, rinsed his mouth with water in his hands in the sink, and then took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

After a series of actions, Xie Xingran began to doubt whether he had woken up?

But when he looked up, his eyes were still as drunken and blurry as before, and his lips, stained with water droplets, were bright red.

Looking at her opening her arms, she said softly, "I want a hug~~"

Xie Xingran felt soft-hearted. He bent down, picked up the person, and walked upstairs.

His hands draped over her arms, and his furry head rubbed against her neck.

Like a kitten begging for its owner's love.

The villa was silent, with only the tapping of leather shoes on the stairs and the woman's humming of nicknames.

Opening the bedroom door, she gently placed the person on the bed.

When he wanted to pull away, Lu Ci also put his arms around her neck and pressed down.

The tips of their noses touched and then separated, but their foreheads were pressed tightly together.

Their breaths intertwined in an instant.

Lu Ci also closed his eyes, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he rubbed his forehead back and forth, as if teasing her.

Xie Xingran was so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe. His ears turned red. He finally asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Just stick it on~" he said, not feeling that there was anything wrong with doing so.

Yes, he is a drunkard now.

Xie Xingran spat at him in his heart, reached behind his back, grabbed his hands and forced them apart.

Lu Ci also pouted in dissatisfaction, but did not care about it, and said:

"I want to take a shower before I go to sleep...you wash me."

Xie Xingran's blush, which had not yet subsided, suddenly turned even redder, and he stammered, "You, you have hands, wash them yourself. I can't wash them for you."

The next moment, he said aggrievedly, "But I'm drunk, aren't you afraid that I'll fall?"

Xie Xingran looked down at him and snorted, "I don't think you're drunk at all. You can speak so clearly."

Lu Ci also shook his head, denying every word: "No, I'm drunk!"

Xie Xingran: "A drunk person won't say he's drunk."

Lu Ci also blinked: "Okay, I'm not drunk."

[Hurry up, hurry up! A drunk person doesn't realize he's drunk.]

Xie Xingran: "...you wash yourself, I'll go downstairs and make you some hangover soup."

After saying that, she turned around to leave, but the person behind her hugged her arm and whined, refusing to let her go.

Xie Xingran sighed deeply: "Lu Ciye, don't act like a rogue just because you've had a few drinks. Be careful or I'll beat you up."

Lu Ciye: "But, I helped you take a bath last time, so what's wrong with you helping me take a bath once?"

There was a sudden thunderclap, and Xie Xingran opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Was it really him who gave her a bath when she was drunk last time?! She had thought they would at least call a servant to come, after all, she saw that the sheets had been changed, so he must have vomited and made them dirty.

So this young master actually helped her take a bath?

However, even so, she would not compromise!

Throwing him on the bed, Xie Xingran fled from the bedroom.

Lu Ciye, who was left lying on his back on the bed, pressed his temples uncomfortably.

[You won't wash it for me? Humph, then I won't wash it either. I'll sleep next to you and make you stink to death!]

He threw back the quilt and rolled in, closing his eyes out of exhaustion.

Ten minutes later, when Xie Xingran came in with a bowl of tomato hangover soup, Lu Ci had already fallen into a deep sleep.

After hesitating for two seconds, she still woke him up. If he didn't drink it, he would have to bear the headache tomorrow.

"Lu Ci? Wake up and drink the sobering soup."

Lu Ci also opened his eyes in a daze and unconsciously sat up with her strength.

Just as the hangover soup was about to enter his mouth, Lu Ci stopped moving and kept his mouth tightly closed.

Xie Xingran was puzzled: "Drink it quickly, there is no ginger."

Lu Ci also became more conscious, but he still wanted to do something naughty to her.

"I don't want to drink unless you beg me~"

Xie Xingran looked at the smug look on his face when he uttered these words and narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, he let go of him and sneered:

"Whether you want to drink it or not, it's good enough that you're willing to feed me. You still want me to beg you, huh!"

Without the support of his arms, Lu Ci fell back onto the bed with a confused look on his face.

[No, why is my wife like this? ~]

"I want to drink, please feed me again." He said humbly and pleadingly.

Xie Xingran glanced at him, looked at his crystal clear eyes, and thought about it and decided to accommodate him as a drunkard.

So she picked up the bowl again with one hand and helped him up with the other.

I never thought that someone is such a rotten bone that he feels uncomfortable all over unless he makes trouble!

"Don't you think this is a lot like that scene on TV, 'Da Lang, it's time to take your medicine~~'? Hahahaha."

It was such a cold joke, only he could laugh at it, and he was laughing at himself.

Xie Xingran took a deep breath and suppressed his temper that was about to explode.

She gritted her teeth and let go of the man, walked to the other side, opened the drawer, took out a packet of medicine, tore it open and poured it into the sobering soup.

Lu Ci also witnessed the whole thing, and his dizzy head was a little confused.

I just asked her, "Wife, what did you put in there?"

Xie Xingran smiled at him, but it was better not to smile, as she seemed a little immature and could not pretend to be sinister. Instead, she looked a little funny.

Lu Ci also suppressed his laughter, pretending to be frightened, clutching the quilt tightly, and said weakly and pitifully:

"Wife, you don't really want to poison me so you can inherit my huge fortune, do you? Oh, oh, oh, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

Xie Xingran almost couldn't cooperate anymore. This guy is so good at acting, he really should become an actor.

The next moment, she turned off the lights in the room.

In the darkness, she slowly walked towards him, her footsteps clacking.

"Dalang, it's time to take your medicine."

She deliberately lowered her voice, sounding extremely eerie, as if it was the devil who came to take someone's life.

It was originally just an act, but this time Lu Ci was really scared.

"Ah!!" He hid under the quilt, his adrenaline surging rapidly, and shouted:

"No, no, Xie Xingran, you're so scary. Turn on the light quickly. I'm scared."

Xie Xingran didn't listen to him and continued his performance. He reached out to touch the person under the quilt and then tightened his fingers.

"I caught you~Dalang~~"

"Ahhh!" Lu Ci also struggled wildly, like a mouse jumping up and down in the quilt.