Gently bite the jasmine

Lin Xi entered the kitchen, admiring Mei Jie's thoughtfulness.

The words of concern that Sister Mei had spoken to Duan Yiheng still echoed in her ears:

"I might have drunk too much tonight, I'll make some mung bean soup to help me sober up."

"But we have to wait for him to come back before we can do it."

"Let him sleep for a while. If he responds when you call him, you can feed him the hangover soup."

"This mung bean hangover soup is also very easy to make. Just put it in a stew pot with dried tangerine peel, sandalwood, orange peel, kudzu flower and white cardamom, bring it to a boil over high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer for 30 minutes."

Lin Xi proceeded methodically according to the steps.

She was afraid the soup in the pot would overflow, so she didn't dare leave and stood in the kitchen for about ten minutes with her phone in hand.

She turned the stove down to a low setting, set an alarm for half an hour, and then went to the living room.

Lin Xi really had no experience in taking care of people.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, searching online while muttering to herself, "How to take care of a drunk person."

She glanced at Duan Yiheng and saw that his face was flushed and his brows were furrowed, indicating that he was not feeling well.

Lin Xi put down her phone, went to the sofa, supported his head with one hand, and grabbed a cushion with the other and stuffed it under the back of his head.

But... Duan Yiheng's head was too heavy.

Lin Xi's arms ached from exhaustion, but she didn't manage to stuff a pillow behind his head.

On the contrary, Duan Yiheng became increasingly uncomfortable with her actions and snorted in dissatisfaction through his nose.

"Lying flat is uncomfortable." Lin Xi patted his cheek. "If you cooperate, I'll put a pillow under you."

Duan Yiheng mumbled a vague "Mmm" in response.

Because her mother drank like this on the anniversary of her death, Lin Xi's heart softened, and she coaxed her like a child: "Then be good, and lift your head up a little with my help, okay?"

"Okay," Duan Yiheng replied.

Lin Xi chuckled, then cupped his head in her arms again, her other hand gripping the pillow. Duan Yiheng actually lifted his head with her help.

Taking advantage of the moment he turned his head, Lin Xi stuffed a pillow under his head.

The cooperation only lasted two or three seconds. Duan Yiheng released his strength, turned his body slightly, and pressed her entire palm under her right cheek.

The distance suddenly shortened, and Lin Xi, caught off guard, leaned against his side shoulder.

The strong smell of alcohol seeped gently from Duan Yiheng's slightly parted lips.

Lin Xi stared at him for a while, then couldn't help but reach out and curiously pok at his long, thick eyelashes.

Duan Yiheng impatiently rubbed against her palm to avoid her harassment.

Lin Xi curled her fingers, secretly laughing at herself for what she was doing.

She carefully pulled her hand away from his face and turned to go to the kitchen.

The hangover soup wasn't ready yet, so she kept checking on it, going back and forth between the living room and the kitchen.

She didn't ladle out the mung bean soup until her phone alarm rang, and then set it aside to cool.

After letting it cool for about ten minutes, she took a bite, and the temperature was just right.

Duan Yiheng has been asleep for almost an hour; I don't know if I can wake him up.

Lin Xi carried the soup bowl over and placed it on the coffee table, then patted Duan Yiheng on the shoulder: "Get up."

Duan Yiheng didn't move, as if he were fast asleep.

She had already cooked the hangover soup, and if he could drink some after waking up, he could go back to his room to sleep. If a 188cm tall guy like him slept on the sofa here all night, he would definitely have a sore back the next day.

After thinking about it, she decided to wake Duan Yiheng up.

Lin Xi stepped forward, bent down, turned Duan Yiheng, who was lying on his side, and patted his cheek: "Duan Yiheng, wake up... get up and drink some hangover soup..."

Duan Yiheng felt like a fish being roasted over a fire, being flipped over every now and then.

The effects of the alcohol were so strong that he was reluctant to wake up.

"Duan Yiheng, wake up." Lin Xi increased the pressure, and Duan Yiheng hissed in pain.

What dares to slap his face?

The "slap slap" sound is really asking for trouble.

