Falling into the rain

Strangely enough, after his brain transmitted this information, Wen Huaixu did not push her away immediately.

Yu Tingyu touched him haphazardly, without any strategy.

Wang Hang glanced casually at the rearview mirror and was immediately shocked. He turned the steering wheel half a turn, but quickly swerved to bring it back.

Wen Huaixu's body also trembled violently.

It happened so suddenly; no one expected it to be like this.

We're so close, we've never been this close before.

Yu Tingyu could smell the scent on Wen Huaixu's body—a cool, woody scent blended with Longjing tea, its hormones carrying an aggressive quality that enveloped her, making it impossible for her to break free.

She willingly fell into his trap.

When Yu Tingyu leaned closer again, Wen Huaixu instinctively supported her waist.

His throat tightened instantly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed sharply.

wrong.

That's completely wrong.

Wen Huaixu frowned deeply, feeling the hand on her lower back gradually getting hot and burning.

"Small……"

He had to say something to stop her; he absolutely had to say something. But as soon as he opened his mouth, Yu Tingyu seized the opportunity to speak.

In an instant, Wen Huaixu's restraint nearly crumbled. The veins on his arms bulged, his breathing could no longer be steady, and he couldn't care about anything else, his only thought was to move Yu Tingyu away.

But Yu Tingyu wouldn't have it. She grabbed Wen Huaixu's clothes and subconsciously bit him hard.

A sharp pain shot through him. Wen Huaixu didn't have time to worry about whether he was disfigured. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

This was the first time he had ever been at a loss, not knowing what to say or do to deal with the unexpected situation that had just occurred.

The rich aroma, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol, lingered around his nose, making him feel as if he were drunk.

The next second, he heard Yu Tingyu say in a tearful voice, "What should I do? I still like you so much..."

Wang Hang was focused on driving and didn't dare to show any expression; he pretended not to have heard clearly.

The sound of the Huai River could not be heard.

Neon lights streamed in through the car window, casting flickering light on Wen Huaixu's face. He stood with his long legs crossed, maintaining his refined and dignified demeanor.

But no one knew that a tsunami was raging through his mind, leaving him with no ability to think at all.

He even began to doubt his own hearing.

Yu Tingyu actually said she liked him.

Do you like him?

Unable to calm down, Wen Huaixu rolled down the car window to its lowest position, trying to let the wind bring him back to his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yu Tingyu, who had finally calmed down by the window, her hair disheveled by the wind.

His actions were faster than his thoughts; he slowly rolled up the car window again.

I noticed she was sweating just now; with the night breeze, she could easily catch a cold.

In any case, her health is the most important thing.

Yu Tingyu had really drunk too much. Not long after she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and her body slumped to the side due to inertia, landing right on Wen Huaixu's shoulder.

Her eyes were closed, tears still wet on her eyelashes, her fair face flushed with a faint pink blush, and her warm breath brushed against Wen Huaixu's neck and shoulders.

In the past, Wen Huaixu would have held Yu Tingyu in his arms to make her sleep more peacefully, but now, he didn't make the slightest movement. His back was stiff and straight, as if he didn't even dare to touch her.

She's wrong.

He's wrong too.

When the car stopped in front of the villa, Wen Huaixu still didn't move, his slender fingers resting on his knees, and Yu Tingyu's calm and long breathing could be heard in his ears.

When Wang Hang opened the back door, he looked up and realized that he was already home.

Aunt Jing came out after hearing the engine sound. She first noticed Wen Huaixu's bitten lip, and after a moment of surprise, she quickly asked with concern, "Second Young Master, what happened to you?"

Wen Huaixu subconsciously licked his wound, and the pain returned, along with a faint smell of blood. But he just frowned and said nothing.

Yu Tingyu was sleeping soundly and showed no signs of waking up.

"Miss, have you been drinking?" Aunt Jing smelled a faint scent of alcohol.

Wen Huaixu carried the person out of the car and whispered, "Aunt Jing, make a hangover soup and bring it upstairs in a bit."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Yu Tingyu was perhaps disturbed by their conversation, and briefly opened her eyes, meeting Wen Huaixu's unfathomable gaze. She seemed to have forgotten what she had done in the car, wrapped her arms around his neck, and called her name softly in a low voice.

Wen Huaixu's arms, which were holding her, suddenly stiffened.

The way he was addressed seemed to be reminding him of something, so he didn't respond.

Carrying Yu Tingyu into the second-floor room seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After closing the door and coming out, he leaned against the corner of the corridor wall with one hand, unable to even breathe properly.

Wen Huaixu walked downstairs with slightly unsteady steps, and Aunt Jing came up to him carrying a hangover soup.

Aunt Jing respectfully asked him, "Second Young Master, the hangover soup is ready, shall I have it for you or...?"

Wen Huaixu didn't stop walking, only leaving behind the words: "Please feed her the water, thank you."

Aunt Jing waved her hand and said it was what she should do.

I was just a little puzzled. In the past, Wen Huaixu always did similar things himself. Why did she do it for him today?

In the study, Wang Hang hadn't left yet, cautiously observing Wen Huaixu's expression.

He merely raised his eyes, and Wang Hang instantly understood what Wen Huaixu meant.

"Don't worry, I didn't see or hear anything."

Wang Hang solemnly assured him, his words earnest and sincere.

For those in his line of work, keeping their mouths shut is the top priority.

Wen Huaixu glanced at him but didn't say anything. In fact, he was also thinking about how he should react.