Chapter 53

Huo Jingcheng was laughed at by her, his chest vibrating slightly, his laughter carrying a bit of helplessness, his hand naturally and gently wrapping around her waist, "Su Ruoyun, you hugged me, or did I hug you, have you figured it out?"

"I don't care, it's you who hugged me." Su Ruoyun buried her head in his arms, the tip of her nose lingering with that faint woody tobacco smell, her brain becoming more and more dizzy, and her consciousness gradually blurring.

Huo Jingcheng was planning to pick her up horizontally, but she resisted and dodged.

"Don't hug me, I want to walk myself." Her voice was low and hoarse, whispering in his ear.

As soon as the words fell, Su Ruoyun staggered a step, but bumped head-on into the man's warm and solid arms again, her forehead pressing against his hard shoulder. Her head, already dizzy from the woody tobacco smell, was now even more confused, unable to tell north, south, east, or west.

She looked up, her misty eyes looking at Huo Jingcheng, who was close at hand, her gaze falling straight on the man's face: "I want to go home."

"Where is your home?"

Su Ruoyun deliberately pursed her lips, refusing to speak.

Huo Jingcheng changed the way of asking, his voice low and gentle: "Where do you live?"

But he still didn't wait for Su Ruoyun's response, and couldn't help but click his tongue lightly, the slight sound appearing particularly prominent in the quietness.

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to half-cover her mouth, as if hiding a secret, deliberately lowering her voice, and whispered in his ear with a breathy voice: "You are a bad person, I can't tell you."

Her tone was firm.

"..." 'Bad person' Huo Jingcheng.

Seeing the car keys in her hand, he guessed in his heart that Su Ruoyun should be going to the basement, so he took her to the parking lot first.

Out of the elevator, Su Ruoyun suddenly stopped, squatted down, and refused to move another step.

"Get up."

Hearing this, she stood up suddenly, the alcohol surging, her feet soft, her whole body like she had no bones, about to fall backward.

Huo Jingcheng hurriedly stepped forward and picked her up horizontally.

At the rate she was walking, she wouldn't be able to walk out of the basement in ten days or half a month.

Su Ruoyun felt a surge in her stomach, frowned, and began to struggle in his arms, "I feel uncomfortable."

Huo Jingcheng put her down readily.

After being put down, Su Ruoyun shook off Huo Jingcheng's hand, "Don't touch me,"

A moment later, she paused and said: "Carry me on your back."

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand and flicked her forehead lightly. Su Ruoyun let out an "Ouch" unexpectedly, and raised her hand to cover her forehead with a slow reaction.

Huo Jingcheng had already squatted down in front of her: "Still not getting on."

Su Ruoyun looked at his broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted frame, instantly forgetting the idea of settling accounts with him, and moved with small steps, throwing herself straight onto his back.

Although she had some weight, Huo Jingcheng still easily carried her to the car, stuffed her into the back seat, and the designated driver arrived quickly.

As the Cullinan drove out of the basement, the partition rose slowly, dividing the space inside the car into two independent worlds.

After getting into the car, Su Ruoyun honestly leaned her head against the seat behind her, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng followed suit and closed his eyes. But in just a few seconds, a damp, hot sensation suddenly came from the corner of his mouth.

He looked down, only to see the girl's soft lips touching his chin, which was covered in stubble, and a pair of slender, fair hands wrapped around his neck, "Where are you taking me?"

Huo Jingcheng lifted his eyelids to look at her, deliberately scaring her: "Taking you to be sold."

Who would have thought that Su Ruoyun was not only not scared, but raised her chin and asked him: "Do you know who my grandfather is, do you know who my grandmother is, do you know who my father is, do you know who my mother is, do you know who my brother is..."

"Say it out, scare you to death, and you still dare to take me to be sold."

"Oh, then I'm so scared."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Not seeing him extremely scared, she pouted, "I want to kiss you." She declared as if announcing.

Huo Jingcheng didn't intend to pay attention to this drunkard, glanced at her lightly, and didn't speak.

"You look quite good, I want to kiss you."

Huo Jingcheng's long fingers rubbed his phone, looking down at her drunken face, his heart stirred, and his fingertips clicked into the recorder.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you."

"You can't kiss me, we have to keep our distance."

"Why?"

"Because Boss Su said, I can't kiss you casually."

"Who is Boss Su?"

"Boss Su is you."

Su Ruoyun blinked, "I didn't say that, then I can kiss."

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around the man's neck and kissed a bit heavily, making a smack sound.

Huo Jingcheng hugged her while looking down at the recorder image on the phone screen.

Back at Xiyuan, Su Ruoyun insisted that Huo Jingcheng carry her on his back, otherwise she would pester him and refuse to get out of the car. He had no choice but to carry her into the house on his back just like in the basement earlier.

In the courtyard at the entrance of the villa, gusts of evening wind brushed through her hair. Her little hand picked at his noble clothing buttons, her teeth biting her lower lip lightly, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "I want to vomit."

The words dissipated in the gentle evening wind. Huo Jingcheng didn't hear clearly, turned his head and asked suspiciously: "What?"

Only to see her left hand covering her mouth, her brows furrowed tightly, repeating uncomfortably: "I want to vomit."

Huo Jingcheng's eyes flickered, a trace of panic flashed quickly in his eyes, subconsciously wanting to put Su Ruoyun down from his back, but it was too late.

In the next second, a stream of warm liquid flowed into his shirt along the back of his collar, and the dampness spread rapidly across his back.

The sticky feeling covered his back.

"Su Ruoyun!"

As her body just touched the soft bed, Su Ruoyun woke up in a daze, but she was only half-awake. Her misty eyes, through her half-open and half-closed eyelashes, looked at the blurry figure in front of her. After a moment, she closed her eyes slowly again, falling into a chaotic state of existence.

In the master bedroom, the table lamp on the bedside table emitted a warm orange light, reflecting a soft halo.

Su Ruoyun lay on the side of the bed, her legs curled up, the whole person nestled at the edge of the quilt, her fair and translucent skin appearing even more delicate under the light, her long black hair scattered messily on the edge of the pillow, and wine stains could be vaguely seen on the corners of her mouth.

Huo Jingcheng walked out of the bathroom, holding a wet towel, sat down by the bed, and looked down at the girl's sleeping face. After a long while, the wet towel gently brushed over her delicate and smooth cheeks, wiping away the wine stains for her.

I don't know how much time passed, he slowly leaned over, his gaze sweeping over her crimson lips, getting closer bit by bit. Just as his thin lips were about to touch her lips, her words suddenly rang in his mind.

Huo Jingcheng changed direction halfway, his thin lips gently imprinted on her smooth forehead, like a dragonfly touching water, fleeting.