Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

Fu Sichen protested, "I'm not a child anymore."

Yu Shinan glanced at her, but refused.

"I'm in a rare good mood today, so I'll have a little drink with you all. Just a tiny bit."

Fu Sichen held up his fingers and pinched the tiny gap, but Yu Shinan remained unmoved.

"This liquor is strong, otherwise you shouldn't drink it..."

Yu Qian felt a hard kick to his leg and glanced at Fu Sichen. "Well, a little bit shouldn't be a problem. We agreed you should drink less, or you'll get a headache."

Fu Sichen nodded vigorously, "I know, I was just trying to create a good atmosphere."

Yu Qian avoided Yu Shinan's gaze, took the wine and poured it for Fu Sichen, just a little bit, down to the bottom of the glass. "This is baijiu, pour it, you try it first. If it doesn't work, I'll order you a bottle of fruit wine."

"No need, I just want to keep you guys company." Fu Sichen smiled with her eyes narrowed, then secretly glanced at Yu Shinan, and said in a rather coquettish tone, "Brother Nan, don't look so serious. I'll only have a little bit to drink. If I get really drunk, you're still here. You can take me back to my room."

She, on the other hand, was completely unguarded around him.

Yu Shinan sighed softly. She knew he wasn't as upright and virtuous as she thought.

"Drink less."

The man uttered two words, then looked at the dishes the waiter had placed down and rearranged their order.

Fu Sichen stared at the plate in front of him, and his nose started to sting.

It's her favorite dish.

Yu Qian said, "Girl, try the cooking of our chef."

Fu Sichen hummed in agreement. She picked up a piece of fried mint pancake with her chopsticks, squinted her eyes, and said, "Delicious."

Yu Qian laughed loudly, saying that this kind of home cooking was not that different, and the food was not fancy.

Similarly, the deliciousness Fu Sichen described wasn't necessarily that great, because Nan-ge still remembered what she liked to eat.

She preferred to pick mints from Aunt Ding's garden, wash them, and watch him fry delicious mint pancakes for her.

This wine is really too strong.

Fu Sichen only drank a third of the cup, and he was already swaying as he walked.

Yu Qian laughed at her, "Are you sure you can handle it? Look at my fingers, how many are there?"

Fu Sichen pushed his hand away, pouting unhappily, "This is only my first time drinking it."

Yu Shinan watched her walk unsteadily, and it really proved the saying: "She doesn't respect anyone, so she just leans on the wall for support."

Yu Qian found it amusing; the girl's drunken charm didn't match the ugliness of a truly intoxicated person. He reached out to help her up.

Before his hand could even touch Fu Sichen, his arm was grabbed. The pressure point was pinched so precisely that Yu Qian cried out in pain and shook his hand away.

Bro, what are you doing? Who did I offend with this?

Yu Shinan reached out and grabbed the woman who was staggering to one side, pulling her to his side to steady her.

Fu Sichen looked up at him, raised her finger, and stood on tiptoe to touch his face. The man turned his head, and she threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and hanging herself on him. "Brother Nan, take me home. I don't want Brother Gan."

"What...what happened to me?" Yu Qian clapped his arms and jumped up and down. "Girl, that's not right!"

No matter how beastly he is, he wouldn't be a beast to his own sister.

"You got Miss Ruan drunk." Fu Sichen pursed his lips, his expression suddenly turning aggrieved as he said this.

Yu Qian's face darkened; this would truly become a black mark on his past.

"Brother Nan, do you like Miss Ruan?" Fu Sichen turned back to look at him again. The way she wrapped her arms around his neck brought them very close. The faint smell of alcohol mixed with the unique scent of a woman sprayed onto his face, making his heart burn and his blood surge.

"No," Yu Shinan denied, reaching out to pull Fu Sichen's arm down. "I'll take you back. Which room will you stay in?"

