"Hello, Mr. Luan!"
"Hello, hello." Luan Muyin pulled Luan Xing along and responded one by one.
Luan Xing was both amused and exasperated. Luan Muyin, who usually disliked social activities, had really drunk too much, which showed just how happy she was.
Luan Xing shook her head slightly, not stopping them, but secretly glancing at Luan Yennan and Zuo Baixuan as they left.
The two women were chatting and laughing in the shadows when suddenly Zuo Baixuan climbed onto Luan Yenan's back.
Luan Xing smiled lovingly. Even though Luan Ye Nan had stolen the limelight today, he still ended up being ridden by his wife. No wonder he chased everyone away.
"Why did you drink so much?" Luan Yenan was wearing a skirt and couldn't move because Zuo Baixuan had her wrapped around him from behind.
Zuo Baixuan snorted and said, "I'm afraid you'll get angry if I don't drink."
“But you’re drunk now, which makes me even angrier.” Luan Yenan’s voice was gentle, without a trace of anger.
The tipsy Zuo Baixuan was unaware of this, and a wronged expression appeared on her face: "I told you I can't hold my liquor well, of course I'll get drunk if I drink too much. I can't walk anymore, carry me!"
Luan Yenan gritted his teeth, and it took him a while to suppress the surge of pleasure that welled up in his heart. He suppressed his laughter and said coldly, "You've really gotten bold now. Not only are you not afraid of me, but you also want me to carry you. I'm wearing a skirt, so it's not convenient for me to carry you."
"I'm drunk, will you carry me?" Zuo Baixuan asked as she climbed up Luan Yenan's bent back.
Luan Ye Nan's back wasn't particularly broad, but it made her feel at ease, just like how holding Luan Ye Nan's hand made her feel at ease when she was feeling uneasy today.
Luan Yenan steadied Zuo Baixuan on his back, ignoring the scattered glances around them, and said in a low voice, "If I just carry you away like this, it'll probably cause a big news story tomorrow, and I'll really be at a huge loss. But I'm a capitalist, and I never suffer losses."
"I won't let you suffer any losses. I'll give you whatever you want." Zuo Baixuan's soft voice fell into Luan Yenan's ear.
"Really? I want you?" Luan Yenan looked at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows of the banquet hall—there was no light at all, only shadows, like a demon about to steal one's soul.
Zuo Baixuan is right; my perverse sense of humor always seems to flare up around her.
Zuo Baixuan, who was on Luan Yenan's back, didn't seem to notice anything amiss. She just chuckled and said, "Sure, eat me... that way you'll be full and won't feel like you're losing out."
Drunken remarks have their own strange logic.
This prompted Luan Yenan to chuckle: "Heh, drunkard. I'll record you like this when I get back, and see how you beg me when you sober up."
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Unlock the drunken little white flower.
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Chapter 50
Luan Yenan carried Zuo Baixuan away from the hotel in full view of everyone. Even though they had seen too many unbelievable plots tonight, seeing Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan interact like this still shocked everyone.
But no one dared to approach them, not even to help; everyone just watched them leave in silence.
The driver, who had been waiting at the door, quickly got out of the car to help.
Luan Yenan shook his head and helped Zuo Baixuan into the back seat of the car himself.
The driver started the car as soon as the two were seated.
"Luan Yenan... Luan Yenan..." Zuo Baixuan called softly.
"Mmm." Luan Yenan sat down beside her, casually responding to the drunken little white flower's incoherent calls, one hand around her waist, the other hand guiding her face towards him.
"Luan Yenan." Zuo Baixuan nestled her head into Luan Yenan's arms and called out softly.
The soft call made even the driver momentarily lose his composure. He barely managed to hold back, but secretly stepped on the gas, wanting only to get the sweet couple home as soon as possible.
Luan Yenan looked down at Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan stared at him with bright eyes, showing no signs of being drunk as usual.
But the look in Zuo Baixuan's eyes does indeed indicate that she is drunk. She is usually so direct, even when acting, and prefers to portray a coy and shy demeanor.
Luan Yenan could almost predict what Zuo Baixuan was about to say.
And Zuo Baixuan indeed said it aloud: "Luan Yenan, you are so beautiful."
Even her seemingly clear eyes couldn't focus on Luan Yenan's beauty, so she gently touched the bridge of Luan Yenan's nose, tracing and examining it.
It seemed they were truly captivated by Luan Yenan's beauty, with no other thoughts in mind.
Luan Yenan looked at her with interest.
She had never seen Zuo Baixuan like this before, but she had a feeling about it.
When Zuo Baixuan is sober, she is forcing herself to face something, but now that she is drunk, she is deliberately running away from something.
