Chapter 385: Fine, I'm not leaving

At this moment, Lin Yuan was dazed.

The kitchen's range hood was still humming low, and the vegetables in the pot were steaming.

The aroma of food floated in the air, but it couldn't mask the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Fei Fanjin grew more into the kiss, her arms tightly around Lin Yuan's neck, her body trembling slightly.

She lightly tiptoed, able to reach Lin Yuan's height.

When she got into the kiss, she also lightly bit his lower lip, with a hint of coquettish force.

Lin Yuan gradually relaxed, raising his hand to support her waist, feeling the soft touch beneath his palm, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest.

After an unknown amount of time, Fei Fanjin slowly released her lips.

Their foreheads pressed together, she panted heavily, her pretty face flushed red like a ripe apple, even her earlobes turning red.

"Having a man at home feels really nice..." she whispered softly, her voice tinged with a lazy rasp, her gaze hazy as she looked at Lin Yuan.

As her words fell, Fei Fanjin's legs suddenly went weak, and her body slid downward a bit.

Fortunately, Lin Yuan promptly supported her waist, preventing her from falling.

"Are you okay?" Lin Yuan asked hurriedly.

Fei Fanjin shook her head, leaning into Lin Yuan's embrace, her voice tinged with grievance: "I have no strength, I can't stand, I can't cook..."

Lin Yuan looked at her flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, feeling helpless yet amused.

He gently patted her back: "Then go sit in the living room to rest; I'll handle the rest of the dishes."

He supported Fei Fanjin to the kitchen doorway, watching her obediently sit on the sofa.

Only then did Lin Yuan turn back to the kitchen, pick up the spatula from the floor, and begin handling the shrimp in the pot.

Fei Fanjin sat in the living room, watching Lin Yuan's busy back in the kitchen, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curling up, her eyes full of smiles and contentment.

She had imagined this scene for a long time in her heart.

Soon, the aroma of steak wafted from the kitchen.

Lin Yuan placed the cooked steak onto a plate, then brought the stir-fried shrimp and vegetables to the table.

Finally, he served two bowls of rice and called out to Fei Fanjin: "We can eat now."

Fei Fanjin stood up, walked to the dining table, and sat down.

Seeing the table full of dishes, she picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a bite of shrimp, and her eyes lit up instantly: "I didn't expect your cooking to be this delicious, even better than mine!"

Lin Yuan watched her happy expression, a warm feeling rising in his chest, he cut a piece of steak with knife and fork and offered it to her: "If it's tasty, eat more."

Under the light, the two sat at the dining table eating.

Occasionally exchanging glances and smiles, the air was filled with warmth, completely unlike before when it was full of probing and tension.

After eating for a while, Fei Fanjin's eyes suddenly lit up, she put down her chopsticks and stood up:

"By the way, there's still a bottle of red wine at home; since we're so happy today, let's drink a bit to celebrate?"

Without waiting for Lin Yuan's response, she quickly walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of deep-red red wine and two clear stemmed glasses.

Her movements were tinged with excitement, obviously she was in high spirits.

Lin Yuan watched her busy figure, thought about it, and still didn't stop her.

After all, the atmosphere was just right, having a drink wasn't a big deal; he merely reminded her: "Drink a little less, the aftereffects of red wine aren't small either."

Fei Fanjin laughed, turning her head, she shook the wine bottle in her hand: "I know, just a little bit, I won't get drunk."

She skillfully opened the bottle, slowly pouring the red wine into the two glasses.

The dark red liquid shimmered with a lustrous sheen under the light, also carrying a faint fruity aroma.

Fei Fanjin lifted a glass and handed it to Lin Yuan, holding the other herself, she lightly tapped his glass:

"Cheers! Thank you for coming to keep me company tonight and making such delicious food."

Lin Yuan raised his hand, touched his glass, and took a light sip.

The mellow fragrance of the red wine spread across his tongue, not astringent nor strong, very smooth: "You're welcome, I originally promised you this."

The two chatted casually while drinking...

From funny stories at the company, they talked about the previous Gao Qijiang incident, the atmosphere grew increasingly relaxed, and without realizing it, the bottle of red wine had been emptied.

Fei Fanjin's cheeks were redder than before, as if dyed with a layer of rouge, and her gaze became hazy as well.

Her hand holding the glass trembled slightly, her speech slurred with drunkenness: "Lin Yuan... I today... I'm really happy..."

Lin Yuan looked at her obviously overdrunk state, smiled helplessly.

