Chapter 70
The phrase "drunk and promiscuous" is inaccurate, but it is true that one's self-control is weakened when drunk.
Luan Yenan knew exactly what she was thinking.
Just looking at Zuo Baixuan glowing in the moonlight, just looking at Zuo Baixuan dazzling under the fireworks, she couldn't suppress the thoughts in her heart, and she was restless.
Luan Yenan sat in the study, looking up at the ceiling light, pinching the bridge of his nose, and took a sip of water.
As soon as she got back to the hotel, she took a shower in the living room bathroom, and then locked herself in the study before Zuo Baixuan came out.
Physical isolation is the most reliable method.
I'll spend tonight in the study. Once I send Zuo Baixuan away first thing tomorrow morning, I won't have any worries.
Luan Yenan shook his head at the computer, then touched the back of his neck; the barrier patch was intact.
The only good news about her glands recently is that she's getting stronger and stronger at controlling her pheromones.
I bought a high-efficiency medical barrier patch at the hospital this morning. Combined with my own control over pheromones, I will no longer accidentally harm Zuo Baixuan.
Luan Yenan drank the water in his glass in one gulp and focused on his work.
It was almost one o'clock when I got back. I quickly processed a couple of files and then it was time to go to sleep.
Luan Yenan closed his laptop.
Spread the blanket from the study cabinet onto the sofa, then turn off the lights.
She sat on the sofa, checked Zuo Baixuan's flight information one last time on her phone, and set her alarm for tomorrow morning.
Outside the study window, the dazzling lights of the city's vibrant nightlife pierced through, suggesting that the city's nightlife was only just beginning.
Luan Yenan lay down, blocking out all the dazzling lights, but she couldn't escape the moonlight. The bright light made it hard for Luan Yenan to sleep, but she didn't want to close the curtains. She just turned over in frustration.
Feeling uncomfortable lying on her side, she changed back to lying on her back.
She stared at the full moon in the sky for a while, then drifted into a state of mental blankness.
Knock knock knock—
There was a knock on the door.
"Are you asleep?" Zuo Baixuan's voice came from outside the house.
Luan Yenan stood up and walked to the door.
Actually, at this point, you can simply not answer.
They were separated by a door.
But as long as you don't answer or open the door, today is over.
Click.
Luan Yenan's hand opened the door before his mind could process it.
She looked at Zuo Baixuan, who was wearing a nightgown and standing in the dim light. Only the light from the window shone in from behind her, and the scattering light that passed over Luan Yennan's shoulder shone on Zuo Baixuan's face, making her look like she was covered with a thin mist of grievance.
Those peach blossom eyes were brimming with tears.
Luan Yennan received all of Luan Yennan's crystal-clear grievances. Luan Yennan wanted to reach out, but he restrained himself.
Zuo Baixuan couldn't resist any longer. Her glistening lips parted slightly: "I'm going back to China tomorrow. Don't you want to see me a little longer?"
When Luan Yenan heard Zuo Baixuan ask this question, he felt it was somewhat cruel, rather cruel to himself.
But all she could do was gently cup Zuo Baixuan's face in her hands and ask, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Luan Yenan didn't know that these were words that sounded like they were used to coax a child, and she didn't know how they came out of her mouth.
Zuo Baixuan blinked, feeling the warmth on her face and hearing Luan Yenan's concern, and most of the grievance in her chest was dispelled.
She bit her lip, unable to find a better reason for a while, and could only nod in agreement.
Luan Yenan found it even more amusing, tucked the stray hairs from Zuo Baixuan's forehead behind her ear, and patted her head: "Why do you act like a little kid when you're drunk?"
“But what you did to me before wasn’t something you would do to a child, sister.” Zuo Baixuan said softly, but raised her head and took a step closer to Luan Yennan.
"What did you call me?" Luan Yenan didn't flinch, just stared at her, as if she had been completely swallowed up by him, standing in his shadow from the light.
She suppressed her breath and stared straight at Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan saw the familiar gaze and smiled, "What's wrong? You're older than me, is it a problem if I call you 'sister'?"
Luan Yenan reached out and pinched Zuo Baixuan's chin.
Before she even exerted any force, Zuo Baixuan tilted her head upwards.
This little white flower, once she drinks, all she knows is to call me "sister".
Luan Yenan felt completely powerless against this title... this title that came from the innocent girl.
It's a term of endearment that's more offensive than "Anan" or even "wife," a private term reserved only for the two of them.
Luan Yenan's gaze darkened, and the power within him stirred.