But at least I'm not the one running away.
Luan Yenan thought about holding Zuo Baixuan's hand that was making a fuss on her face.
My hands felt cold, just like when I was in the banquet hall, with a hint of panic.
Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan. The two were close enough that even the fine hairs on their faces mimicked Zuo Baixuan's earlier movements, sliding down the line of her nose and onto her cheeks.
The smooth texture and delicate feel make your fingertips feel like they're gliding over the surface of a milk pudding.
Zuo Baixuan's eyes reflected the myriad lights outside, making it impossible to discern her thoughts; only a fleeting sadness crossed her mind.
Luan Yenan noticed the subtle change in her emotions and guessed that this might be the source of Zuo Baixuan's unusual behavior tonight. He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Zuo Baixuan's hand was being squeezed and her face being stroked. She stared at Luan Yenan and shook her head slightly: "Nothing, I'm just a little sleepy and want to go home."
It's less about being sleepy and more about being tired.
His eyes were wide open, but somewhat blank.
Luan Yenan pressed his hand against Zuo Baixuan's eyes: "We'll be there in a while, you can rest for a bit first."
Zuo Baixuan's eyelashes lightly brushed against Luan Yenan's palm and between his fingers, and she laughed instead, "What's wrong? Usually you're the one who can just look at me, but you can't stand me looking at you for a little while?"
Luan Yenan watched as Zuo Baixuan's lips opened and closed, then moved his hand away and instead pinched Zuo Baixuan's earlobe.
The earlobes gradually turned red as they were gently rubbed.
"I'll show you, I'll only show you, you can look for as long as you want." Luan Yenan tightened his grip.
The two of them danced lightly in the back seat.
Zuo Baixuan flipped over with the force in her hand, her white skirt intersecting with her black skirt.
Their calves under the skirts touched.
Zuo Baixuan lay on her side in the back seat, facing Luan Yenan.
Luan Yenan turned to the side to complete the last dance move, pressing his face against Zuo Baixuan's neck as if to return the last move of her dance to her.
"Shouldn't this make it clearer?" Her breath brushed against his neck, her lips almost touching his skin.
Zuo Baixuan trembled slightly and felt a chill. The tingling sensation on her side was not only in her neck, but also felt like an electric current running through her entire body.
She subconsciously reached out and grabbed Luan Yenan's skirt.
The smooth fabric of the skirt and the smooth skin were indistinguishable at first glance.
The cool sensation on my neck was fleeting.
Luan Yenan looked up, sensed Zuo Baixuan's reaction, and looked down at her.
The light from the window shone on their faces, slowly flowing with dazzling colors.
The atmosphere in the back seat of the car also became strange.
Zuo Baixuan's gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, landing on her own hand, where she touched the foreign object on her fingertips.
Luan Yenan let out a low hum, his aura shifting abruptly, reaching Zuo Baixuan's ears.
Luan Yenan's expression changed in ways I've never seen before.
It carried an amusing smile, yet also an aggressive tone.
The hand that was holding Zuo Baixuan's head moved slightly, and the fingers ran through the part of her hair.
All the states seem like something is about to happen naturally.
Zuo Baixuan then realized where her hands had gone in her panic, and even sobered up a bit.
"I didn't... I didn't mean to..."
Luan Yenan's smile didn't fade; instead, it blossomed: "What are you panicking about? I'm the one who always suffers, but you act like you're the one being bullied."
Zuo Baixuan bit her lip lightly.
It cannot be denied immediately.
Several times, it was she who made the first move, and Luan Yenan simply responded.
However, this person is not someone to be trifled with; if you do, her response will only be stronger.
She is, after all, a mad beauty.
Zuo Baixuan withdrew her hand, unable to look away in time, her voice full of guilt and panic: "Anan, the driver, the driver is still here."
At that moment, the driver just wanted to crawl under the car; every second he stayed in the car was torture.
Luan Yenan calmly helped Zuo Baixuan sit up straight again, as if he was letting her off the hook.
Zuo Baixuan carefully tilted her head to look at Luan Yenan.
But then she saw Luan Yenan looking at her with a smile in his eyes: "Then let's wait until the driver isn't here?"
It happened again, and their eyes met once more, causing Zuo Baixuan to tighten her grip and quickly look ahead.
Seeing that the driver seemed normal, she still felt very embarrassed.
Seeing the renewed fear in Zuo Baixuan's eyes, Luan Yenan wondered if she had sobered up.
I really want to get her a few more drinks; a drunken little white flower is just too interesting.
Zuo Baixuan no longer needed to look Luan Yenan in the eye; she could already freely depict the smiling look in Luan Yenan's eyes from the void, because it was so common.