If you want to get there in one step, you have to take risks.
The greater the risk, the greater the gain.
"Han?"
Ling Han's eyes were a little intoxicated. Sheng Anran called him a few times, but he didn't seem to hear it. He leaned on the chair and was lost in thought.
Sheng Anran's eyes flashed with a trace of success.
She put down the knife and fork, got up and helped Ling Han upstairs, stumbled open the door of the master bedroom and put him on the bed.
After leaning against the bed and taking a breath, she raised her hand and scratched her bright red nails across his cheek. She couldn't restrain her excitement.
The delicate and charming face gradually blurred, gradually revealing a sweet and pure face.
She didn't put on makeup and smiled sweetly.
Ling Han's eyebrows and eyes deepened a little. He suddenly turned over and pressed the person in front of him under his body. He lowered his head and was about to kiss her neck. The strong smell of perfume made him frown. He narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured,
"I said, I don't like the smell of any perfume on you."
Sheng Anran was stunned for a few seconds, and the sense of urgency suddenly disappeared.
Looking at the man who let go of her and lay on his back, she frowned and eagerly got up from the bed.
"Han, wait for me. I'm going to take a bath."
Anyway, the effect of the medicine is very long. Now it has just begun to work. Don't worry.
There was a sound of water in the bathroom.
The man staggered up with the bedpost and went to the bathroom across the corridor as usual. He passed by the locked room and stared at it for a long time.
Sheng Anran came out of the bath with only a pure white bath towel wrapped around her body. Before coming out, she carefully confirmed that there was no smell of perfume on her body. She bit her lip and walked towards the bed.
"Han... I'm done..."
"..."
"Han..."
Looking at the empty bed, Sheng Anran's face changed. He held the bath towel on his chest and quickly ran towards the bedroom door. The locked room was half open, and the "group photo" that should have been at the head of the bed was missing.
There was the sound of a car starting outside the house.
Sheng Anran's face darkened, and he ran downstairs barefoot.
They chased him all the way to the courtyard of the villa. The black car only left behind an unpleasant smell, and there was no trace of Ling Han.
She angrily looked in the direction where the car had disappeared. She took off the towel wrapped around her head and slammed it on the lawn.
The rims of his eyes reddened, and intense anger flashed in his eyes.
"Ling Han!"
Jinjiang Park, the Ling family villa.
LingLing was dozing off in the nanny's room when she suddenly heard a loud crash outside the house. She panicked and put on her coat to go out to check.
"Heavens, Young Master, this …"
The cold wind made her shiver. The black car at the entrance crashed into a streetlight, and half of the headlights were broken. A figure staggered out of the driver's seat. At a glance, she could tell that it was Ling Han.
"Young Master, you … how can you drive after drinking?"
Ling Ling was scared out of her wits and hurried forward to support her.
"Are you hurt?"
Ling Han shook off her hand and stumbled into the house.
There were scattered footsteps on the stairs. When Ye Huanyan saw Ling Han's appearance, her face froze.
"What happened?"
"Oh, Miss Ye, you didn't see it. The headlights were broken."
"He drove back?"
Ye Huanyan frowned and looked out of the house. Under the cover of the streetlight, the expensive car was parked in the middle of the road. The headlights on one side of the car were broken, and the headlights on the other side were flashing intermittently as if they were about to stop breathing.
"Isn't that right? Looks like he drank a lot. "
Ye Huanyan panicked and quickly walked in front of Ling Han. "Let me see, are you okay?"
Unexpectedly, she was pulled into his arms. He buried his head in her shoulder.
He reeked of alcohol and that familiar strong perfume. Ye Huanyan was stunned, and she frowned.
Seeing this, LingLing hurriedly turned and left, leaving only one sentence.
"Miss Ye, please help to take the young master upstairs. I'll find someone to tow the car away."
Ye Huanyan put her hand on Ling Han's back and slowly clenched it. Her eyes were sad.
He had just come back from Sheng Enran's place.
He drank like this.
In the master bedroom on the second floor,
Ye Huanyan supported Ling Han and put him down on the bed, panting.
She turned to leave, but was pulled by him and fell into his arms.
He was full of strong smell of alcohol, which made people uncomfortable. Ye Huanyan turned her head, but suddenly found that his eyes were red.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
After a moment of dizziness, she was pressed under his body. The unexpected kiss almost suffocated her. He sucked on her lips, greedy for the unique mint fragrance on her body, and this pure body that belonged only to him. His emotions became more and more indulgent.
Ye Huanyan, however, smelled a trace of unusual taste from his strange eyes.
At least she wanted to know who he thought was in front of him when he was drunk.
"Who am I?" She pressed his big hand down and gasped for breath.
"Ye Huanyan …"
His hand loosened a little, so that big hand reached into her private part and teased her.
She bit her lip and moaned out of her throat …
Being rolled by waves and entangled by clouds and rain,
The heavy breathing came one after another, and the continuous moaning was the pleasure of unruffled love.
The night was hazy, and there was no love, only singing to their heart's content.
Late at night, the man beside her was already asleep. His sleeping face was calm and gentle. Compared with his usual appearance, at this moment, he was more like the gentle and beautiful brother Ling Han in her memory.
Ye Huanyan watched for a while. After he turned over, she finally steeled her heart and quietly climbed out of bed. She quietly erased all traces of her tonight, as if none of this had happened. She closed the door and returned to her room to sleep peacefully.
There had been many nights like this. When there were many social engagements, they would not return home until they were drunk. In those moments when she thought that Ling Han loved her, when the sun rose again and the sun shone on the earth, the drunken pleasure from the previous night would become a sharp blade that he used to mock and humiliate himself, turning all the sweetness and beauty into ashes.
No matter what, now she only hoped to secretly keep some of the beautiful memories with him, memories that were not overturned by him, even if it was just deceiving herself.
Thinking about it, it was a bit funny. She had slept with him so many times, but this time she did not want to let him know.
The next day, the sun rose as usual, bringing a trace of warmth to the cold winter.
Ling Han held his splitting headache and climbed out of bed. He looked around, but could not remember how he came back yesterday. He vaguely felt that something had happened, but other than the wrinkles on the bedsheets, everything else was clean. He held the door frame and pushed open the bedroom door.
Ling Ling was preparing breakfast downstairs. When she looked up and saw him, she smiled slightly.
"Young Master, you're awake. Are you having breakfast at home?"
"Yes."
Ling Han frowned. "How did I come back yesterday?"
"Did you forget? Yesterday you drove back by yourself, and the car lights were broken. Look, you had to find a tow truck to drag you away. You drank a lot, so why didn't you ask someone to send you back? "
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