Chapter 88. Liu Duanhe smiled faintly, "...
Liu Duanhe smiled faintly, "I am well aware of the consequences and costs, and I am prepared to accept them."
Du Lanting leaned back with a sigh, "Alright, since you know everything, I won't say anything annoying. Your boyfriend's glares are practically tearing me to pieces."
The waiter knocked and came in, bringing in a lot of expensive wines. He looked up and smoothly changed the subject, "It's been so long. You've come of age now. You should have a good drink today."
Liu Duanhe did not refuse. As if he had heard the waiter, the waiter stepped forward, opened the bottle, and poured the drink into a glass and handed it to him.
Liu Duanhe thought the wine tasted good, so he poured a glass for Feng Xingyun as well, saying, "Just take a small taste."
Feng Xingyun couldn't help but smile as he released Liu Duanhe's fingers, which he was playing with.
They had already eaten some snacks and fruit to fill their stomachs, so drinking alcohol at this time wouldn't hurt their stomachs.
Feng Xingyun picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "It's really good."
Liu Duanhe still remembered that he had a low alcohol tolerance, so he gave him a sip and put it down, saying, "Just one sip is enough. If you pass out, I won't be able to carry you back by myself."
His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and his eyes were watery and slightly tipsy, like a reflection in a lake, shimmering and captivating. His already handsome face, which could be described as exquisitely beautiful, became even more approachable and inviting with the blush on his face.
Liu Duanhe has attended so many banquets that even though he doesn't drink much, his alcohol tolerance has accumulated to a pretty good level. However, he gets flushed easily and will appear half-drunk after just a little bit of alcohol.
Moreover, because he liked the taste of the drink, he unknowingly drank quite a lot of it.
Feng Xingyun's rough fingertips caressed Liu Duanhe's eyes. His soft, long hair lingered in his palm, just like the man himself, sweet and delicious. Feng Xingyun wanted to lick it slowly, but was also worried that someone would snatch it away and wished he could swallow it whole.
Liu Duan and Leng Bai rubbed their temples with their fingers. Perhaps it was the strong effect of the alcohol, but the noisy and chaotic sounds in the private room did not affect their growing drowsiness and restless excitement. Time seemed to pass by without a barrier.
His body was so hot it felt like it was about to emit steam, releasing a cool fragrance.
Lured, Feng Xingyun somehow found himself sniffing his neck, then lazily pressed his body against him, asking, "Xiao He, why are you sweating? Are you hot?"
Liu Duanhe pushed him aside and frowned, saying, "I'm going to the restroom."
He was extremely uncomfortable with the heat and planned to go to the bathroom to wash his face. Besides, the water from the alcohol and fruit had already circulated throughout his body.
Feng Xingyun nodded and said, "Okay."
After leaving the private room for a while, Liu Duanhe initially walked normally, and after breathing in the fresh air of the corridor, he felt even more refreshed. However, after washing his face and using the restroom, he wanted to calm down, but the inexplicable heat returned.
Liu Duanhe then realized something was wrong, and his body began to feel weak and powerless, as if a transparent hand was pulling all his strength away thread by thread.
The alcohol-fueled backlash made his body slowly burn, so he turned on the tap, switched to cold water, and splashed it on his face repeatedly.
Unfortunately, the cold water can only bring temporary clarity, a fleeting escape from the abyss.
The icy water spilled halfway onto his body as he unconsciously trembled, and his half-wet shirt revealed his chest and abdominal muscles. His coat was left in the private room.
Liu Duanhe felt as if he were experiencing both ice and fire, both hot and cold, with the heat being continuous and the cooling only providing temporary relief.
The restroom was far from the private room they had booked for the day, and besides, the door to the room was closed. Even if he disregarded his pride and shouted for Feng Xingyun to come, he wouldn't hear him.
There is definitely someone behind this. Many people present are suspects. Liu Duanhe suspects Chen Xingdong the most. He must have an inside man in the club. Shouting for help, the first ones to arrive are almost certainly the people behind the scenes.
He forced himself to sit up, and staggered out while leaning against the wall; he had to get back to the private room immediately.
Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside the restroom. They were clearly purposeful and very hurried. Liu Duanhe instinctively hid in a stall.
He tried his best to calm his hot, panting breath, his heart pounding rapidly under the influence of the medication.
The person who came was in a hurry and seemed very nervous. Liu Duanhe subconsciously analyzed the situation. After coming in for a short while, he couldn't find the person, so he went out to look for them again.
Liu Duanhe did not go out immediately, but waited for a while. Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door and gradually faded away.
His expression was somber; he was too cunning. If he had gone out immediately, he would have played right into their hands.
After waiting a while longer and confirming that he was far away, Liu Duanhe quickly and quietly went out.
However, the effects of the drug were too great for him. In the short time he spent in the toilet stall, the effects of the drug became even stronger, and he could only move his body by sheer willpower.
Liu Duanhe tried his best to control his breathing until the hurried footsteps were very close to him. Only then did he notice the sound amidst his heavy breathing and immediately quickened his pace. At this time, it was impossible to turn back and waste time.
Even in this situation, Liu Duanhe immediately and subconsciously chose the most rational approach.
He disregarded his germaphobia, leaning against the corridor wall, and moved forward step by step. His legs were as weak as noodles. Because of the footsteps behind him, he no longer needed to worry about attracting the attention of the person in charge. He tried to shout to attract the attention of others, but his throat was as dry as parched land, and swallowing was as difficult as swallowing a knife.
The newcomer's steps were steady and powerful, and he caught up with him in two steps. His strong arms embraced him at the corner of the corridor, and a handkerchief was placed over his mouth and nose.
Liu Duanhe asked weakly, as if struck by lightning, "Who are you?"
The sound was so faint that only the man closest to him could hear it. He paused for a moment but did not answer. Liu Duanhe held his breath.
In the brief moment of distraction, she used her last bit of strength to brush the watch off her wrist and toss it into a flowerpot around the corner.
With a click, an almost inaudible sound, it was absorbed by the soil.
He wouldn't be in the restroom for long; Feng Xingyun would definitely notice he'd been out for too long, realize something was wrong, and come looking for him.
The man was already very nervous. It took him a while to spot Liu Duanhe in the corridor. He didn't care about anything else and almost let Liu Duanhe return to the private room.
However, thinking of his family who had been arranged to live abroad, he still covered Liu Duanhe's mouth and nose with a handkerchief until Liu Duanhe collapsed. He continued to cover it for a while longer to ensure that Liu Duanhe inhaled enough so that he would not wake up in the middle.
He was sweating profusely from the stress of searching for Liu Duanhe. He hoisted Liu Duanhe up onto his shoulder and headed upstairs to his room.
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