Jiang Lingdan had told her many times: "[Tsk tsk tsk, I think Luan Yenan definitely likes you. He's always so cold to everyone else, but when he sees you, he smiles like he doesn't care. Even if it's acting, it's too much. I don't believe it.]"
Believe it or not, smiles are free, aren't they?
I won't hold back my smiles for her either.
Zuo Baixuan secretly turned her head to the side again.
Luan Yenan gazed ahead, the passage of time making her profile even more distinct. Even without a smile, her languid gaze carried an aura of authority.
The way she looked at me was definitely different from how she looked at me.
Zuo Baixuan's head started to wander again, her gaze fixed on Luan Yenan's profile.
Do you realize that you treat me differently?
Luan Yenan's crimson lips parted slightly.
Know.
? !
Zuo Baixuan shook her head.
No, what Luan Yenan said just now should have been, "We've arrived."
"We're here." Zuo Baixuan leaned on Luan Yenan's arm and repeated, looking out the window at the tall buildings outside. They had stopped downstairs in the residential area.
Luan Yenan helped Zuo Baixuan out of the car, declined the driver's offer of help again, and hugged Zuo Baixuan's waist as they walked into the building.
Zuo Baixuan walked steadily, but her body was as soft as if she had no bones. She leaned against Luan Yenan's arm, like a beautiful morning glory entwined around a wooden fence.
"Where are we?" The lingering effects of alcohol in Zuo Baixuan's system kicked in again.
Luan Yenan found it amusing and replied, "We're home."
"Home," Zuo Baixuan mumbled in response, glancing around before nodding slightly.
Seeing her dazed look, Luan Yenan pinched her face as soon as they entered the elevator and said, "You're not allowed to drink when I'm not around. If you get drunk, you might get sold off without even knowing it."
"How could I not know? You're taking me home. If we went anywhere else, I would definitely resist. Besides, I wouldn't have been drinking if it weren't for you." Zuo Baixuan was somewhat sober again at this moment, and she spoke eloquently.
Luan Yenan could only laugh at this, and wanted to do something else.
She pinched Zuo Baixuan's sharp-tongued mouth, stared at it for a while, and finally let out a soft breath as the elevator arrived.
“I’m not taking you anywhere else. We’re going home. You can change your clothes and take a shower later. Can you change by yourself?” Luan Yennan opened the door and looked at Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan looked weak and powerless. Upon hearing this, she swayed and pushed Luan Yenan away from the wall behind him, then covered her chest with her hand.
Seeing Zuo Baixuan like this, Luan Yenan reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Is this what you call resistance?"
Zuo Baixuan staggered back against Luan Yenan after being gently pulled, but dared not push or pull him, so she could only hum softly, "I want to change my clothes myself."
Luan Yenan listened to Zuo Baixuan speak. She didn't deliberately act coquettishly, but her soft and sweet voice made Luan Yenan's heart flutter.
It took her a while to suppress her subconscious urges, let go of their hands, and bend down to take off their high heels.
"It itches." Zuo Baixuan's ankle was pinched by Luan Yenan, and she curled her five fingers.
Luan Yenan's gaze lifted slightly, passing over the taut instep, up the smooth calf, over the hem of the skirt, and finally landing on Zuo Baixuan's face, who was biting her lip.
It took Luan Yenan a while to get out of sight before he got up and reached out to pull the person up.
"Ah!" The white butterfly cried out in surprise and took flight. Zuo Baixuan was caught off guard and, in fear, clung to Luan Yenan's neck.
When I opened my eyes again in a daze, I was already sitting properly in the room.
Luan Yenan turned on the room light: "Sit down first. If you can change your clothes by yourself, then do so. If you can't, then wait for me to come and help you."
Zuo Baixuan placed her hands in front of her knees and nodded obediently.
Luan Yenan's gaze deepened; she was truly afraid she wouldn't be able to calmly walk out of the room. She also laughed at herself for not simply getting drunk at this point; maintaining excessive rationality now was torture for her.
The dessert was right in front of her, but Luan Yenan ultimately went back to her room.
As she removed her heavy formal dress and changed into a light silk nightgown, she muttered to herself: "If Little White Flower continues like this, I'm really going to eat her alive."
Knock knock knock—
The door was unlocked, but there was a knock.
There will be no third person in this house.
Unexpectedly, Zuo Baixuan would take the initiative to knock on the door. Perhaps she has truly sobered up this time.
I wonder if this person has memory lapses; it's a real shame I didn't actually record what just happened.
Luan Yenan opened the door with a smile.
Zuo Baixuan stood outside the door, looking exhausted, her shoulders slumped, and because of the height difference, she tilted her head back at a 45-degree angle.
Her peach blossom eyes were flushed red, and her face was filled with grievance.
