Li Xiaohan’s breathing deepened as he felt the woman’s small hand slide under his shirt, touching his abs.
“Baby, don’t move.” Li Xiaohan grabbed her hand, stopping it from going further and gently pulling it back.
But this simple action immediately made the tipsy Xia Zhiwan sense danger.
Her head already dizzy, Xia Zhiwan struggled in his arms, flailing her hands.
“Let me go! I have a husband! Ah Han! Help! Help~”
The driver heard the shouting from the back but, staying professional, raised the partition.
It didn’t block the sound completely, but at least it prevented him from seeing… certain scenes.
The partition was the driver’s safety measure in case something happened that he wasn’t supposed to witness.
Seeing Xia Zhiwan drunkenly calling out his name, Li Xiaohan’s lips curved slightly in a faint, almost unnoticeable smile.
“Wanwan, I’m here. Open your eyes and see who it is.”
Xia Zhiwan struggled with surprising strength, but hearing the familiar voice, she slowly opened her blurred eyes.
Before her was the face of the man who had once hurried her to leave on the cruise.
But now his expression wasn’t cold and decisive—it was fiercely domineering, yet gentle.
“Honey… where am I?”
Seeing that she was awake, Li Xiaohan carefully lifted her to sit on his lap.
“We’re going home. You’ve had too much to drink. Are you feeling okay?”
“Mm…” Xia Zhiwan mumbled, still dizzy, but her hands looped around his neck.
“Honey… I dreamed… I dreamed you let me go…”
She mumbled and buried her head into his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck.
“I’m not going anywhere… I… will never… leave my husband…”
Hearing her drunken, muddled confession, Li Xiaohan’s pupils dilated in shock, his heart skipping a beat.
He held her waist with one hand, while the other pinched his own thigh hard.
Pain—he felt it. He wasn’t dreaming.
Wanwan, his woman, truly loved him.
Not just words, not just physical affection, but completely—instinctively—loving him with her whole being.
The woman in his arms soon drifted back to sleep. Li Xiaohan tightened his embrace.
“Baby, I will never leave you either.”
Back at Wanhanyuan, Aunt Wang watched anxiously as Li Xiaohan carried the intoxicated Xia Zhiwan back.
Yet the strong smell of alcohol coming off her made her worry ease slightly.
“Sir, I’ll prepare some hangover soup right away.”
Li Xiaohan nodded, holding Xia Zhiwan as he headed straight for the second floor.
After leaving the bar, Gu Yeting noticed Lin Xixi’s slightly flushed face on the sofa and immediately called a driver.
“Miss, I’ll take you home.”
Hearing the title, Lin Xixi frowned. “It’s Lin Xixi, not Miss.”
“Then, Lin Xixi, do you want to go home now?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m having fun. Let’s stay a bit longer.”
“Alright then. Tonight, we won’t stop until we’re drunk.”
She raised her glass, glanced at Mo’an sitting across the sofa, then clinked her cup with Gu Yeting’s. “Cheers~”
The next day.
Waking up, Xia Zhiwan felt a pounding headache. She clutched her head, still groggy, only to find herself pulled into a warm, solid embrace.
“Baby, you’re awake?”
Li Xiaohan’s deep, pleasant voice rang in her ear, but her mind was still fuzzy.
“Mm…” she murmured a simple reply.
Then her eyes widened—did she just hear him call her “baby”?
A hallucination? She reached behind, feeling a warm body.
“Baby, if you keep touching me like that, I can’t guarantee I’ll control myself.”
The voice came again, and Xia Zhiwan turned to face Li Xiaohan.
“My husband… just called me baby… it sounds so nice…”
Just waking up, she was already acting so flirtatious without realizing it, making Li Xiaohan shake his head and tap her forehead.
“Silly little flirt.”
“I’m not a flirt! I only love my Ah Han, hehe~”
“You want to eat me?” He leaned down, brushing his nose against hers. “Baby, where do you want to eat me?”
Xia Zhiwan froze, then lowered her gaze shyly. “Honey… you…”
“Mm? Last night, little rascal, rubbing all over me… don’t you think you need a punishment?”
Li Xiaohan’s voice grew hoarse, and his body shifted subtly.
Only he knew how mischievous Xia Zhiwan had been in his arms while drunk last night.
Through her thin sleepwear, her body had been constantly pressing against him…
He had lost count of how many times he had to go to the bathroom, how many cold showers he had taken.
But all that effort from last night vanished in an instant.
“What… what punishment, husband…”
No sooner had she spoken than she felt his hand guiding hers downward.
Touching a certain place, Xia Zhiwan shivered and quickly pulled her hand back.
“Honey… you’re so bad…” She blushed furiously, even though they’d done this before.
She hid her face under the covers, her voice shy and trembling.
“Baby… I will…”
Li Xiaohan pulled back the covers slightly, pressing a heated kiss to her closed eyelids.
Beneath the blankets, a wildfire was brewing.
And in an instant, it ignited across the two bodies under the covers.
Her voice trembled, almost crying. “Mm… honey… gentle… gentle…”
“Good baby, I… I’ll be gentle…”
His low, hoarse voice soothed her, though his movements naturally quickened.
Over and over, Xia Zhiwan couldn’t withstand it, eventually losing consciousness.
All she remembered in her mind was his beautiful voice saying countless times:
“Just… one last time…”