Chapter 26 Help me...
Luo Xincheng hates the smell of smoke and people who smoke, especially people who smoke in front of her.
Therefore, whenever she saw someone in the same room light a cigarette, she would politely ask them to put it out.
Faced with such a request, most people would chuckle and stub out their cigarette, but some would completely ignore her and continue smoking.
At times like this, Luo Xincheng would lose control of his agitated and violent emotions, snatch the other person's cigarette, throw it into a cup, and then use any liquid within reach to extinguish it.
Over time, her reputation spread, and no one dared to smoke in front of her anymore.
But she quite enjoys drinking, and doesn't dislike people who also enjoy drinking; in fact, she quite likes watching others drink.
Alcohol is a magical thing; it can tear off people's masks and uncover those unknown sides of them.
Some people are usually gentle and refined, but when they drink too much, their temperament changes drastically and they become unruly. Others are usually reserved and taciturn, but when they drink too much, they become extroverted, lively, and talkative...
Luo Xincheng enjoys watching the contrast between people before and after they get drunk.
She was also very curious about what Fu Zhiheng would be like when he was drunk.
Will she start talking incoherently, or will she release stress by crying her heart out, or will she obediently lie down and sleep?
She held her cheeks in her hands, tilting her head to look at Fu Zhiheng, whose face was flushed.
He remained silently immersed in the dim light and shadow, staring at the empty wine glass in front of him.
They did nothing, said nothing, or thought nothing at all.
Luo Xincheng couldn't help but call out to him, asking, "Are you feeling alright? You shouldn't be... drunk, right?"
"It can't be that bad. She only drank a few sips. She's never seen anyone with such a low alcohol tolerance."
Fu Zhiheng raised his eyes, his voice tinged with confusion, "I'm not drunk, I just don't know what to say right now."
Luo Xincheng nodded in agreement, "We really don't have much to talk about."
He shook his head frantically, pressing the back of his hand to his cheek, probably trying to cool himself down. "That's not what I meant..."
"That gentleman just now, was he your..." He paused for a second, considering carefully, "...an elder you dislike?"
Luo Xincheng's eyes widened immediately, as if something dirty had stuck to them, and she quickly denied it, "How could that be! We have no blood relation whatsoever."
She laughed in anger; if someone else had said those words, she would have suspected that the person was deliberately humiliating her.
She couldn't help but complain, "Your insults are so vulgar."
"Do you hate him that much?" His tone carried a clear hint of frustration. "Sorry, I didn't know."
He lowered his eyes and tapped his wine glass with his fingertips, making a crisp sound.
“When I first looked over, I saw you smiling at him and thought you were having a good chat… But after I came over and heard what you said, I felt like you disliked him? So I assumed he was an elder you didn’t like.”
"After all, he looks much more mature than us, and the fine lines under his eyes make him look very composed."
Luo Xincheng: ...
Does that mean he's old?
"Moreover, he speaks in the tone of an elder, as if he is trying to teach us some lessons from the perspective of someone who has been through it all."
Luo Xincheng: ...
Does that mean he has a strong fatherly vibe?
She glanced at him hesitantly, surprised to find that he was surprisingly skilled in the art of language.
After listing the man's crimes one by one, Fu Zhiheng revealed his true intentions and asked, "Who exactly is he?"
Luo Xincheng: "My older cousin introduced me to this blind date."
Fu Zhiheng remained silent.
He sat up straight again, his body which had been slightly slumped over the table in relaxation. He was enveloped in dim light and shadow, and after a moment, he nodded as if he had suddenly realized something.
"I see."
His gaze swept somewhat uncomfortably over the glasses on the table, as if he felt thirsty again, and he picked up another glass of champagne and took two sips.
Luo Xincheng stared intently at his face.
He drank some more wine, but his face didn't become any redder. A slight flush spread across his cheeks, like a natural rosy glow emanating from his skin.
