"Fu Fu." Ye Luan'an narrowed his eyes slightly and mumbled Fu Bai's nickname.

Fu Bai helped Ye Luan'an to the bedside, replying, "I'm here."

"Fu Fu".

Ye Luan'an continued to shout "Floating White".

Fu Bai helped him sit on the bed, but Ye Luan'an stumbled and fell onto the bed along with Fu Bai.

Ye Luan'an pressed down on Fu Bai's body.

Fu Bai did not push away the person on top of him, but looked at Ye Luan'an with a slight smile in his fox-like eyes.

Ye Luan'an's warm palm touched his pale face.

It caressed her gently and tenderly.

"Uncle, what do you want to do?" Fu Bai stared intently at Ye Luan'an, asking in a hoarse voice, his fox-like eyes revealing a direct and intense emotion that was not concealed.

Ye Luan'an suddenly covered his pale eyes with his large hand.

"Fufu, don't look at me like that."

Fu Bai asked knowingly, "Why?"

When drunk, Ye Luan'an was unusually obedient. When Fu Bai asked him a question, he honestly replied, "I can't help it."

Fu Bai: "Why can't I help myself?"

Ye Luan'an: "Kiss you."

Ye Luan'an's palm was still covering Fu Bai's eyes. Fu Bai seemed to be blinking, and his curled eyelashes brushed against his palm, bringing a charming itch to his mind.

“Uncle,” Fu Bai easily took Ye Luan’an’s hand and kissed his palm, “If you can’t hold back, then don’t.”

Ye Luan'an heard the sound of his own sanity snapping.

He seized the opportunity to grasp the pale chin and kissed those lips he had longed for deeply.