The light from the crystal chandelier shone through the wine glass, casting shimmering spots of light on Rong Shenghan's face.

He had already drunk his third glass of Burgundy, and the corners of his eyes, which were usually gentle and smiling, were flushed red, like the surface of a lake dyed by the sunset.

"Stop drinking." Yu Jiuyuan reached out to snatch his wine glass, but as her fingertips touched the glass, he grabbed her hand.

His palms were warm, damp with alcohol, but the grip was stronger than usual, as if he were grabbing something that was about to slip away.

"Yuanyuan, have another drink with me."

His voice was slightly hoarse and indistinct, with a slight upward inflection at the end, a coquettish tone he had never used before.

Today is the day his bandages are removed, and Yu Jiuyuan specially opened a bottle of 1982 Lafite to celebrate.

Originally, it was just a small drink, but for some reason, Rong Shenghan kept drinking one glass after another, as if he wanted to drown all the emotions hidden beneath his gentle appearance in the wine.

"Be good." Yu Jiuyuan pulled her hand away from his grasp and gently poked his cheek with her fingertips. "You'll get a headache if you drink too much."

Her pinky ring shimmered with a pale purple light under the lamp, the color Rong Shenghan wore when his emotions were fluctuating. It was particularly bright now, as if silently telling a story.

Rong Shenghan suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

His breath, filled with the rich aroma of red wine and a slightly tipsy warmth, sprayed onto the nape of her neck: "Yuanyuan, they all call me... your pet."

His voice was very soft, like a feather brushing against the heart, yet it carried a dense, persistent pain.

Yu Jiuyuan paused, her fingers tightening unconsciously. She knew someone was saying this behind her back. There was never a shortage of speculation about their relationship in the noble circles of Saint Sakura Academy, but she never expected that these words would reach his ears.

"I am not."

Rong Shenghan suddenly raised his head, the tenderness in his eyes blurred by the alcohol, yet revealing a stubborn seriousness, "I want to be your... fiancé."

These three words were like a pebble thrown into a deep lake, instantly creating ripples in Yu Jiuyuan's heart.

Looking at his reddened eyes and tightly pursed lips, she suddenly felt that this usually docile pet was now like a cat that had been provoked, raising the sharp claws hidden under its soft fur.

"You're drunk." She tried to push him away, but her voice was muffled.

"I'm not drunk."

Rong Shenghan hugged her even tighter, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice choked with a hint of grievance, "Ji Nianqin is your fiancé, Xie Zhecheng has your white rose, and even Lin Yanran... can openly argue with you."

His fingers gently traced the blue line on her pinky ring: "I only have this... only the 'baby' you occasionally think of."

The light on the pinky ring suddenly began to flash intensely, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

The system panel was pounding wildly in his mind. Rong Shenghan's positive emotional fluctuations broke through 150, and his negative values ​​also climbed to 10, which was rare, as if two emotions were clashing fiercely in his heart.

Yu Jiuyuan's heart felt like it was being gripped by something, a mixture of sourness and tenderness.

She was used to his gentleness, his tolerance, and his unwavering waiting for her.

But they forgot that he was also the proud heir of the Rong family and the vice president of the student council of Saint Sakura Academy, not a pet that could be summoned and dismissed at will.

“Sheng Han…” She raised her hand and gently stroked his hair, her movements incredibly tender. “Stop fooling around.”

"I didn't make a scene."

Rong Shenghan stared at her stubbornly, the alcohol in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only a clear longing, "Give me a title, okay?"

His kiss suddenly landed, carrying the rich aroma of red wine and an unyielding stubbornness. In the lingering caresses, it even carried a hint of a do-or-die attitude.

Yu Jiuyuan could feel his trembling, and the unease hidden in his kisses, like a child afraid of being abandoned.

She vaguely recalled the first time she saw him in the student council office: a white shirt, the warm water he handed her was always at the perfect temperature, and his smile was as gentle as the spring sunshine.

Back then, he had such stubbornness hidden in his eyes, but he carefully concealed it until now, under the influence of alcohol, when he revealed it to her without reservation.

"Okay." Yu Jiuyuan's voice was so low it sounded like a sigh, yet it clearly reached his ears.

Rong Shenghan abruptly stopped, an incredulous glint flashing in his eyes like a spark ignited: "What did you say?"

“I said, okay.” Yu Jiuyuan tilted her head back and kissed the corner of his lips, her voice filled with unprecedented seriousness, “After we’ve dealt with the Su family’s affairs, I’ll tell everyone that you’re mine.”

She didn't say "fiancé," but instead used a more domineering declaration.

The blue light of the pinky ring instantly reached its peak, like a falling star, before gently dimming and stabilizing at its softest level. It was the color of Rong Shenghan's calmed emotions, like a sapphire bathed in moonlight.

Rong Shenghan's eyes suddenly reddened. He didn't say anything more, but just held her tightly in his arms, so tightly that he almost wanted to knead her into his bones.

The rich aroma of red wine filled the air, mingling with the couple's breaths, like a gentle lullaby.

"Baby." Yu Jiuyuan patted his back, as if comforting a large dog that had been wronged, "Let's go upstairs to sleep, okay?"

Rong Shenghan nodded obediently, like a child who had received candy, letting her lead him upstairs by the hand.

His steps were a little unsteady, but he held her hand tightly, as if if he let go, the promise he had just made would vanish like a bubble.

The moonlight in the bedroom was gentle, casting long shadows of the two of them.

As Yu Jiuyuan took off his coat, he suddenly hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Yuanyuan, don't lie to me."

"I won't lie to you." Yu Jiuyuan turned around and gently placed a kiss on his forehead. "I will never lie to you."

These words were half true and half false, but they were enough to put Rong Shenghan at ease.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and like a bird that had found its home, he fell into a deep sleep in her arms.

Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, illuminating his serene sleeping face. His long eyelashes cast soft shadows beneath his eyelids, like a fragile dream.

Looking at the platinum ring on his ring finger, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly felt that this game might have long since deviated from its intended course.

She thought she was in control, but unknowingly, this most obedient pet had woven a tight, impenetrable net of tenderness around her.

Perhaps, giving them a formal title wouldn't be so bad.

She thought.

At least, this pet is worth it.

The blue light of the pinky ring shimmered softly in the moonlight, as if silently witnessing the secrets of this night.

Yu Jiuyuan lowered her head and gently kissed Rong Shenghan's forehead, her gesture as devout as if she were making some eternal promise.

Goodnight, my...fiancé.