“But Miss Luo is still very young, only twenty-two years old.” He spoke earnestly, as if simply indignant on her behalf. “That gentleman looked…”
He pursed his lips subtly, punctuating his unfinished thoughts at the opportune moment.
Luo Xincheng couldn't help but laugh; she really knew how to stir up trouble.
He was twenty-eight years old.
No wonder.
He avoided her gaze, a hesitant look on his face, and said in a low voice, "But some girls like men several years older than themselves..."
She nodded in agreement, "To each their own."
He was speechless for a few seconds, "...And what about Miss Luo?"
"Me?" She ran her fingers through her long hair that fell across her chest and said calmly, "I am all-encompassing and tolerant of all things. I like anyone who is stupid, rich, good-looking, and has a good figure."
Fu Zhiheng fell silent again.
After a long while, he raised his hand again, pressed the slightly cool back of his hand against his cheek, and squinted his watery eyes.
"Excuse me, I think I've had a bit too much to drink. I feel a bit stuffy in the banquet hall. Miss Luo, could you take me outside for some fresh air? I can also sober up a bit."
Upon hearing this, Luo Xincheng's gaze swept over him, and she stared at him for a long time.
As time went on, Fu Zhiheng grew increasingly restless. Just as he was about to say that it was inconvenient to say anything, he saw the person opposite him suddenly stand up.
"sure."
She wrapped her shawl tighter around her face, her fair skin framed by fine downy hairs, and glanced lightly in his direction. As she lowered her gaze, her eyelids reflected a shimmering, shimmering light.
Seeing that he didn't get up immediately, she urged, "Let's go."
Looking up at her, Fu Zhiheng seemed to wake from a dream, shifting his gaze from her and replying with an "okay".
He immediately got up and followed behind her, carefully avoiding the trailing hem of her skirt, and walked out of the banquet hall through the side door.
The side door leads to the garden terrace. Stepping outside, the night breeze carries a touch of late autumn chill, accompanied by the rich fragrance of flowers.
Fu Zhiheng paused slightly, glancing at her thin clothing. "Isn't it a bit cold outside?"
"It's alright." Luo Xincheng turned her head and casually brushed a petal off her shoulder.
His gaze followed the petal as it drifted to the ground, swirling around before being lifted up again by the next gust of wind.
"The wind is so strong."
He uttered a meaningless remark, watching as her once well-behaved hair was now slightly disheveled by the wind, and a green leaf drifted down from her head.
But she didn't notice, and just focused on tucking her unruly hair behind her ears.
He intended to remind her, but his hands were faster than his mouth.
In the brief blank moment before his consciousness reached his brain, he raised his hand and pinched the verdant fallen leaves on her head.
Luo Xincheng felt his closeness and looked up unhappily, but the moment her vision came into view of his handsome profile, her tightly furrowed brows unconsciously relaxed.
She unconsciously slowed her breathing, but could not stop his breath from rushing into her nostrils with the air.
Immediately afterwards, she smelled a scent that was extremely distinct.
Like an orange that has been peeled and left to sit for a while, some of the sweet and sour fruit aroma has evaporated and become less intense, subtly highlighting the bitterness in the peel fibers, creating an extremely delicate, fresh, natural, and invigorating fragrance.
That's so unique, what kind of perfume is she using...?
She thought this, and she asked this question.
"perfume?"
He froze, looking down at her.
She tilted her head back, and her bright, clear eyes shone exceptionally brightly in the sparse light, allowing him to immediately see the suspicion in them.
"You didn't spray?"
"...I sprayed it."
As he spoke, he ran his fingertips along the fallen leaf he had plucked from her head, and said earnestly, "But the shampoo I use is also citrus-scented, and I scent my clothes with incense before wearing them, so I'm not sure if the scent you're talking about is the effect that perfume can produce on its own."
Luo Xincheng's gaze towards him gradually became meaningful, and she smiled knowingly, "You're quite refined."
She even scents her clothes, something she's never done before.
