Chapter 20. Bai Xiao: My wife smells so good and is so sweet, hehe.

Just as Song Huai was about to go to sleep that night, he received a phone call from an unknown number.

"Hello Mr. Song, I am Ji Xia."

Song Huai was a little confused: "Hello."

Ji Xia: "It's like this, Mr. Bai drank too much tonight, and something suddenly came up on my end. I can't send anyone else right now. Could you do me a favor and go to the bar to pick him up?"

Upon hearing that Bai Xiao was drunk, Song Huai was taken aback. Bai Xiao had been unfriendly to Song Huai the previous two times he was drunk, and Song Huai had developed an instinctive fear of Bai Xiao when he was drunk.

But... it's so late already. If Bai Xiao is drunk alone in a bar, what if something happens to her?

A man died after falling while drunk; another man died after accidentally falling from a building while drunk… These social news stories from recent years flashed before Song Huai’s eyes.

Song Huai dared not think about it any further. He got out of bed, grabbed his car keys and walked out, saying to Ji Xia on the other end of the phone, "Okay, send me your address."

Ji Xia hadn't expected Song Huai to agree so readily. He said with a guilty conscience, "I'm so sorry to trouble you so late."

Song Huai said calmly, "It's nothing."

Song Huai rushed to the bar that Ji Xia had mentioned, and after asking the staff, he ran to the private room where Bai Xiao was.

Song Huai pushed open the door to the private room with a "whoosh".

The large private room was completely empty at first glance.

In the very center of the private room sat Bai Xiao, engrossed in drinking, with a pile of empty bottles in front of him.

Seeing that Bai Xiao was about to open another bottle of wine, Song Huai quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Stop drinking!"

The wine bottle in her hand was suddenly snatched away. Bai Xiao looked up in dissatisfaction and then looked at Song Huai.

Bai Xiao blinked twice, incredulous: "How could it be you?"

Song Huai didn't answer Bai Xiao's question, but gently took the wine glass from Bai Xiao's hand. "Don't drink anymore, let's go home, okay?"

Bai Xiao stared blankly at Song Huai, then nodded: "Okay, let's go home."

Bai Xiao had just stood up from her seat when her legs gave way and she was about to fall to the ground.

Song Huai quickly stepped forward to support Bai Xiao. For a moment, the two were less than a fist's width apart, and Bai Xiao could even feel Song Huai's breath on her neck.

Song Huai didn't know how to help a drunk person walk, and he really couldn't carry Bai Xiao, who was a head taller than him. He hesitated for a moment, then put one arm around Bai Xiao's waist and the other on her arm, and stumbled to the car.

Song Huai was focused on driving, while Bai Xiao beside him had a clear mind and showed no signs of drunkenness.

Bai Xiao's eyes glanced at Song Huai silently. Having endured several days without seeing him, Bai Xiao was practically going crazy missing Song Huai.

Bai Xiao scrutinized Song Huai closely, as if trying to etch him into her mind. From this angle, she could see his long eyelashes, and also, the person in front of her seemed to have lost a little weight again. Had he not been eating properly again...?

Seemingly noticing the intense gazes from the side, Song Huai couldn't help but turn his head to look. He saw Bai Xiao holding his forehead, head down, eyes closed, still looking drunk. Song Huai smiled and secretly mocked himself for being presumptuous again.

Suddenly, Bai Xiao felt that something was wrong with her body.

He felt feverish all over, as if a fire was burning inside him. His mind was a blur, becoming increasingly unclear, and his mouth was getting drier and drier...

"I've been drugged," Bai Xiao thought groggily.

Bai Xiao stared intently at Song Huai's fair neck and the pair of well-defined knuckles gripping the steering wheel. His gaze grew increasingly intense; if looks had temperature, Song Huai would have been burned through by them.

But Bai Xiao still retained a sliver of reason, desperately telling himself he couldn't treat Song Huai like that. All he wanted was to get home immediately, take a cold shower, and let the icy water extinguish his burning desire.

But the drug's effects were overwhelming, and soon, even Bai Xiao's last shred of reason was swept away.

His face was flushed an unnatural red, and his breathing was labored and heavy.

Song Huaigang helped Bai Xiao to the bedroom and immediately noticed something was wrong with her. He exclaimed, "Bai Xiao, what's wrong with you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burning with desire. In a flash, Bai Xiao pushed Song Huai down onto his own.

Like a big dog, he sniffed Song Huai's neck desperately. After smelling the fragrance on Song Huai's body, he was still not satisfied and began to roughly lick and bite Song Huai's neck. Before long, red marks appeared on Song Huai's neck.

After being suddenly pinned down by Bai Xiao, Song Huai was completely stunned. The next moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and began to resist fiercely.

"Bai Xiao! Bai Xiao!"

"No, you can't do this!"

Song Huai used both hands and feet, desperately trying to push away the man who was already deeply entangled in desire.

But all of this was in vain. In terms of strength, how could Song Huai compare to Bai Xiao, who was a whole size bigger than him? Besides, the man had completely lost his mind at this moment.

Song Huai felt as if all the blood in his body was flowing backward, and his stomach began to ache again.

Seeing that his resistance was futile, Song Huai closed his eyes in despair, two lines of tears streaming down his face, soaking the sheets. He vaguely thought: It's over, it's really over now.

When Bai Xiao touched the hot tears on Song Huai's face, she stopped moving for a moment, staring blankly at the tearful Song Huai, her eyes regaining their clarity.

But this was only for a moment. The next second, Bai Xiao's eyes ignited with desire again. He continued to lean down and kiss Song Huai, his forehead, cheeks, eyes, and then his lips...

Bai Xiao stroked Song Huai's lips. Song Huai's lips were very red and soft. He ignored Song Huai's resistance and kissed him fiercely. The two kissed and their tongues intertwined until they were out of breath.

...

The night was still long, but the thick darkness could not conceal the enchanting atmosphere of the room.

That night, everything went into chaos.

Song Huai's resistance gradually subsided. Tears streamed down his face, and the pillow was noticeably darker than the sheets.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Xiao finally stopped. He kissed Song Huai's forehead one last time, still wanting more, and then fell asleep with a satisfied look on his face. Even in his sleep, he didn't forget to hold Song Huai tightly.

At this moment, Song Huai was trembling all over, and his stomach was in excruciating pain.

Just then, Bai Xiao, who was asleep, seemed to be dreaming about something. He tightened his grip on Song Huai and murmured, "Bo Yu..."

In an instant, Song Huai opened his eyes wide. After a moment, a bitter smile gradually appeared on his lips. He wanted to cry, but by then, his tears had already dried up.

Song Huai felt cold all over and had a sharp pain in his stomach; he felt he must have a fever.

He eventually succumbed to his injuries and fell into a coma.