Duan Yiheng grabbed the wrist by his neck and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were half-closed, and he was clearly still not fully conscious.

Lin Xi smiled: "It's good that you're awake. Come and have some hangover soup."

The voice was all too familiar. Duan Yiheng called out in a low, hoarse voice, "Lin Xi."

Lin Xi hummed in agreement: "You still recognize me?"

“Chole,” he murmured with his eyes closed.

Lin Xi was taken aback: "Why are you suddenly calling me that?"

Duan Yiheng frowned and tugged at the already loose black tie around his neck.

It's so tight!

Lin Xi quickly brought over the hangover soup, scooped a spoonful, and held it to his lips.

Duan Yiheng smelled an indescribable bean aroma, frowned, and looked up to avoid it.

"Don't dodge!" Lin Xi grabbed his chin. "It's all spilled."

Duan Yiheng muttered, "What is that?"

Lin Xi: "Hangover soup."

Even though Sister Mei is sick, she insists on waiting for him to come back. If she doesn't feed him this soup, how will she explain it to Sister Mei tomorrow?

"I'm not drunk."

Lin Xi replied perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you're not drunk, but this is something I worked hard to make, why don't you have some?"

Duan Yiheng stared at her, seemingly deep in thought.

Lin Xi didn't care about anything else. While he was still somewhat conscious, she shoved a spoonful into his mouth.

Duan Yiheng subconsciously bit the spoon.

Lin Xi: "...Don't bite it, how am I supposed to feed you?"

Duan Yiheng released his grip, but the next second he started coughing violently again.

Lin Xi patted his back, grabbed his arm, and tried to pull him up: "It's not easy to feed you while you're lying down, why don't you sit up?"

Duan Yiheng, whether he understood her words or not, propped himself up on the sofa and sat up.

He casually rested one hand on the edge of the sofa, his fingers long and slender, his wrist bones clearly defined.

His usually impeccably pressed suit and shirt were creased, and his tie was loose, rising and falling on his chest with each breath.

Lin Xi was pushed aside by him, and Duan Yiheng's long legs, which had nowhere to go, were slightly open, with his knees pressing against her legs.

The light cast a shadow over his superior features, and when he frowned and tilted his head back, a glimpse of his collarbone and chest would always be revealed, exuding an indescribable sexiness.

"Lin Xi?" He turned his head, as if to confirm.

Lin Xi picked up the hangover soup again and said, "It's me."

Duan Yiheng raised his hand to his stomach: "It hurts."

"Then open your mouth, you'll feel much better after drinking it." Lin Xi scooped a spoonful of mung bean soup and held it to his lips. "Be careful, don't spill it again."

Duan Yiheng hummed in agreement.

After much effort, Lin Xi finally managed to feed him all the soup.

She was about to take the dishes to the kitchen to wash when Duan Yiheng grabbed her and made her fall onto the sofa.

"Sit with me for a while."

Lin Xi glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already one o'clock.

She has to go to work tomorrow.

But she was really worried about Duan Yiheng's condition.

"Sit down." Duan Yiheng was drunk and didn't know his own strength, so he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

"It hurts," Lin Xi cried out as she leaned on his shoulder.

She turned around and slapped his hand, complaining, "I must have owed you and Duan Mingxuan something in my past life. Last night it was him, and tonight it's you."

"Duan Mingxuan," Duan Yiheng's tone suddenly turned serious, "Did he bully you?"

Lin Xi moved to the side: "It was clearly you who bullied me."

Her arm still hurts.

"I won't..." Duan Yiheng's drunken state was barely concealed, "I won't bully you, I..."

It is said that people speak the truth when they are drunk, but Lin Xi never took that saying seriously.

While she was arguing with the drunkard word by word, her curiosity suddenly rekindled: "How are you?"

Duan Yiheng took her hand and placed it over his heart.

Lin Xi stared at him blankly, not understanding what kind of drunken madness he was acting.

But the next second, he grabbed her hand and pressed it down, saying, "I won't bully you, because I can't bear to."

Lin Xi turned her head in surprise, and Duan Yiheng's eyes, tainted by alcohol, revealed a blatant debauchery.