Under the influence of alcohol, the girl who used to be cautious and restrained in his presence had completely transformed.
It was a rare opportunity to glimpse the other side of Yan Xiaye’s stubborn resilience, a feeling that was not only novel but also amusing.
Holding his shirt, Li Yuntang slung an arm backward around her slender waist to prevent her from slipping on the floor with bare feet.
He spoke with a patience that surprised even himself, “There’s water by the pillow, how about I take you there to drink?”
“Hm?” Yan Xiaye tilted her head in thought, then immediately began to laugh heartily.
She stretched out her arms toward the nearby showerhead, “Isn’t there water here?
I want to drink now!”
“Wait…”
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Xiaye’s small hand had already pressed the button on the wall.
A rush of cool water descended from above, soaking the two figures standing under the shower to the skin.
Water droplets flowed down his jet-black hair, converged into streams along the man’s dark and handsome face, gliding across his seductively strong Adam’s apple, and slowed down only when reaching his well-defined chest.
Yan Xiaye watched the droplets and swallowed, her throat so dry and parched that she could not help but bite into it hungrily.
Clearly, a handful of cold water did not bring back the girl’s consciousness; otherwise, she would never have gotten so close to him—a perfectly sound and healthy adult man.
Li Yuntang grunted as he watched the light fabric sticking to her body get drenched, with her graceful curves leaving nothing to the imagination.
The icy water droplets slightly alleviated her thirst, and Yan Xiaye licked her lips again, tugging at the damp clothes on her body discontentedly, “Uncomfortable.”
“There are spare clothes in the room.”
This time, willing to prevent the little drunkard from causing a further stir, Li Yuntang wrapped her in a bath towel, threw her onto the bed, and pinned down one corner of the towel, leaving her pitifully wriggling on the bed like a small turtle that couldn’t turn over.
After pouring himself a glass of water to quench another type of thirst in his heart, he tried to distract himself by striking up a conversation, “Why did you go drinking?”
Yan Xiaye didn’t know if she heard him, silently struggling.
It was Li Yuntang who fell silent for a moment before asking, “…Is Beicheng not treating you well?”
“Beicheng?” Yan Xiaye murmured this familiar yet foreign name.
Her struggles ceased, and she lay motionless in the towel.
Li Beicheng waited patiently for a long time, but neither heard the even breathing from under the towel nor saw the little drunkard’s further antics.
His features subtly shifting, he raised his eyebrows, released the towel pinning her down, and leaned in to check what was going on.
Yan Xiaye remained still, her white teeth biting down on her lower lip, the corners of her eyes damp with layered trails of tears.
Li Yuntang sat by the bed and gazed down at her, his handsome face gradually merging with that of another man who bore a slight resemblance to him.
Without warning, she stretched out her hands and enthusiastically curled them around Li Yuntang’s neck, clumsily planting a kiss on the firm lines of the man’s lips.
Li Beicheng’s body tensed, instinctively wanting to push Yan Xiaye away, but his large palm froze on her shoulder.
Even though she was the initiator, she trembled like a dried leaf in the cold wind, as if she were the one being caught by surprise.
As he pondered how to handle the current situation, Yan Xiaye, having kissed for a long while without any response, gave up dispiritedly and finally collapsed into his arms, weeping bitterly, “Even if our engagement was requested by Grandfather, do you really dislike me that much?
To the point where you won’t even kiss me back?”
Li Yuntang was slightly taken aback and then roughly understood why the little drunkard had said that.
She had completely forgotten what had happened five years ago, getting lost in distant memories beyond her reach.
Yan Xiaye cried and cried, and lifting her feet, she hooked the neglected towel and used it to wipe her nose as unfamiliar warmth approached her again.
Sitting up in a daze, she seemed to sober up a bit and scrutinized his face from a very close distance, speaking hesitantly and confusedly, “Are you Li Beicheng?
I don’t want Li Beicheng!”
He indulged her whims and temper tantrums in his arms but wouldn’t tolerate her mistaking him for another man, “I’m Li Yuntang.”
“Li Yuntang?” She mindlessly repeated his name, her tender lips spreading into a touching smile, “Younger Uncle?”
“Mhm.”
Yan Xiaye was still dazed, her eyes falling on a red mark on the man’s chest, and she poked at it curiously with her fingertip, “What’s this?”
“You bit it.
Have you forgotten already?”
“I bit it?” She frowned, looking troubled as if she felt his pain, puckering her lips to blow on the mark, “I’m sorry, it must hurt…”
Before she could finish, he raised a finger to her mischievous red lips with a tight and hoarse voice, “If you keep blowing, I can’t guarantee I’ll still be sitting here listening to you talk.”
Yan Xiaye pouted, her head tilting inexplicably as she shook off his long finger.
Dizzily, she leaped forward, toppling the man right off the bed and onto the thick, shaggy carpet.
Realizing the compromising position, the darkening shade in Li Yuntang’s eyes deepened.
He suspected the bartender must have spiked the drinks, seemingly tired of living.
Just then, there was a loud knock on the door, “We are the anti-vice squad.
We’ve received a public complaint.
Please open the door immediately!”
…
In a small villa belonging to the Yan Family, Yan Shuirou finally put down her phone that she’d been staring at all night, breathing a sigh of relief as if her heart was bursting with joy.
Half an hour earlier, she had made an anonymous call to the police station, by now they must have busted Yan Xiaye’s little affair.
Fortunately, she was clever and astute.
When she had bought a phone for Yan Xiaye, she had thought to quietly install a GPS tracking program in it.