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

"Your lips..." Her face flushed slightly, and she unconsciously pursed her aching lips. "Last night, you, we..."

"What do you want to say?"

Fang Li: "...Sorry, I think I drank too much yesterday, and I don't remember much of what happened afterward..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke.

With her eyes lowered, she couldn't help but steal glances at Han Xi, her heart churning with confusion, panic, and anxiety.

How could you forget?!

Fang Li could feel that although her own mouth hurt, the wound wasn't too big; it was probably just a small cut. But Han Xi's mouth... was really quite shocking.

That's right, when she first saw him, she almost thought he had been beaten up by someone.

On second thought, who in the entire capital would dare to hit him?

But looking at his flawless handsome face, there was a bruise on the left corner of his mouth, and a deep wound on the corner of his lip, which had already scabbed over. It was obvious that something had happened!

Fang Li clutched her hands in frustration, her mind racing, all she could think of was that she seemed to have followed Brother Tian.

Han Xi raised an eyebrow slightly. "Can't remember anything?"

Fang Li felt that admitting it so readily seemed like an attempt to exonerate herself, so she glanced at him apologetically and said, "No, I do remember a little bit."

"How much is one point?"

Han Xi raised his long eyebrows slightly and asked her in a calm tone.

Fang Li frowned and tentatively asked, "It seems so, Brother Tian took me home?"

"..." Han Xi remained silent, then suddenly got up and walked towards the bedside.

Fang Li subconsciously tightened her grip on the blanket, looking at him with some trepidation.

"You only remember Yu Tian?"

Fang Li nodded: "...It seems there's also Lin Mo?"

Han Xi leaned down, bracing himself on the bed with his arms, and looked closely at her: "Anything else?"

"No...that's all..." Fang Li lowered her eyes guiltily, her heart trembling.

"..." A soft sigh followed by a deep, hoarse laugh. Han Xi said, "If I had known, I shouldn't have let you go last night."

".......ah?"

Han Xi pointed to his injured lip and said, "You did this. Think about how to make it up to me."

Fang Li couldn't hide her embarrassment. How could she make amends? She had absolutely no recollection of the injury. Was she just supposed to accept it without any real understanding?

"What, trying to renege on your debt?" Han Xi's dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Fang Li immediately replied, "No, I... I really don't remember what happened. Let me think about it first."

Han Xi propped himself up on the bed, looked at her closely for a while, then got up and walked towards the door. "Okay, then think it over carefully, and remember to give me an answer later."

The door opened and closed softly.

Watching the man's tall figure disappear through the door, Fang Li finally let out a long, belated sigh and fell heavily onto the bed.

what to do......

How should I think about it?

I racked my brains in bed for a long time, only managing to grasp a few vague fragments.

She thought she saw Han Xi; they were driving back, and it seemed like he was the one who hugged her. Then… Fang Li closed her eyes, trying hard to remember…

.......

A chaotic and ambiguous scene, filled with heavy breathing...

She suddenly opened her eyes!

what's the situation?

How could such a picture be in her mind!

Fang Li dared not think about it anymore.

She threw off the covers, quickly got out of bed, and went straight into the bathroom without even putting on slippers.

As soon as she went in, she was startled by her reflection in the mirror.

The corner of my lip was indeed cut, but the wound wasn't big.

To her surprise, she wasn't wearing a formal dress, but a thin nightgown, and her face—the makeup that the makeup team had spent over three hours applying—had been removed.

The key point is that it removes the parts very cleanly.

Fang Li was in a state of turmoil, her mind filled with doubts. She quickly washed up and changed her clothes.

When she finished washing up and came downstairs, Han Xi had already finished washing up as well, and was sitting at the dining table looking at his phone, clearly waiting for her.

"What have you thought about it?"

As she came downstairs, Han Xi looked up at her with a half-smile.

Fang Li bent down and sat in the chair opposite him, forcing an awkward smile and saying with pursed lips, "...I haven't remembered yet."

"is it?"

A casual question made Fang Li's heart skip a beat.

“Then you can continue,” Han Xi said.

Aunt Rong and her maid quietly brought breakfast to the table.

Fang Li glanced at them, biting her lip in annoyance. Thinking of her clothes and makeup, she finally asked, "My clothes..."

"I changed it," the man replied before he could finish speaking.

Fang Li: "......"

Staring blankly at the composed man, she swallowed hard, just about to ask about her makeup, when the man opposite her seemed to have expected it and spoke directly.

"This was my first time removing a woman's makeup. I looked up the information and followed the steps in the video. Did I not remove it completely?"

Fang Li opened her mouth, but was speechless.

Immediately, an image flashed in her mind: a man in a suit and tie, holding her unconscious body, distressedly holding a makeup remover pad, watching a video while helping her remove her makeup.

this......

What should I do if I feel like dying?

Breakfast was pure torture.

The man's gaze kept drifting over, and Fang Li, clutching the spoon in her hand, didn't dare to lift her head.

After finishing his meal, Han Xi went upstairs to his study to retrieve some documents.

Fang Li sat at the dining table for a moment, then stepped up to go up as well.

She had just reached the study door and was about to knock when the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside. Caught off guard, her hand struck Han Xi directly in the chest, and she stumbled forward a small step.

"Find me?"

The aristocratic man held a document in his left hand and gently grasped her wrist with his right. As his deep, mellow voice descended from above, his aggressive masculine aura quickly enveloped her: "You remember now?"

Fang Li's heart skipped a beat, like the pounding of a drum, and she said in a flustered voice, "Not, not yet, it should be... a blackout..."

Han Xi tightened his grip on her left wrist slightly, pulling her into his arms, then quickly released his grip and placed his hand on her waist.

Fang Li tensed up, her hands instinctively pressing against his shoulders. Before she could react, the man's unusually deep voice entered her ears: "I can give you a free reminder, do you want?"

Fang Li felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

How do I give a reminder?

These words make one's mind wander.

Besides, it wasn't that she hadn't remembered anything; those ambiguous moments were flashing through her mind. His offer to remind her now... could it be...?