Gently bite the jasmine

The rhythmic music from the bar echoed up to the third floor, but was blocked off by the VIP room's exterior walls.

The indoor temperature was as warm as a spring day, and Lin Xi's breath smelled of alcohol, carrying the scent of peach blossoms, both ambiguous and intense.

As the alcohol surged, Lin Xi felt hot and stuffy, her eyes and cheeks turning red, and her breath was inexplicably taken away from her.

She struggled uncontrollably for a few moments, but then inhaled a scalding breath.

"Hmm..." Lin Xi groaned, as if someone had stolen her breath.

Duan Yiheng noticed the person beneath him tremble, his reason returned, and he froze for a moment.

He released her lips, which he had pinched like flower petals, and wiped away the glistening moisture from them with his fingertips.

So despicable!

A layer of frost settled between Duan Yiheng's brows and eyes, but his movements were very gentle, brushing across her lips, cheeks, and the corners of her eyes.

Those clear, bright eyes looked over, filled with his despicable nature, and Duan Yiheng raised his hand to cover them.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently, leaving a ticklish ring on his palm.

After sitting for a long time, his waist and hips were numb, and Duan Yiheng finally raised his hand.

Without a word, he took off his suit jacket, wrapped the person up, and carried them out of the night.

The driver opened the back door for the two of them, but Lin Xi was still restless, clinging her arm to Duan Yiheng's shoulder and calling him "handsome guy" in a silly manner.

The driver and Duan Yiheng's eyes met in the rearview mirror, and the partition silently rose.

Duan Yiheng pulled Lin Xi's hand away, but Lin Xi refused and raised her hand to touch his face: "Didn't we pay for this? Why can't I touch you?"

Duan Yiheng: "...How much did it cost?"

Lin Xi raised his index finger, making a "one" sign.

"You've got a lot of money." Duan Yiheng gritted his teeth. "You spent ten thousand yuan to find a show-off who's all bark and no bite, and you're happy just because she flatters you a bit?"

"I'm so happy." Lin Xi chuckled and nuzzled Duan Yiheng's neck. "He can sing too, and he sings so well."

Duan Yiheng cupped her face in his hands and commanded in a deep voice, "Sit properly."

Lin Xi was dizzy and disoriented as he arranged things neatly, but everything in his sight was crooked.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Lin Xi waved her hand and reached to the side, "Why is this chair crooked?"

Duan Yiheng helplessly pulled the person into his arms and asked with his head down, "Is it still crooked now?"

Lin Xi chuckled: "It's not crooked anymore."

"Be good." Duan Yiheng gently stroked her long hair. "You've drunk so much, you'll feel uncomfortable if you keep making a fuss."

Lin Xi closed her eyes and murmured, "I feel uncomfortable."

"Where do you feel unwell?" Duan Yiheng's voice was like a spring breeze in April.

"Hand," Lin Xi hummed softly.

Duan Yiheng took her hand and gently blew on it: "It's done."

Lin Xi closed his eyes, his voice low and hoarse: "Blow for a while longer."

"it is good."

Duan Yiheng held her hand in his palm the whole time.

The reddish tinge that was clearly different from the rest of his normal skin tone made Duan Yiheng's heart sink.

The little girl was afraid of physical pain, but she was even more afraid of the pain in her heart.

Duan Mingxuan's injuries allowed her to ignore the physical pain.

Unfortunately, Duan Yiheng was also helpless, which was what made it even more suffocating for him.

He manages such a large company, yet he can't control Lin Xi's emotional preferences.

The car turned into the villa, and the driver quickly got out and said to Duan Yiheng, "Mr. Duan, I'll carry Miss upstairs. You can go and rest."

Duan Yiheng refused, saying, "No need, I can do it myself. You can go home now."

The driver quickly agreed.

Duan Yiheng carried the soundly sleeping Lin Xi out of the car and into the bedroom.

Even the maids are asleep at this hour.

Duan Yiheng took off her shoes and coat, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He brushed the hair from her forehead with his fingertips, his gaze falling on her rosy lips.

Every breath he took was tempting, and Duan Yiheng restrained himself and got up, pulling the blanket up.