A wild beast about to break free from her body conjured a shadow that completely enveloped Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan was like an innocent little rabbit, winking at a wild beast.
wrong.
Zuo Baixuan is no innocent little rabbit; her bright eyes were darting around, and it was unclear what she was thinking.
This reminds me of the last time this drunk little white rabbit attacked the big bad wolf.
Luan Yenan suppressed his anger and casually touched the back of his neck.
Fortunately, there are no abnormalities for the time being.
A smile appeared on her face as she patted Zuo Baixuan's head: "Calling me sister is fine, so what brings you here?"
Zuo Baixuan saw that Luan Yenan's arrow was already on the bowstring but she remained unmoved.
Why is that?
At parties, it's the same: kissing hair, forehead, nose, being very intimate, but never actually kissing.
What's wrong with Luan Yenan? He's acting so strangely today.
I've practically offered myself up, so why this reaction?
Zuo Baixuan raised her eyes and displayed her displeasure with a furrowed brow.
"Are you planning to sleep in the study?" Zuo Baixuan looked past Luan Yenan and saw the thin blanket on the sofa, changing the subject.
“Normally we should sleep in separate rooms, right? I’m too lazy to pack my things in the second bedroom, so I’ll just make do in the study.” Luan Yennan said, walking back to present the facts to Zuo Baixuan.
As expected, the words "sleep in separate rooms" left Zuo Baixuan speechless, biting her lip.
Luan Yenan could have designs on her, could have wanted to take advantage of her, and she couldn't resist because she was simply not as skilled as him.
However, as the party who adheres to the contract and insists on sleeping in separate rooms, it seems that I have no reason to sleep with the party who is the employer.
But Luan Yenan's reply was far too perfunctory.
This is the presidential suite, not home. The second bedroom needs to be cleaned up before it can be used normally if it has been unoccupied for a long time. The second bedroom is also taken care of every day, ready to welcome guests at any time.
Luan Yenan chose not to go out just now simply because she was worried that she would have second thoughts when she passed by the master bedroom.
Zuo Baixuan was just drunk, not brain-dead. Her logic was clear, and she immediately noticed Luan Yenan's perfunctory attitude. She then pounced on Luan Yenan again: "Something's wrong with you!"
"What's wrong?" Luan Yenan took two steps back and quickly wrapped his arms around her, afraid she would fall.
"I think you're lying to me." Zuo Baixuan followed forward until she pressed herself against Luan Yenan's chest.
Thump, thump.
Luan Yenan's heart pounded strongly, striking Zuo Baixuan's cheek.
Zuo Baixuan smiled faintly.
Luan Yenan was not as calm and collected as she appeared on the surface. Her heart was pounding like her murderous gaze, filled with undercurrents of turmoil.
Luan Yenan took a light breath and leaned against the desk: "I didn't lie to you, I was working just now."
As she spoke, she placed the hand that was holding Zuo Baixuan onto the computer.
"The computer is still hot even though I just shut it down."
Zuo Baixuan withdrew her hand from Luan Yenan's waist and said, "No, no, no, I'd rather listen to the heartbeat; that's more convincing."
Thump, thump.
A heartbeat can't hide anything.
Luan Yenan looked down at Zuo Baixuan's hair whorl, tracing the lines around it in an attempt to distract himself.
Ignoring the sweet vanilla scent emanating from her body, and disregarding the soft touch and rising body temperature that were so alluring to her.
"You'll be away from the country for a long time. As the company's largest shareholder, do I really have any say in this?" Zuo Baixuan suddenly asked, getting down to business.
She was completely serious now, a stark contrast to her dazed and adorable state just moments before.
Luan Yenan calmed down a bit: "Yes, during this period, it wouldn't be wrong to say directly that the company is yours. Don't forget, you are not only the major shareholder, but also one of the company's founders."
Zuo Baixuan remained motionless for a long time while nestled in her arms.
Luan Yenan suspected that Zuo Baixuan had fallen asleep because the effects of the alcohol had worn off and she was feeling sleepy.
But I could feel the touch on my hand that was resting on the desk.
Zuo Baixuan's fingers were lightly poking the back of her hand.
Luan Yenan wanted to ask her if she was sleepy, and if so, he could coax her to sleep.
But then Zuo Baixuan chuckled softly, "Luan Yenan, you're really good to me."
Thump, thump.
Luan Yenan could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat hitting Zuo Baixuan and bouncing back.
She didn't understand why, but just hearing that one comment moved her. Even though she was the one making the sacrifice.
Is this also a kind of perverse sense of humor?