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

"I'm not getting off," he said.

His voice was low, husky, and deep, carrying a strong hint of alcohol.

After pausing for several seconds, he said again, "Sit with me for a while."

Fang Li paused for a moment, her long eyelashes blinked rapidly twice, and she nodded: "Oh."

outside the car.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Aunt Rong's face, and she quickly and carefully closed the car door.

Just as the door closed, Fang Li caught a fleeting look of knowing on Lin Mo's face.

"Madam, I'll leave the boss to you. I'll head back now." Lin Mo's voice came through the crack in the car window.

Fang Li shifted her body, just about to get up and reply, when the large hand holding hers suddenly released its grip, and a long arm lifted up and landed on her back.

She was pulled into the man's arms and couldn't move at all.

Fang Li had no choice but to stiffen her neck and reply, "Okay, drive carefully."

"know."

As soon as Lin Mo left, Aunt Rong also led the servants back to hide.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

Especially inside the car, it was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing, one heavily and one lightly.

besides.......

Fang Li's body stiffened for a moment, then gradually relaxed, letting herself lean against the man's chest.

Listening to his heartbeat, she couldn't help but raise her hand to touch that burning spot, her voice soft and gentle: "Han Xi... are you drunk?"

The person above didn't respond for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft sound escaped his throat: "...Hmm."

Fang Li smiled.

So that's how he got drunk.

He remained silent and still, feigning composure to mask his drunkenness.

With each rhythmic beat in her ear, Fang Li murmured, "Your heart is beating so fast..."

Han Xi's prominent Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his lightly veiled eyes moved and slowly opened. He looked down at Fang Li, who was obediently lying in his arms. His dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, with a faint burning passion surging within them.

The air was filled with the familiar scent of a man, mixed with the rich aroma of alcohol. Fang Li hadn't been drinking tonight, but the smell made her feel slightly drunk. Her mind was hazy, and her eyes were squinting and almost glued together.

Han Xi looked down and saw Fang Li's eyes getting smaller and smaller until they closed completely.

A slight smile played on his lips, a gentle warmth flickering in his eyes. He leaned back in his seat, let out a soft sigh, opened the car door, picked up the woman in his arms, and walked towards the main house.

As soon as the two got out of the car, the cool air outside enveloped them, and Fang Li woke up.

She opened her eyes to find herself suspended in mid-air, with a man's sharp jawline in front of her. She was stunned for a moment, and a hint of nervousness flashed in her eyes: "Put me down, I can walk by myself."

Unfortunately, the man remained unmoved.

Fang Li wanted to struggle, but she didn't know his current state. She was afraid that he was drunk but was just pretending to be sober. She swayed and the two of them fell together.

Soon, Aunt Rong heard footsteps and opened the door.

Han Xi carried her smoothly into the villa, without even changing his shoes, and went straight upstairs.

In the master bedroom, Han Xi carried her through the door, closed it with his foot, and then strode over to gently place her on the bed.

The moment he put down the pear, he bent down deeply.

His arms were pressed down behind Fang Li, the two of them facing each other, their eyes meeting, their breaths mingling, only a fist's distance apart.

The tension she felt when she realized she was being held by Han Xi reached its peak at that moment.

The room was dark, with only a halo of light shining in from outside the window.

It was dimly lit, and only a faint outline could be seen.

Han Xi's eyes were already dark and deep, and with the night's reflection, they now surged with a dark, scorching current, like a black hole embedded in the vast universe, almost threatening to suck people in and shatter them.

Although it's already early autumn, the nights are no longer as hot as in the height of summer.

Fang Li didn't know why, but she still felt the temperature in the room was rising little by little, especially the man on top of her, who was like a scorching wall of fire, burning not only himself but also setting her on fire.

"Han Xi...you..."

"Can you dance?" the man on top of her suddenly asked.

Fang Li was stunned, and even stopped breathing.

Han Xi's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a low, husky voice, "Do you remember the sports meet your school held in your second year of junior high?"

"..." Fang Li was stunned for a long time before she guessed that he was talking about her school.

Fang Li pursed her lips slightly and said, "I remember. But you shouldn't have been abroad at the time..."

Han Xi's lips seemed to curl slightly. Instead of answering her question, he continued, "Your school requires each class to put on a performance. Your class's performance is a waltz."

Fang Li was surprised; how did he know all this!

Han Xi said, "The person you were paired with at the time was a boy who wore glasses and was as short as a chick that hadn't reached adulthood."

As he spoke, a strong sense of disgust was evident in his eyes.

"Standing next to you, I don't even seem to be as tall as you. Watching you struggling to spin around while holding his hand, I wondered if your homeroom teacher had something wrong with his eyes. Not only did he arrange this kind of program that is not conducive to the healthy growth of teenagers, but he also found a dwarf for the princess."

Princess?

Dwarf?

Fang Li had the illusion that the person in front of her was not Han Xi.

Otherwise, how could she have heard such childish words from that always indifferent and calm man?!

Fang Li didn't know what she was thinking. Even though she thought he was childish, she couldn't help but reply, "I'm not short anymore. I saw him a couple of years ago, and he was about your height."

"Who are you talking about?"

The room was dimly lit, and Fang Li didn't see the dangerous glint in the man's slightly narrowed dark eyes when he heard her say, "Not short... about the same height as you."

“I was saying that the boy was our class monitor back then, I think his name was Zhang Zheng’an. He studied physical education in college, and now he’s 1.8 meters tall, not short at all.”

"Zhang Zheng'an?"

"That should be its name."

"A tall guy, 1.8 meters?"

"Ah. More than that."

The danger in Han Xi's eyes was impossible to conceal.

At this moment, Fang Li realized that the arm that had been pressing down on her back had somehow been pulled out and was now wrapped around her waist.

The man on top of her narrowed his dark eyes slightly, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Not short anymore?"

"No..." Fang Li's words were on the tip of her tongue when she suddenly trembled, and she murmured, "Short."

"Hmm?" Han Xi smiled. "Short or not?"

Fang Li bit her lip, her tone firm: "Short!"

The danger in Han Xi's eyes faded slightly, and the curve of his lips revealed his current mood—he had been comforted.

He stared at her intently and said, "Regardless of his height, I was thinking that from now on, the only person standing next to you can be me, and your dance partner can only be me."

Fang Li's breath hitched slightly as she stared at him nervously.

The man who was lying on top of her suddenly got up, stood by the bed, and reached out his hand to her, his eyes filled with tenderness and his actions were very gentlemanly.

Looking at his current appearance, Fang Li felt as if something heavy had struck her heart, leaving her feeling dull, swollen, and intensely hot.

She couldn't help but smile along with him, propped herself up on her arms, and placed her hand in his palm.