Luan Yenan instinctively covered the back of his neck.
However, there was no change at all on the back of the neck.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla, but Luan Yenan's pheromones remained calm and normal due to the medication. The uncontrollable possessiveness he felt just now did not come from his glands, but from the depths of his heart.
Luan Yenan's voice deepened, using a cold tone to try and calm himself down: "What's wrong?"
Hearing Luan Yenan's indifferent tone, Zuo Baixuan felt even more aggrieved. She took two steps forward and pounced on Luan Yenan, her hands still clutching the silk nightgown, wrinkling it.
Caught off guard, Luan Yenan took a few steps back.
Both hands are suspended in the air.
She looked at her slender, long fingers, unsure if she had enough skill, but she figured it was okay to act on instinct.
Suddenly, Zuo Baixuan, who was in her arms, spoke up: "Sister."
The word "sister" made Luan Yenan's hand, which was in mid-air, instantly press down on Zuo Baixuan's body.
Zuo Baixuan continued, "I can't take off my skirt, the zipper is too hard to pull."
His tone was aggrieved, showing none of his usual strength.
She was just like a spoiled little girl who was wearing her beautiful dress for the first time. After showing it off, she wanted to take it off, but found that it was beyond her ability to do so.
Her breath was accompanied by soft moans.
Luan Yenan pressed harder on Zuo Baixuan's body, and after a while, he finally laughed.
This little sister is just too cute.
"You're making fun of me." Hearing Luan Yenan's unrestrained laughter, Zuo Baixuan seemed even more aggrieved.
Luan Yenan, however, grabbed the hidden zipper at the back of the long dress and pulled it down: "I'm not making fun of you, I'll help you take off your dress."
Zuo Baixuan felt the dress binding her body loosen, breathed a sigh of relief, and took a step back: "No, sister is just zipping it up, I want to take it off myself."
Just when Luan Yenan thought Zuo Baixuan would leave like this.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Zuo Baixuan released her hands, she shrank back, and the long dress, carrying its own weight, suddenly fell as the weight on her shoulders disappeared.
When Luan Yenan saw the fair skin exposed to the air, he was momentarily speechless.
“You…are really drunk,” Luan Yenan said with certainty.
The vanilla scent in the air was out of control.
Zuo Baixuan had taken control of the situation. Seeing Luan Yenan's uncontrollable gaze, she felt she had won back the game. Satisfied, she wanted to walk up to Luan Yenan again, but her skirt, which was still piled on her lap, stopped her in her tracks, and she ended up falling into Luan Yenan's arms again.
The surface was so smooth that there was no point of leverage, so Luan Yenan could only manage to hold the person tightly. The two of them fell straight backward.
Fortunately, they used a high-end mattress, which relieved both of their weight.
Thump thump thump.
Luan Yenan's heart was beating very fast.
She couldn't guarantee that she could still control anything in the current disordered state.
The sound struck Zuo Baixuan's face like a drumbeat.
Zuo Baixuan looked up and laughed: "Did I win this time?"
Luan Yenan looked down at her, suppressing the turbulent emotions surging in his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to win?"
Zuo Baixuan felt Luan Yenan's heartbeat, looked into his eyes, listened to his low, husky voice, and felt her bangs fluttering in the wind from his disordered breathing.
Zuo Baixuan propped herself up, facing Luan Yenan with a smug smile, her gaze lingering on his face.
It was as if she had seized Luan Yenan by trickery rather than the other way around, taking the initiative and leaning down to kiss him lightly.
Luan Yenan's breath hitched, but he had expected it and closed his eyes to accept Zuo Baixuan's initiative.
Not satisfied with that, he flipped over and changed positions without hesitation.
Zuo Baixuan's body suddenly felt empty, and she sank into the softness of the mattress.
The situation reversed in a second, leaving her unable to react.
She was the one who took the initiative, so how did it turn out like this?
Luan Yenan's movements were quick and forceful, but the kisses were still gentle when they landed.
It gently drained all of Zuo Baixuan's strength.
The vodka, which had been absent from the air, suddenly appeared in my mouth.
Already drunk, he was then forced to drink a mouthful of strong liquor.
Zuo Baixuan gripped Luan Yenan's pajamas tightly with both hands, tugging at them, and letting out soft moans uncontrollably.
Luan Yenan paused, then kissed Zuo Baixuan on the cheek, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
She looked up again at Zuo Baixuan, whose eyes were filled with tears.
Having endured Zuo Baixuan's repeated provocations, Luan Yenan was no longer willing to let her go.
But she was still given a hundred chances to escape.
Zuo Baixuan stared intently, somewhat dazed, yet quite certain that the feeling she had just experienced had made her feel very comfortable.
Luan Ye Nan was filled with all the unease, sadness, and emptiness; she seemed unwilling to stop.