Chapter 328 The Quiet of Drunkenness

Meng Ke nodded, his face pale, like a chick pecking at rice.

Leng Yanluo then released him, not even glancing at him again, and, with An Jing still not understanding the situation, turned around and slammed the door shut.

After shutting Meng Ke out, Leng Yanluo finally managed to retract some of his imposing aura.

Anjing struggled impatiently in his arms, and his patience ran out, so he simply picked her up and carried her in his arms.

The sudden lift was met with a quiet gasp. She kicked her legs in mid-air, crying, "Put me down, let me down, I feel terrible..."

Only after walking to the sofa did Leng Yanluo throw her onto it with a "bang".

He bent down and said, "Miss An, if you knew you were feeling unwell, you shouldn't have drunk so much."

Anjing couldn't hear what he was saying at all, and with a "whoosh," she vomited it all out.

Half of it was vomited onto Leng Yanluo.

After vomiting, she felt much better and let out a long sigh as she lay down on the sofa: "That feels so good, much better."

Beside him, the face behind the mask of the cold Yama King had turned as black as charcoal.

When he finished cleaning up the floor, changed his clothes, and came out of the room, Anjing was already asleep on the sofa.

She slept very restlessly, turning over and fidgeting all the time.

Leng Yanluo stared at her intently, seemingly lost in thought.

A minute later, he turned around, took out her phone, pried open her eyelids, unlocked it with facial recognition, and used her phone to call himself.

After pressing the connect button and waiting for five minutes, he hung up.

Anjing, sitting quietly on the sofa with her eyes closed, was fidgeting restlessly, completely unaware of the man's strange behavior.

Just as she was about to fall off the sofa, Leng Yanluo finally stepped forward and picked her up in his arms.

The bedroom was on the second floor. As we walked upstairs, Anjing woke up and asked for water.

Helpless, Leng Yanluo had no choice but to put her on the bed and then go downstairs to get her some water.

However, when he brought the water back up and pushed open the door, his breath almost stopped.

Anjing was sitting on the large bed, taking off her clothes. Her clothes were scattered all over the floor, and she was only wearing some undergarments.

Seeing that she was about to continue, Leng Yanluo rushed over and placed the water on the windowsill, stopping her in her tracks: "Miss An, please wake up!"

Anjing gave a confused "hmm," then frowned in disgust: "Stinky, I need to take a shower."

Leng Yanluo's temples throbbed, and he took a deep breath, saying, "How can I, a man, wash you? Let's not wash today, we can wash tomorrow morning, okay?"

Anjing's brows furrowed even deeper instantly: "No, I have to wash now. Men and women are equal. Why can't a man wash me?"

Anjing pouted and said in a spoiled tone, "It smells so bad, I can't sleep!"

She said this and struggled to get out of bed.

Seeing this, Leng Yanluo quickly stopped her, trying to change the subject: "Aren't you thirsty? Why don't you drink some water first?"

"Water? Oh, yes, I need water... I'm so thirsty..."

Leng Yanluo blew on it and held it to her lips: "Be careful, it's hot."

She nodded quietly and obediently said, "Okay."

Quietly, she took a sip from his hand, smacked her lips, and said, "This is a fake bar; it has no flavor at all."

The cold Yama's sun acupoint has started twitching again.

Anjing pushed away the cup in front of her: "Give me a fresh cup!"

Leng Yanluo reluctantly switched the glass to his left hand: "Here, this is fresh, it's strong liquor flown in from Europe, super strong, drink it!"

Anjing took another sip, a satisfied smile spreading across her face: "Hehe, not bad, strong enough!"

Leng Yanluo was momentarily stunned by her smile and couldn't help but want to pat her head.

Quietly, she dodged away and shouted loudly, "Finished drinking? Time for a bath!"

Leng Yanluo: "..."

I thought she would forget about it, but I didn't expect her to still remember it.

Helpless, he could only drape the clothes next to him over her shoulders and try to pick her up.

Anjing slapped away his hand that was draping a coat over her shoulders, saying, "What are you doing?"

Leng Yanluo patiently said, "I'll dress you."

Why are you wearing clothes?

"I'll take you to take a bath."

Why do we need to wear clothes when taking a shower?

Leng Yanluo: "...Miss An, are you drunk or not?"

The logic is so clear, so well-structured.

"Drunk? I'm drunk. I'm tired. I need to take a shower and go to sleep."

Leng Yanluo: "..."

He took a deep breath, then decided to ignore the clothes and simply picked her up in his arms.

Quietly nestled in his arms, large expanses of her skin were exposed before him.

The soft, delicate texture beneath his skin, in contrast to the black shoulder strap, was extremely alluring.

He suppressed the burgeoning desire, closed his eyes, and made his way to the bathroom.

He made her sit to the side, worried she might catch a cold, and draped a bath towel over her. He then began testing the water temperature: "Wait here, don't move around, okay?"

Anjing seemed to suddenly become more alert and said with dissatisfaction, "Don't shower, fill my bathtub with water."

"You're drunk, it's not safe to take a bath in the bathtub."

Leng Yanluo thought she would make a fuss for a while, but when he turned around, he saw that Anjing was leaning against the wall and had fallen asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to carry her back to bed, Anjing suddenly woke up as soon as his hand touched her waist. She opened her eyes groggily and asked, "Is the water ready? Come on, let's take a bath."

Looking at Leng Yanluo, she asked in confusion, "Why haven't you taken off your clothes yet?"

Leng Yanluo: "...I don't need to take a shower, so I don't need to take off my clothes."

“But I’ve already taken my clothes off,” Anjing frowned again, “Why didn’t you take your clothes off?”

She was acting like an unreasonable child, but Leng Yanluo still tried to reason with her: "Because you want to take a shower, you take off your clothes. I don't want to take a shower, so I don't need to take off my clothes."

After thinking for a while, Anjing shook her head: "No, you have to take off your clothes too."

Well, it was all for nothing.

Leng Yanluo tried his best to remain patient and said in a deep voice, "I won't take it off."

“No, you have to take it off!” Anjing said as she started to pull off his clothes.

Leng Yanluo was wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt, and when she tugged at it, two buttons popped off.

Steam rose from the bathroom, and Leng Yanluo's body temperature rose along with the room's temperature.

He suppressed the heat surging through his body and gritted his teeth, saying, "Stop it, Miss An, let go!"

He opened his quiet hand.

Anjing pouted, looking aggrieved: "You actually yelled at me! Sure enough, none of you men are any good!"

"Wow……"

Leng Yanluo's head throbbed with pain, and he said helplessly, "Miss An, please don't cry."

Strangely enough, Anjing suddenly stopped crying and angrily put her hands on the buttons on the back of her clothes: "Are you going to take them off or not? If you don't, I'll take them all off."

Before he could react, he saw that she was actually going to unbutton her clothes.

"I'll take my clothes off, I'll take my clothes off, stop!"

Having exhausted all other options, Leng Yanluo gritted his teeth, unbuttoned his T-shirt, and tossed it aside: "Is this enough?"

Anjing squinted at him, noticing he was still wearing a sleeveless vest, and said disapprovingly, "You're quite the traditional man, how come you still have one?"