Even without looking up, Wen Hemian could clearly guess the smug smile on Xie Lang's face.
No wonder he didn't drink a single drop after sitting down!
A cunning wolf cub!
She cursed inwardly.
The alcohol was incredibly potent, stronger than any she had ever tasted before. After a while, she felt not only dizzy but also breathing more intensely. In contrast, the two hands pressed against her forehead felt unusually cool, making one want to get closer.
Wen Hemian still had her senses, so of course she wouldn't approach Xie Lang at this time.
How is this any different from a lamb being led into the wolf's den!
She brushed Xie Lang's hand away, and although she was clearly drunk, her voice remained calm and steady: "It's getting late, Your Majesty, please escort me back to my residence."
When she came out, she rode in Xie Lang's carriage. Wen Hemian didn't expect to be able to go back in her current state.
Although it's not really appropriate to sit in the same car as Xie Lang, but... he probably won't do anything, right?
Wen Heming wavered between trusting and distrusting his own teaching achievements.
Xie Lang stood up, unusually not annoyed by her refusal, but instead smiled and said, "Okay."
As he spoke, he naturally reached out to help Wen Hemian, very restrained, with almost no overstepping of boundaries.
With a little help, Wen Hemian was able to stand on her own and walked forward calmly, but her eyes were fixed on the ground. She carefully checked everything she passed, which was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor.
Xie Lang couldn't help but laugh as he watched.
Wen Hemian glanced at him: "What are you laughing at?"
She seemed to have no recollection of the unpleasant incident that had just occurred between her and Xie Lang, and her expression remained exactly the same as when she looked at Xie Lang before.
He muttered to himself, "It's just a few drinks, not enough to make me drunk."
Xie Lang suppressed the smile on his lips and nodded earnestly in agreement: "Yes, teacher is not drunk."
She's just cute.
Fortunately, nothing went wrong along the way, and the two boarded the carriage together without incident.
Wen Hemian calmly found a corner of the carriage, sat down, lifted the curtain beside her, closed her eyes, and let the cold wind blow in.
Xie Lang dared not approach rashly and could only watch her silently.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, there was a slight blush at the corners of her eyes, a faint blush that added a touch of vibrancy to her otherwise aloof face. Her skin was extremely fair, and although she usually appeared cold and unapproachable, her closed eyes softened her aloofness.
Especially her lips, so red and moist, they make you want to kiss them.
Xie Lang took a deep breath.
Even though he hadn't been drinking, he acted as if he were drunk, and my gaze was involuntarily drawn to him.
"Grand Tutor, the night breeze is chilly, don't let it blow on you. You can drink the hangover soup when we get back..."
Wen Hemian had always seemed to be in poor health, and even though Xie Lang knew it was just an appearance, he was still worried that she might get sick.
After regaining her senses, she didn't care about anything else for a moment and got up to draw the curtain.
Unexpectedly, the carriage jolted, and in an instant, Wen Hemian's body swayed to the side. Xie Lang instinctively reached out and caught her, his arms instantly filled with her delicate fragrance.
He stared wide-eyed in slight surprise: "Grand Tutor?"
Wen Hemian did not respond, seemingly because she was not comfortable with the sudden change of location. She hummed softly and then continued to rest quietly on his shoulder.
She had tried many kinds of wine before and thought she had a high alcohol tolerance, but this time she was caught off guard by trying a new wine and ended up getting hooked.
The results were even better than Xie Lang had expected.
She had actually fallen asleep just now.
It was also due to his usual impressions that Xie Lang assumed she was avoiding the issue and didn't think in that direction.
This was the first time Xie Lang had ever seen Wen Hemian so vulnerable and approachable. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his eyes to the side, almost uncontrollably, and gently pressed his hand to the corner of Wen Hemian's eye.
Then slowly, inch by inch, massage down along the cheek.
Finally, it landed on the lips I had longed for, and gently and slowly pressed against them.
His eyes suddenly turned as dark as ink, and his voice became low and hoarse.
"Warmth contains frost—"
This was a name Xie Lang had never used before.
Those who are close to each other of the same generation can address each other by their courtesy names.
As he was Wen Heming's student, he could only restrain himself and follow the proper etiquette, calling her Grand Tutor.
It's not that he has any objection to this title; it precisely represents their inseparable relationship, but it shouldn't become an obstacle.
So what if he deceived his teacher and acted immorally? He didn't care.
Xie Lang understood the importance of seizing opportunities better than anyone else.
He stared at Wen Heming for a long time, but saw no sign of her waking up. Finally, he couldn't hold back and kissed her while pinching her chin.
There was no deep penetration, but rather a gentle caressing and licking, accompanied by a kind of resolute air and hot, rapid breathing, as if the skin was trembling slightly.
He admitted that he was despicable, selfish, and unscrupulous.
But as long as he could catch this person, he wouldn't care about anything else.
...
The carriage came to a smooth stop at the Prince's residence.
After waiting for a long time without seeing any sign of the two men coming out, the guard driving the carriage called out softly, "Your Majesty? Lord Wen?"
Immediately, the carriage curtain was lifted, and His Majesty emerged.
No, that's not quite right.
It should be said that His Majesty was holding Lord Wen.
Lady Wen was born prematurely, as everyone in the capital knows. She was in poor health from a young age and spent a considerable amount of time recuperating in a temple. As a result, she was noticeably thinner than other men.
Because of her status and skills, no one dared to underestimate her, even though she looked frail.
Now, being held in His Majesty's arms like this, surprisingly... surprisingly, I don't feel any sense of incongruity.
The guards' pupils dilated in shock; they dared not say or think anything, and quickly retreated to the side.
Xie Lang carried Wen Hemian steadily into the mansion and headed straight for her room. Although his steps were steady, it was as if he deliberately slowed down his pace, unhurried and unhurried. He bumped into Qingyun, who was rushing over, at the door.
"This servant greets Your Majesty."
Qingyun bowed and saw his young master being held in the Emperor's arms. His heart trembled slightly. Before he could ask any questions, Xie Lang ordered, "Go and make a bowl of hangover soup."
Despite the oppressive aura, Qingyun spoke up: "Perhaps this servant should first help the young master to rest..."
"No need," Xie Lang refused, his gaze sweeping thoughtfully over her before he added, "I know the Grand Tutor's secret."
Then he left Qingyun behind and strode into the room.
Qingyun stared in disbelief: "Huh?"
Once inside the room, Xie Lang gently placed her on the bed and carefully removed her shoes. He wanted to do more, but his fingertips twitched, and he ultimately didn't.
Wen Hemian was completely unaware of what had happened while she was asleep. On the contrary, because she was back in a familiar environment, she slept even more soundly, and the hair at her temples was slightly ruffled.
Xie Lang kept a straight eye and brushed his hair back.
A hint of gloom appeared in his eyes: "Never mind, we have a long future ahead of us."
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