While Fu Nanxiao was socializing with others, his attention kept drifting to Jiang Yilai.
Seeing that she and Sun Yufei were chatting happily, he looked away.
He was in a good mood.
When someone came over to offer a toast, he drank it half-heartedly, though his face remained cold.
But there were just too many people trying to get close to him.
Fu Nanxiao had a pretty good alcohol tolerance, and before he knew it, he had drunk quite a lot.
He felt a little dizzy.
Before going to the restroom, he intended to tell Jiang Yilai, but seeing that she was still chatting happily with Sun Yufei, he put down his cup and went alone.
He washed his face with cold water, and as he straightened up, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him.
Fu Nanxiao assumed he had just drunk too much.
But after taking only a few steps, a sudden heat surged through his body, rushing straight to a certain indescribable place.
"Sir, what's wrong? Do you need help?"
Fu Nanxiao narrowed his eyes, his vision blurred, and he couldn't make out the person's face, but he could see that he was wearing a waiter's uniform.
At this moment, he was in great pain, and even his breathing felt hot.
Fu Nanxiao leaned against the wall, his voice low and hoarse: "Where is the lounge? Could you please help me find Jiang... never mind, just ask the host of today's banquet hall to come over and say that Fu Nanxiao is looking for him."
"Sir, are you alright? The lounge is at the end of the corridor, let me help you there first."
The waiter tried to touch him, but Fu Nanxiao brushed him away.
"No need, you go find someone first."
The waiter left.
Fu Nanxiao pinched himself to keep himself awake.
He leaned against the wall and slowly walked to the lounge.
He wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, but his body felt increasingly unwell.
His body felt like it was on fire, and his masculine impulses grew stronger and stronger.
There's a problem.
This is not drunk at all.
Fu Nanxiao was furious.
He hates it most when people scheme against him like this!
Fu Nanxiao took out his phone and immediately called Jiang Yilai.
At times like this, she is all he can think about.
I think of her fair and delicate face, her gentle and fragrant body.
She lowered her eyes shyly and smiled gently.
And the love in her bright, clear eyes when she looked at him.
Desires grow wildly, as do longing and affection.
He desperately wanted to see her.
I want to hold her tightly.
The call connected, but the phone rang in the lounge.
Fu Nanxiao couldn't hear clearly, so he looked towards the sound and found Jiang Yilai's phone in the corner of the sofa.
Why is Jiang Yilai's phone here?
She came to the lounge?
Fu Nanxiao had a splitting headache, and his vision was blurry, making it almost impossible for him to think clearly.
He frowned and dialed Jin Zisong's number again.
Before the call could be connected, the door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open.
A woman in an expensive dress tiptoed in.
When she saw Fu Nanxiao, she lay down next to him, hugged him tightly, and said in a sweet voice, her voice filled with trepidation and excitement, "Nanxiao, were you looking for me? I'm here."
The sweet, cloying voice seemed to come from near and far.
The woman's hands slipped under his clothes, making his already burning body even more uncomfortable.
His consciousness was somewhat blurred.
But she was very clear that this was not Jiang Yilai.
Jiang Yilai would never be like that. She is gentle yet resilient, delicate yet elegant. Even when she is deeply in love, her voice is clear and melodious.
This is not her.
Fu Nanxiao shoved the woman off the sofa, then sat up, his eyes bloodshot: "Get out!"
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