Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Xu An'an was still a little dazed after hanging up the phone.

Yan Heng told her to wait for him at home.

So he's coming over soon?

Xu An'an rushed to the dressing table, quickly applied light makeup, and then returned to the living room, where she sat obediently on the sofa to wait.

After a while, she glanced at her watch and realized only 10 minutes had passed. Yan Heng said he wouldn't be back for forty minutes; was she really going to have to sit here and wait like this?

Xu An'an felt that she had been incredibly stupid.

How can we make time pass faster?

Xu An'an's gaze fell on the high heels in the entryway. Those were sky-high heels that Xu An'an had specially bought for her stage walking lesson.

I'm going to Milan tomorrow, so I might as well practice a little more while I have the time.

Xu An'an turned on the stereo, changed into high heels, and started walking to the rhythm.

After several lessons, Xu An'an has basically mastered the catwalk skills and is becoming more and more adept at handling high heels. She hasn't sprained her ankle in a long time.

The music for the fashion show had a strong rhythm, with each drumbeat hitting your eardrums.

Xu An'an felt the alcohol in her body beginning to take effect, but it wasn't drowsiness; rather, it was a pleasant, slightly tipsy feeling that made her feel relaxed and her steps became more graceful and free.

She was practicing hip movements to music when the doorbell rang. Several seconds passed before she realized what was happening—

Yan Heng has arrived.

"Coming!" She turned and walked quickly toward the door.

Perhaps she was too hasty, because the moment she turned the doorknob, her heel suddenly slipped—her ankle twisted violently, and she instantly lost her balance.

"ah--!"

Xu An'an cried out in surprise and fell straight to the ground.

Yan Heng had not expected that such a scene would greet him when the door opened.

He swiftly opened the door and caught Xu An'an just before she hit the ground.

Xu An'an, who was held in his arms, blushed instantly to the roots of her ears.

If she had known she would sprain her ankle at this moment, she would never have suddenly started practicing catwalk in the middle of the night.

"Th-thank you."

She got up from Yan Heng's arms, embarrassed. As soon as her right foot touched the ground, she suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"Hiss—" Xu An'an took a light breath.

"Did you twist it?" Yan Heng frowned slightly. Before Xu An'an could answer, he bent down, picked her up, and carried her into the living room.

He gently placed Xu An'an on the sofa, then knelt on one knee, lifting her right foot with one hand and gently holding her ankle with the other.

He looked up at her and asked, "Is this the one?"

Xu An'an didn't speak, but bit her lip and nodded.

Yan Heng lowered his head and examined the ankle carefully. Fortunately, the sprain wasn't too serious; there was no obvious redness or swelling. As long as he applied ice promptly, it should be almost completely healed by tomorrow.

He felt a little relieved, got up and went into the kitchen, took an ice pack from the refrigerator, and then went to the bathroom to get a clean towel. He carefully wrapped the ice pack before returning to the living room and kneeling on one knee in front of Xu An'an again.

"Yan Heng..." Xu An'an was also a little worried, and murmured, "Will this make me miss the fashion show the day after tomorrow?"

"No." Yan Heng gently placed the wrapped ice pack on Xu An'an's ankle, then thought for a moment and added, "Apply ice every two hours for 15 minutes each time. Also, don't put any weight on this foot tonight."

"Huh?" Xu An'an's eyes widened slightly.

Applying ice is easy, but how can I make sure that foot doesn't touch the ground at all? The refrigerator is so far from the living room, I can't possibly hop all the way there on one leg when I need to change the ice pack... Besides, she can't possibly not go to the bathroom even once during the night.

Thinking about this, Xu An'an was in a dilemma.

She looked down at her ankle, which was being supported by Yan Heng, bit her lip, and hesitated to speak.

"Really, we can't touch the ground at all?" Xu An'an asked, unwilling to give up.

"Not at all," Yan Heng replied firmly.

Xu An'an was on the verge of tears, "What should we do..."

She glanced at the time; it was almost midnight. Although she didn't want to be a boss who squeezed her employees' sleep, she had no choice but to call Dongdong over to take care of her in this situation...

Just as Xu An'an was about to make a phone call, Yan Heng suddenly cleared his throat.

"Cough... You got injured while waiting for me," he said somewhat awkwardly. "I'll take care of you."

Xu An'an was stunned, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard.

What does he mean?

He wanted to stay...

But what if I need to use the restroom myself? I can't exactly have him carry me to the bathroom!

