Chapter 23: Unrequited Love

On the way back to the hotel, Lin Yan slept soundly.

Xing Yu looked at the person in his arms, his brows slightly raised, as if he was in great pain.

So he whispered a reminder to the taxi driver.

"Master, drive slower."

The driver looked back through the rearview mirror and saw the woman leaning on the man's arms. The man was gently stroking her back, obviously trying to relieve her discomfort.

What a loving scene.

The old driver was touched by the sweetness and said with a smile: "Handsome guy, is your girlfriend drunk?"

Xing Yu habitually tidied up Lin Yan's messy hair: "She's not my girlfriend yet."

The driver said, "Then you must like her!"

Xing Yu lowered his eyes and stared at her, his long eyelashes hiding the gloom in his eyes.

"Yeah, unrequited love."

The driver realized that he had spoken too much and quickly fell silent in embarrassment.

After returning to the hotel, as soon as she reached the door of the room, Lin Yan retched and vomited again.

She vomited all over him with great purpose.

Xing Yu frowned helplessly and helped her to the bed.

After taking off her coat, Xing Yu hesitated for a moment.

Then, he closed his eyes and helped her change her vomit-stained pants and quickly covered her with a blanket.

Xing Yu sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her sleeping body, his chest feeling increasingly hot.

Her face, flushed by alcohol, her wet lips, and her fair skin were like floating feathers, scratching his heart bit by bit.

Xing Yu tugged at his tie and strode toward the balcony.

He lowered his head, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth and took a few deep puffs.

But her face flashed across the smoke...

Halfway through smoking a cigarette, he walked into the bathroom with a gloomy look.

When he finished his shower and came out wrapped in a bath towel, Lin Yan was nowhere to be seen on the bed.

Xing Yu's heart skipped a beat and he hurried to the living room to find her.

Finally, she was found sleeping on her side on the sofa.

Even when drunk, he can still move.

excellent.

Xing Yu squatted in front of the sofa, his eyes locked on her again, trying not to look at her legs.

He hooked her face with his index finger and said, "Lin Yan, go to bed."

Feeling itchy on her face, Lin Yan closed her eyes, twisted her neck, and murmured, "Okay..."

Xing Yu raised his lips and gently poked the tip of her upturned nose: "Well, you're still obedient when you're drunk."

But the next second, Xing Yu wanted to take back what he said.

Lin Yan suddenly jumped up from the sofa as if she had been injected with chicken blood, and pounced on him unexpectedly.

He was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by Lin Yan.

My mind went blank for a moment.

His Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't want Lin Yan to roll on the cold ground, so he had to put his arms around her waist.

"Lin Yan, I'm not a bed."

Lin Yan buried her head in his collarbone, and her warmth came to his ear: "Then...what are you..."

The bulging veins on his forehead concealed his tension: "Look at who I am."

Lin Yan supported his chest and stared at him with half-closed eyes.

After a while, she curled her lips and said, "Follower...why is it you..."

"Follower?" Fortunately, I didn't mistake him for Song Yanzheng this time.

Lin Yan suddenly raised her hand and pinched his face randomly, repeating: "Stinky follower...Stinky follower...You are just a stinky follower..."

Xing Yu let her tinker with it and patiently agreed with her: "Okay, I'm a follower, I'm a stinky follower."

Tired of tossing and turning, Lin Yan rested her face on his chest.

My hands became restless...

The hand holding her waist suddenly tightened. Xing Yu tried his best to restrain himself, and lightly pinched her wrist, saying nothing.

"Be good."

Lin Yan pulled her hand out but remained restless: "Stingy..."

Then he froze suddenly.

She muttered, "It's so hard..."

Xing Yu: “…”

If this goes on, I'll go crazy.

He stood up, picked up Lin Yan and put her back on bed, ready to take another cold shower.

Lin Yan held his arm and prevented him from leaving.

“Don’t go…”

Xing Yu gently placed her hand under the quilt: "Lin Yan, there are some things I can only allow you to do when you are sober."

After taking another shower, Lin Yan finally fell asleep.

After tucking the quilt into place for her, Lin Yan's cell phone rang beside the bed.

Xing Yu hung up the phone for fear of disturbing her.

After a few seconds, the phone rang again.

Xing Yu picked up the phone and took a look. It was Jingbei's number and there was no note.

But somehow, he had a premonition of who was calling.

He walked to the balcony and answered the phone.

Sure enough, Song Yanzheng's concerned voice came from the receiver.

"Yan Yan, are you back to the hotel? Are you not drunk?"

"She's asleep."

Hearing Xing Yu's voice, the person on the other end of the phone fell silent for a long time: "Mr. Xing, please take good care of Yanyan."

"Mr. Xing?" Xing Yu: "Shouldn't you call me Big Brother?"

There was another silence.

"Does Yanyan know?" Song Yanzheng asked, "Does Yanyan know your true identity?"

"It's not important." Xing Yu's tone was light but contained a warning.

"As for you, don't contact her anymore. You don't want me to expose your evil ambitions in front of Xing Yingxue or the Xing family, do you?"

"Just shut up and be your son-in-law, and I'll ensure you a lifetime of prosperity."

Song Yanzheng: "Do you really like Yanyan, or are you deliberately approaching her to get revenge on me?"

Xing Yu: "You have such a big face."

…

The next day, Lin Yan woke up with a splitting headache.

She pressed her forehead and got out of bed in a daze, then took a bottle of mineral water and poured it down her dry throat.

After drinking half a bottle of water, she gradually woke up.

Only then did she realize that this was a suite, not the hotel she was staying in.

Completely shocked, she tried hard to recall everything that happened last night.

But I just can't remember it.

She only vaguely remembered that she had a dream last night. In the dream, there was a muscular man with a good figure, and she touched him...

It was too embarrassing, Lin Yan didn't want to recall it.

"woke up."

Xing Yu's low and pure voice floated past my ears.

She was stunned and turned around in shock.

Xing Yu, dressed in black, looked at her meaningfully with his hands in his pockets...