She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Yu Tian glanced at the two of them through the rearview mirror, then slightly eased off the accelerator, causing the car to slow down and gradually stabilize.

Han Xi supported her head, letting her rest comfortably on his shoulder, and asked softly, "Would you like to lie down and rest your head on my lap? It would be more comfortable."

Upon hearing this, Fang Li slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, her brows furrowing slightly: "...No...."

The tone was completely childlike, which startled Han Xi.

Then the person in his arms closed their eyes again.

Neon lights flashed alternately outside the window, and light and shadow shone into the car window with the car's speed, like colorful light spots in an old movie, making the woman's serene face with her eyes closed look even more dreamlike.

Han Xi's eyes were deep, and he seemed to smile helplessly as he gently stroked her hair and hugged her tighter like he was holding a child.

Perhaps it was the warmth of the embrace that gave the disoriented Fang Li a sense of security. She gently nuzzled her head, burying herself deeper into the man's arms, letting her head spin, and relaxing her body contentedly.

Forty minutes later.

The car turned a corner and drove into the hillside villa.

Yu Tian slowly parked the car in front of the main house, unbuckled his belt, and turned to look at Han Xi, "Don't you need any help?"

Han Xi: "No need. Turn off the car and you can go first."

Yu Tian nodded, turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Once the car was quiet again, Han Xi lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms.

Her slender body nestled obediently in his arms, the smell of alcohol already rising and flushing her cheeks. Her usually aloof and distant face became incredibly docile, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with her shallow breaths, like a sleeping kitten, quiet and soft, showing no hint of sharpness.

"Ah Li?" Han Xi gently touched her cheek and whispered, "We're home."

Fang Li frowned, then snuggled her head into his arms again. Instead of opening her eyes, she slipped her hand from her side through his waist and reached behind him to tightly grip his suit jacket.

He didn't want to move, and it seemed he wouldn't let him move either.

Han Xi straightened his back to cooperate, slightly distancing himself from the chair back, as if afraid of pressing down on her arm.

When he lowered his gaze to look at the quiet woman in his arms again, a look of doting affection appeared on his face, and he helplessly curled the corners of his lips, "Don't want to move?"

".......Hmm." After a long while, Fang Li finally spoke groggily, "I feel dizzy."

Han Xi's eyes darkened slightly. He raised his hand and pinched her porcelain-white chin, his tone slightly angry: "I'll teach you to drink this much in the future."

Fang Li's mind was a bit muddled, but her heart was perfectly clear.

I wanted to say that it wasn't her choice; the wine was clearly made too much like a soft drink, and she just drank it by mistake.

However, she moved her lips, but only uttered a series of soft murmurs, which were inaudible.

Upon hearing the engine, Aunt Rong opened the door to greet them.

As a result, Yu Tian got out of the car early and went back to the villa behind. The figure inside the car moved slightly, but did not get out for a long time.

She waited at the door for a long time, wearing a coat, wanting to ask but afraid of disturbing the people inside.

Just as they were hesitating, the back door of the car suddenly opened.

Seeing Han Xi carrying Fang Li in one arm and about to help her out of the car after opening the door, Aunt Rong quickly grabbed her coat and went over to help him hold the car door open and shield the roof from the car.

"Madam, what's wrong...?"

Han Xi carried Fang Li out of the car, and Aunt Rong closed the car door and followed.

"Go and make a bowl of hangover soup, and bring it up in a bit."

Smelling the alcohol on the two men, Aunt Rong understood immediately and nodded quickly, "Yes."

We entered the villa.

Han Xi kicked off his shoes and carried Fang Li upstairs.

He carried Fang Li in one arm in the master bedroom on the second floor, opened the door, and went inside.

He walked to the bedside, pulled back the neatly folded blanket, and gently placed the woman in his arms on it.

Just as she was about to get up, a small hand grabbed her collar. "Don't go."

The faint aroma of wine, mingled with the woman's unique fragrance, wafted into Han Xi's nostrils. His eyes darkened slightly as he glanced down at the hand before looking at the small face before him.

He braced himself with his arms bent at his sides, letting his collar be pulled, his voice low and husky: "Why?"

"..."

Do you know what the consequences will be if I stay?

Fang Li frowned. Drowsiness and drunkenness made her mind a complete blur. She could hear a magnetic voice buzzing in her ear, but she couldn't make out what the other person was saying.

Sensing that she was being asked a question, she mumbled a dazed reply: "Um..."

Her moist red lips parted and closed gently with her breath, her curly hair playfully clung to her porcelain-white swan neck, and the dark blue fabric of her dress barely covered her rounded breasts along her collarbone, leaving her bare shoulders exposed to the air.

Han Xi's hand was still pinned down by Fang Li, her palm pressed against his soft skin. Nothing was in direct contact with his palm, and the warm, soft touch felt like some kind of drug, teasing his already suppressed and roaring desires little by little.

His arms, which were supporting him at his sides, grew weaker and weaker. As his body sank little by little, Han Xi’s self-control, which he had always been proud of, completely collapsed.

He looked at Fang Li intently, his expression darkening as he lowered his head and covered her face.

At first, their lips were only lightly touching, but then he gently parted his lips and took her soft, tender lips into his mouth. As the sweet fragrance entered his mouth, he could no longer hold back his last bit of restraint.

“Ah Li… Ah Li…”

Han Xi really only intended to take it lightly. If he were sober, that would be a different story. But taking advantage of someone while drunk is never the act of a gentleman.

But he clearly underestimated the allure of the woman beneath him and overestimated his self-control.

When the two completely different auras merged, a tingling sensation traveled from his lips to the back of his head and spread throughout his body. He was already controlled by desire and could no longer stop.

A kiss is like a long-awaited spring rain, which starts as a gentle drizzle, then turns into a downpour, and finally becomes a raging storm, passionate and intense.

No longer satisfied with those two rosy lips, they drifted away little by little, to the left, down, along that beautiful curve, pressing against and sucking.

The itch gradually spread to Fang Li's brain. Finally, she frowned and opened her eyes with some difficulty. What she saw was the man's tightly closed, intoxicated eyes.

His lust was overflowing, like a wild beast poised to pounce on her.

She paused, then turned her face away, looking somewhat uncomfortable, hunching her shoulders and raising her hand to press against his chest.

"What...are you doing...?"

Han Xi's closed eyes snapped open instantly, a flicker of panic crossing his gaze.

Meeting Shang Li's hazy gaze, his breathing quickened and his breath was hot. His dark eyes were fixed on her, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if he were drunk: "Is it okay?"

Fang Li blinked blankly, her lips moving unconsciously as she looked at the magnified face so close to hers, then she frowned deeply...

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

Aunt Rong's voice came: "Sir, the hangover soup is ready."