The thought of that scene made Xu An'an suddenly feel dizzy. She forced herself to stay calm and whispered, "Wouldn't that be inconvenient..."

"What's inconvenient?" Yan Heng frowned. "It's not like I didn't take care of you before."

Also.

Xu An'an vaguely recalled—several years ago, during the filming of the car accident scene for "Goodnight," she accidentally injured her knee. It was Yan Heng who took care of her closely for three days before she was able to walk again.

really weird.

Back then, Yan Heng would always carry her around, but she never felt embarrassed. Now, however, just getting a little close to him makes her blush and her heart race.

Looking at Yan Heng, who was intently applying an ice pack to her head, Xu An'an felt a moment of disorientation.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, its warm yellow light slanting down, its sharp, high nose bridge clearly defining its shape.

His eyes were lowered, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his deep-set eyes, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, making him look almost unreal.

The effects of the alcohol seem to be even stronger.

Even though the ice pack was right against her skin, Xu An'an felt increasingly hot.

She shrank her toes, feeling she should say something to break the overly ambiguous atmosphere. But her alcohol-numbed language system couldn't produce a single suitable word for a long time.

Yan Heng noticed something was wrong with her, moved the ice pack to a different position, and looked up to ask, "Is it too cold?"

"No...no." Xu An'an shook her head.

Did I hurt you?

Xu An'an shook her head again.

"Then you are—"

"Yan Heng..."

The two spoke at the same time. Yan Heng paused, then raised an eyebrow slightly, signaling her to speak first.

Xu An'an pursed her slightly numb lips: "Yan Heng, I've already had Attorney He file a lawsuit."

Upon hearing this, Yan Heng was clearly stunned.

The ice pack slipped and crashed to the ground with a thud.

Yan Heng seemed not to hear, but simply raised his head and looked straight at Xu An'an.

Stared at by those deep, dark eyes, Xu An'an felt even hotter. Without the ice pack to suppress the heat, it felt like her blood was about to burst into flames.

She raised her hand and covered Yan Heng's eyes as if burying her head in the sand.

Yan Heng's skin was very delicate, and it still carried the coolness of the night outside, making it feel wonderful to the touch.

But his nose bridge was too high, and the hard protrusion at the hump made Xu An'an feel a bit uncomfortable.

In her dazed state, Xu An'an suddenly had a strange thought.

Her nose bridge is quite high; if it were touching his, I wonder who would feel more pain.

She thought this way, and that's what she did.

The moment their noses touched, Yan Heng froze completely.

Xu An'an felt dizzy and thought he was scared, so she pressed herself against him even harder and rubbed against him.

Yan Heng's breath hitched.

After being deprived of sight, the other senses seem to be magnified tenfold.

Xu An'an's warm breath mingled with his, her soft nose tip seeming to carry a tiny electric current, spreading from the point of contact and shooting straight into his heart.

And that familiar scent of green citrus now carries a hint of sweet red wine.

"...Xu An'an,"

Yan Heng's Adam's apple bobbed heavily a few times, his brows furrowed, and his voice was hoarse: "You've been drinking?"

"Yeah...it's all your fault!" Xu An'an pouted, playfully bumping his nose again. "I'm flying tomorrow, but you keep popping into my head, keeping me up at night...what else can I do but drink?"

Xu An'an's warm breath landed on Yan Heng's face, and he swallowed it with each breath.

The two were so close that there was almost no gap between them; it seemed that if he opened his mouth, he could hold her delicate lips in his mouth.

The blood was instantly ignited.

Yan Heng's fingers, gripping the edge of the sofa, suddenly clenched, his knuckles turning white. The wrinkles between his brows deepened with suppressed emotion, and his voice became hoarse, as if grinding sand.

"...Why do you miss me?"

Xu An'an did not answer this question.

Her attention was drawn to the deepening crease between Yan Heng's brows.

"Yan Heng..." She slowly raised her other hand, gently parting the crease with the pads of her index and middle fingers, and murmured, "Why do you always frown? Are you... unhappy?"

Yan Heng didn't know how to answer.

The soft, tingling sensation only made him unconsciously furrow his brow even more.

Looking at her skin, which had just been stretched open but wrinkled again, Xu An'an huffed in frustration.

If only I could iron out these wrinkles...

Iron...flatten?

Xu An'an vaguely thought that her whole body was very hot...

My lips... seem especially hot.

The temperature was probably not much different from that of an iron.

When drunk, Xu An'an's mobility is astonishing.

The next second, she pressed her burning lips against Yan Heng's brow.