Chapter 318 I was just drunk

When Yu Qinghuan called out the "Brother Yunxiao" in his memory, Du Yunxiao's whole body trembled.

This sound came after a full eight years.

His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. "Huanhuan...you finally called me."

His thumb trembled slightly, and he unconsciously stroked the back of Yu Qinghuan's hand and moved closer.

I thought that after returning to Beijing, I would be able to hear her calling me like before, and maybe she would even rush over and hug me.

Then he would tell Huanhuan that he had come back to marry her.

But so many things happened over the years that when he came back, his sweetheart had already married and was divorced. Not only could he no longer hear the familiar name, but he also had to endure his sweetheart getting further and further away from him.

The suffering I have endured in these months is even more painful than the injuries I suffered on the border battlefields in those years.

Before this, he even thought that he would never hear Yu Qinghuan calling him like that again.

Yu Qinghuan didn't dodge, but her fingertips trembled slightly. At this moment, she didn't know what she was thinking. Maybe it was because she had been drinking, she didn't even have the strength to push away.

Or maybe it was because of the memories, she actually missed Du Yunxiao too.

The night was dark, and the flickering candlelight illuminated the two people's slightly tipsy brows and eyes, their gazes mixed with the smell of alcohol and their breaths almost intertwined.

Du Yunxiao's eyes were burning as he traced her outline inch by inch.

"Huanhuan..." He called softly. The emotions that had been suppressed for too long finally found an outlet. The skin under his fingertips was warm and delicate, making him unable to help but tighten his strength.

The drunkenness made Yu Qinghuan's eyes hazy, but also with a hint of sobriety and softness.

She vaguely remembered that when she was young, Du Yunxiao looked at her like this, with tenderness in his eyes, as if she was his only treasure.

"Brother Yunxiao..." She whispered softly, her voice so soft that it was almost crushed by the night wind.

Du Yunxiao's breathing suddenly became heavier, with strong emotions surging in his eyes. He could no longer restrain himself and leaned forward.

The distance between them was getting closer, their breaths intertwined, the aroma of wine mixed with each other's breath, ambiguous and hot.

Du Yunxiao's nose rubbed Yu Qinghuan's cheek lightly, and his warm breath brushed her lips. He was eager and impatient, yet cautious, for fear of disturbing the tenderness of this moment.

Yu Qinghuan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she watched Du Yunxiao's lips cover hers.

At first it was just a light touch, obviously testing, very gentle.

But when her lips began to respond, Du Yunxiao could no longer bear it. He held her face in his hands and deepened the kiss. He used the tip of his tongue to pry open her lips and teeth. He was aggressive with the smell of alcohol, but he used less force when touching her for fear of hurting her.

Yu Qinghuan clenched his sleeves with her fingertips, her breathing became scarce, and her consciousness became increasingly confused.

She couldn't tell whether she was drunk or couldn't help herself. The feeling was very strange, like being in a dream, with someone who was the most familiar and yet a stranger.

Someone knocked over the wine glass and it rolled to the ground. The clear wine soaked the wooden table, but no one cared.

Du Yunxiao's kiss became more and more passionate, as if he wanted to pour out all the longing for the past eight years.

Perhaps because he had been marching and fighting for a long time, his temper was not only impatient but also a bit rude. At this moment, he stretched out his hand, put his palm on the waist, and directly picked up the man and brought him into his arms.

He even felt like he was dreaming, so much so that only by kissing her continuously could he confirm that she was real.

Yu Qinghuan felt weak all over from the kiss, and her fingertips unconsciously climbed up Du Yunxiao's shoulders, responding to his demands.

But just as their breaths intertwined, unable to separate, a slight creaking sound suddenly came from the back door.

Yu Qinghuan retreated as if waking from a dream. Du Yunxiao subconsciously chased after her, his lips getting a little closer. However, Yu Qinghuan caught a glimpse of the figure coming in from the back door in her peripheral vision, and she suddenly pushed him away and quickly got up from his legs.

Looking at the familiar figure at the door, a chill ran up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her drunkenness completely dissipated. "Why are you here?"

Cheng Gongjin just stood there, his face cold, his gaze fixed on Yu Qinghuan. "It's getting late, I'm here to take you home."

After listening to Cheng Gongjin's words, Yu Qinghuan came to his senses completely. He realized what he had just done and felt annoyed.

Originally, I just wanted to talk to Du Yunxiao and persuade him not to waste his time on me.

Who would have thought that after drinking two pots of wine, he became confused.

When Du Yunxiao saw Cheng Gongjin, he clenched his knuckles, his eyes filled with lingering lust and a hint of indescribable loss.

Cheng Gongjin just stood there with a lukewarm attitude, which made Yu Qinghuan feel uneasy.

She could feel that Cheng Gongjin was unhappy, even though he had no expression on his face.

Cheng Gongjin never looked directly at Du Yunxiao, but instead said to Yu Qinghuan, "Come here."

The prime minister of the dynasty has an aura accumulated over many years in officialdom, which makes him intimidating without even getting angry, and makes people unable to refuse.

Yu Qinghuan didn't dare to hesitate and walked towards him.

Du Yunxiao panicked and immediately reached out to grab her wrist, "Huanhuan?"

Yu Qinghuan's wrist was gripped so hard that it hurt. She lowered her eyelashes, not daring to look directly into the burning gaze.

She exerted a little force with her fingertips, breaking free from Du Yunxiao's shackles bit by bit, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "I was drunk just now."

Du Yunxiao's pupils shrank, and his palms suddenly felt empty. His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse and almost broken: "...But I'm not drunk."

Yu Qinghuan interrupted him hastily, "Just pretend that what happened just now never happened."

As she spoke, she walked quickly towards Cheng Gongjin, not daring to look at Du Yunxiao again.

These words were like a blunt knife, cutting into Du Yunxiao's heart.

He took a step forward, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain: "You want me to pretend nothing happened?"

His voice suddenly rose, and the ending tone trembled violently. Just as he was excited when they were kissing just now, at this moment, he was as unwilling and desperate.

Cheng Gongjin stood quietly by the door, the moonlight outlining his tall and straight figure, making him look cold and noble.

He glanced at Du Yunxiao's clenched fist indifferently, as if he was watching an insignificant farce, until Yu Qinghuan walked in front of him with steady steps, and there was no sign of drunkenness.

Without waiting for Yu Qinghuan to speak, he leaned over slightly, picked up the person by the waist, and walked out, not giving Du Yunxiao another chance to look at him.

Du Yunxiao's whole body was stiff and cold, his chest heaving violently, and he stared at Cheng Gongjin intently. It was an extremely intimate posture, with unspoken possessiveness.

The candlelight shook violently, reflecting Du Yunxiao's scarlet eyes. He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, wanting to roar and question, but in the end he just dropped his hands dejectedly.

She was fine just now, but when Cheng Gongjin came, Huanhuan changed...

Seeing that her master had brought Madam Yu back, Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought that her master really didn't care!

Cheng Gongjin: "Please ask everyone to leave, turn off the engine and close the door."

Xiaoying: “Yes!”

Seeing Cheng Gongjin's calm tone, as if he hadn't seen anything just now, Yu Qinghuan slowly breathed a sigh of relief and thought: Drinking really is harmful. I will never drink again.

When she was carried into the carriage and the curtain was lowered, she was about to explain when her lips were sealed by a sudden kiss.