Lin Xi had a chaotic dream.

The world in my dream was absurd and twisted, flashing through my mind like a slideshow, but I couldn't remember anything.

Only her hazy head reminded her that she had drunk too much last night.

With swollen eyes and a swollen face, she looked around and realized she was in her own room.

It must have been Yutong who brought her back.

Lin Xi got out of bed, then suddenly stopped, stiffly turning back to look at the clock on the bedside table.

11:00 AM!

"Ah!" Lin Xi cried out in a short voice, as if startled.

Duan Yiheng pushed the door open and entered: "What's wrong?"

Lin Xi shuddered again, pointing at Duan Yiheng: "You...you...why are you still at home?"

Duan Yiheng looked her up and down. Although the smell of alcohol had dissipated, she still looked somewhat haggard.

He walked over to her and held out his hand: "Give me your hand."

"What are you doing?" Lin Xi asked, puzzled.

Duan Yiheng grasped her hand; the redness had improved considerably, which reassured him somewhat.

"Sit down." Duan Yiheng took out a tube of burn ointment from his pocket. "I'll apply some medicine for you."

Lin Xi was taken aback and asked him, "How did you know my hand was injured?"

“Last night…” Duan Yiheng hesitated for the first time, “You were drunk, so I… brought you back.”

"You brought me back, but where's Yutong?" Lin Xi almost covered her face in embarrassment.

He came to pick her up each time she was drunk.

As her memories resurfaced, Lin Xi frowned as she recalled everything that happened last night.

She was at the bar, downing several glasses of wine.

Then Liang Yutong said she would introduce her to a handsome guy, and they drank together. And then…

Lin Xi pounded her head, trying to wake up from her fragmented memories, but Duan Yiheng stopped her in a flash.

"what are you doing?"

Lin Xi laughed awkwardly: "I didn't do anything embarrassing last night, did I?"

Duan Yiheng's throat bobbed, and his voice lowered: "What counts as shameful?"

"Hehe..." Lin Xi scratched her hair. "When you arrived, was I drinking with someone else?"

"Yes," Duan Yiheng said, "dressed like a peacock, practically displaying its tail feathers, is that what you like?"

Lin Xi looked back guiltily. Duan Mingxuan frequented nightclubs and liked to wear brightly colored floral clothes.

In her drunken stupor, she mistook someone for someone else.

It was difficult to discuss this with Duan Yiheng, so Lin Xi glossed over the matter.

Duan Yiheng didn't press the matter: "Now that you're awake, go take a shower, eat, and then go to work."

As expected, it still delayed my work.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." Lin Xi, being a shrewd person, said, "Could you give me another chance?"

Duan Yiheng didn't understand why she was apologizing to him and couldn't respond for a moment.

"Really, I swear," Lin Xi said anxiously. "If there's a next time, you can fire me."

"..."

That's not the issue he was referring to.

"Don't worry, you won't be fired," Duan Yiheng comforted him softly.

He couldn't bring himself to kiss someone and then fire them.

"That morning..." Lin Xi asked, "Did you mark me absent without leave?"

Duan Yiheng: "I've asked for leave for you."

"Thank you." Lin Xi was overwhelmed with shame.

Next time, I must not do this again.

Upon hearing her words, Duan Yiheng paused in his tracks.

"How many more times will you get drunk for Duan Mingxuan in the future?" he asked.

Lin Xi's heart tightened, and she looked into Duan Yiheng's eyes: "You know?"

Duan Yiheng: "Were you hiding it very well?"

Lin Xi was taken aback: "Could it be... that Grandpa knew too?"

She always thought that only Chen Baiwei and Liang Yutong knew that she liked Duan Mingxuan.

"If Grandpa didn't know, why would he bring up your marriage to Duan Mingxuan the very night you returned to China?"

Lin Xi gave a wry smile: "I have failed Grandpa's good intentions."

Duan Yiheng didn't want to talk to her about Duan Mingxuan, but he couldn't bear to see her so dejected, so he asked:

"Do you remember when you thanked me before, saying you owed me something?"

Lin Xi nodded: "I remember, what do you want me to do?"