He reached out to take the empty wine glass from her hand: "Don't drink anymore, you're drunk, I'll take you to rest."

But as his hand just touched the glass, Fei Fanjin suddenly let go of the cup, grabbing his arms with both hands.

The glass clanged "clang" onto the tablecloth; fortunately it was empty, so nothing spilled.

Fei Fanjin braced herself on the table and stood up, her body swaying, yet her eyes locked firmly on Lin Yuan, bold and stubborn from the drunkenness:

"I'm not drunk... I can still drink..."

She said this, her steps unsteady as she approached Lin Yuan, before he could support her, she suddenly reached out and pushed his shoulder.

Lin Yuan was unprepared, and with her sudden push, he leaned back and ended up sitting on the sofa behind him.

Before he could steady himself, Fei Fanjin lunged after him.

She placed both hands on his knees, her body leaning slightly forward, her nose almost touching his chest, warm breath sweeping over his shirt.

"What are you running from..." Fei Fanjin's voice slurred with drunkenness, her eyes hazy as she looked at Lin Yuan.

Her fingers lightly hooked his shirt button, "I'm not going to eat you..."

Lin Yuan's body instantly tensed, his hands at his sides, daring not to move.

Fei Fanjin's hair fell across his legs, carrying a faint shampoo scent mixed with the mellow aroma of red wine.

This made Lin Yuan's heart rate spike instantly.

"Fanjin, you're drunk, let me help you to the bedroom to sleep." Lin Yuan tried to persuade her softly, his tone tinged with helplessness and a barely noticeable tension.

But Fei Fanjin shook her head, not only not getting up, but instead moved her body forward again, her chin lightly resting on his knee, like a clingy little cat: "I don't... I just want to stay here... stay by your side..."

She lifted her head to look at Lin Yuan, her eyes filled with drunken grievance and dependence: "Are you thinking of leaving again? Don't you want to stay with me..."

Lin Yuan looked at her red-rimmed eyes, his heart softened, and the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.

He knew that trying to reason with the drunk Fei Fanjin was utterly useless.

The warm light in the living room shone on the two of them, the air filled with the scent of red wine and an ambiguous atmosphere.

Fei Fanjin leaned against his knee, her breathing gradually becoming steady, as if she were about to fall asleep, only her fingers still lightly gripping his pant leg, unwilling to let go.

Lin Yuan sighed helplessly, gently raised his hand, intending to tuck her stray hair behind her ear, but as his fingertip touched her cheek, she suddenly seized his wrist.

Fei Fanjin opened her eyes, her gaze a bit clearer than before, yet filled with even greater obstinacy: "No leaving... tonight... you stay with me..."

Saying that, Fei Fanjin's delicate body lightly slipped into Lin Yuan's embrace.

Her soft, delicate body simply pressed against Lin Yuan...

Lin Yuan's wrist was gripped tightly by Fei Fanjin...

The warmth from her palm transmitted through his shirt, carrying the post-alcohol heat, making his heart flutter.

He looked at the obstinacy in Fei Fanjin's eyes, mixed with the hazy haze of drunkenness, as well as unhidden grievance and anticipation, like a fine needle lightly pricking his heart.

He actually should have realized long ago that facing such a Fei Fanjin, he simply could not bring himself to refuse.

"Fanjin, you..." Lin Yuan was about to say something more, but Fei Fanjin had already loosened her grip on his wrist and wrapped her arms around his neck again.

Using the drunkenness as support, she slightly rose on her tiptoes, her lips covering his once more.

Carrying the post-alcohol heat and reckless passion, as if she wanted to pour all her feelings into this kiss.

Lin Yuan's body gradually relaxed, his earlier hesitation and struggle dispelled, he raised his hand to support Fei Fanjin's waist.

His fingertips could feel the delicate skin of her waist, as well as her body trembling slightly from tension.

Fei Fanjin's hand slid down his neck, lightly tugging at his shirt collar, the force not strong but carrying an irresistible pull.

The distance between them grew closer, almost allowing them to feel each other's heartbeat.

Fei Fanjin's voice, hoarse from the drink, with a barely perceptible plea: "Don't go, okay? Just tonight... stay with me..."

Lin Yuan looked at her reddened eye corners, and the last line of defense in his heart collapsed completely.

He gently nodded, his voice low and hoarse: "Okay, I won't go."

Having received his response, Fei Fanjin seemed to exhale in relief, her body leaning even more softly against him.

She hooked both arms around his neck, guiding him slowly to fall back onto the sofa...