His arm was tugged, so Fu Sichen simply wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face in his chest. "Brother Nan, I can't walk anymore, my legs are weak."

"Don't force yourself if you can't drink it." Yu Shinan's voice was deep, and his gaze toward Yu Qian was somewhat cold.

This is a complaint against him for giving Si Chen wine.

Yu Qian touched his nose. "I really didn't expect her to be such a light drinker. Anyway, she lives in 1308. You take her back; I have something to do."

This woman is really troublesome when she's drunk, so Yu Qian quickly made up an excuse and slipped away.

Is Fu Sichen drunk?

drunk.

She had never actually touched this type of alcohol before, but it wouldn't be accurate to say she was completely out of it.

In my hazy state, I still managed to cling to a sliver of clarity.

It's great to be drunk, because you can use being drunk as an excuse to act cute and unreasonable, and then blame it all on being drunk when you sober up, right?

Fu Sichen rubbed her face against his chest, and when she pressed her ear to his chest, she could hear his heartbeat, which was a little fast. However, before she could make out who he was, he hooked his arm around hers and said, "Let's go, I'll take you there."

"I... I can't leave."

Fu Sichen squatted down and didn't move.

Yu Shinan had a headache looking at the woman who was being unreasonable.

"Brother Nan, carry me on your back, I really can't walk anymore." Fu Sichen squatted down and stretched out her slender arms to him.

Her face was flushed slightly from the alcohol, the red hue seeping from her fair and delicate skin, so tender it was breathtaking.

Yu Shinan turned his eyes away, but finally gave in. He squatted down in front of her, and the woman laughed and pounced on him. She threw herself on his back, hooked her arms around his neck, and her voice seemed to be laughing as she said, "Okay."

The man stood up, carrying her on his back was effortless for him, but the woman's soft body pressed tightly against his back, and Yu Shinan tried to ignore the strangeness brought about by this difference.

Fu Sichen pressed her face against his neck. His skin was dark, completely different from hers. She moved her face and pressed her lips against his neck. She felt the man with his back to her suddenly stop, even his steps faltering.

Fu Sichen tilted his head, and his lips brushed against his neck as if it were an accidental touch.

Her eyes stung, her voice languid and coquettish after drinking, with a hint of aggrieved sobs, "Miss Ruan is very likable, and I'm not bad either, am I?"

"Not bad," he affirmed.

Han Yi was bewitched.

"Then why can't you like me?"

Yu Shinan could not answer that question.

"I'm young too, and I'm not bad looking. I just had a baby, but I have a great figure and no belly fat." She whispered in his ear, sounding aggrieved. "The little clothes you bought me last time were a size too small. So you think I'm flat-chested? I'm curvy too. I'm not lying to you, really. You can touch me if you don't believe me."

These words drilled into his ears one by one, as if splitting open his head and forcibly shoving her image into his brain.

All the barriers he had erected were hacked to pieces by her.

It's really inconvenient to carry her in the elevator; there are too many people.

So Yu Shinan carried her up the emergency staircase. It was a short staircase, which he usually walked without getting out of breath or blushing, but now he was sweating and his ears were burning hot.

He quickened his pace, leading the person towards the room.

Fu Sichen ran his fingers over the scar on the back of his head. The stitches had already been removed. He was terrified by the severe bleeding that day. Fortunately, it was just a superficial wound, but how could it not hurt when the needle and thread went through the flesh?

"Brother Nan, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

The man's voice was tense. He stopped in front of the door and swiped his card.

"You're lying. It must hurt. I feel the pain too." Fu Sichen's tears fell.

Tears, still warm, dripped onto his neck. The next moment, the woman's soft lips pressed against his, gently and tenderly kissing his wounds.

The room key slipped from my hand and fell to the ground.

The door was closed.

The room was completely dark.

The moonlight and the landscape lights outside the farm let the light in.

Yu Shinan pinned her against the wall, his hands on her shoulders, his eyes burning with fury.