Under such gazes, he turned his head away in embarrassment and explained softly, "After all, it's an important occasion, so I have to be more proper."
"……oh."
Seeing that he seemed to have taken something off her head, she tilted her head back again. "What's on my head?"
"A leaf."
To prove he wasn't lying, he deliberately held the leaf up to her face.
Luo Xincheng lowered her gaze and looked over.
It's hard to say what kind of tree the leaf fell from. It was originally oval-shaped, but later, whether it was eaten by insects or birds, a piece was left at the tip, and the smooth oval lines were dented in the middle, turning into a deformed heart shape by some strange twist of fate.
Fu Zhiheng quickly noticed this poetic coincidence, his breath caught in his throat, and the hand that was holding it suddenly lost its strength.
The wind has picked up again.
The heart-shaped green leaf, freed from its constraints, did not fall naturally to the ground. Instead, it was blown high and far by the wind, heading straight for Fu Zhiheng's face.
He immediately closed his eyes, but it was too late.
Luo Xincheng caught his muffled groan of pain and saw him rubbing his eyes, sensing that something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
He shook his head, said nothing, and kept rubbing the eye that had been hit by a leaf.
"You're wearing contact lenses, don't rub it so hard."
Luo Xincheng disapprovingly removed his hand.
The next second, I saw the dense, spiderweb-like red blood vessels in his eyes.
She was stunned. "You...?"
His eye seemed to be barely open, blinking as tears streamed down his face.
"It must be that the contact lens broke inside the eye."
Luo Xincheng: ? ? ?
Don't suddenly say such terrifying things!
"What brand of contact lenses are these? The quality is so bad!!" In her anxiety, she started criticizing indiscriminately, "Then what's the point of rubbing your eyes? Go dig them out!"
He was suddenly reminded that the image of him prying open his eyelids to remove his contact lenses was too horrifying, so he quickly turned his back to do it.
Luo Xincheng thought to herself, what's wrong with watching this? She'd never seen anyone else take off their contact lenses before.
Just as he was about to go around to the front to see what was going on, he turned back around, looking at her with teary eyes.
"What should I do? I can't get it out..."
These words came out of his mouth with an unusual sense of grievance; it was the first time he had shown such a helpless expression in front of her.
Helpless, he even resorted to desperate measures, holding her hand against his face, his pleading, soft voice sounding more like he was being affectionate.
"Please help me..."
Luo Xincheng stood frozen in place, his mind blank.
ah?
Me? ? ?
Before my mind could process it, I felt the cool, damp sensation as it flowed over my fingertips.
His face was still being caressed by her hands, and the constant flow of tears seeped into the gaps between her fingers, making her involuntarily curl her fingers.
"I...I'll take a look first..."
She steadied herself and cupped his face in one hand, lifting it up.
"No, it's too dark here..."
She glanced at the nail extensions she had just gotten done a few days ago, worried that she might hurt his eyeball before she could even remove the contact lens.
"Let me take you to the lounge; it's bright there."
She made her judgment and immediately pulled him inside by his sleeve.
Before they had taken two steps, he suddenly took the initiative and wrapped his arm around her wrist, a dry heat enveloping her and forcing her to stop.
She turned around to say something, but instead met a pair of red, tearful eyes.
Even though only one contact lens was broken, tears were streaming from both eyes at the same time. He wiped away the tears in a disheveled manner, leaving a small patch of gaudy red at the corner of his eye.
Seeing that she stopped without warning, he struggled to open his eyes and look at her.
"What's wrong?"
Her long, dark, wet eyelashes trembled violently, like butterflies that had been soaked by rain and could not fly, only able to flap their wings weakly.
She felt a tightness in her chest and suddenly couldn't utter a single word of accusation.
"...Never mind, it's nothing."
She turned around and continued to lead him as he was holding her hand.
Fu Zhiheng continued wiping his damp face as if he didn't notice, tightening his grip on her wrist.
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