Xia Yurun only felt a dull pain in her chest, as if a sharp blade was slashing at her heart one by one, and she couldn't die, she could only keep hurting.

Before Zhuang Jingting returned, she ignored the gazes of others, put on her shoes, lifted her skirt, and pretended to leave the flower hall lightly.

The high heels grinded against the Achilles tendon, and she gritted her teeth and endured it, no matter how painful it was, she had to maintain her last dignity.

Anyway, no one could see the embarrassment in her heart.

There is still some distance from the flower hall to the main building, and the main road is full of street lights, too bright and eye-catching, so she chose to take a shortcut. The shortcut was a winding cobblestone path, and she couldn't walk at all in high heels, so she simply took off her high heels and walked barefoot with her shoes in one hand and her skirt in the other.

"Hiss......" This is not easier than wearing high heels, large and small pebbles "massage" the soles of her feet, that taste, not to mention how sour.

Just as she was in a dilemma, a strong smell of wine suddenly hit, and before she could find out the source of the smell, a huge shadow came over, and then, she was violently picked up in the air.

"Ah......" she exclaimed, instinctively clinging to someone's shoulder and neck, "...... you" Before she could ask who it was, she saw Fu Sichen's cold and serious face.

Even though they were dimly lit, his face was still visible, and she could even see the deep anger and jealousy in his eyes.

He's angry and jealous.

Fu Sichen looked at her, more like he was glaring at her, there was a sentence that he had been brewing in his heart for a long time, and asked, "Am I comfortable to hold, or is he comfortable to hold?"

Not to be outdone, Xia Yurun opened his mouth and asked, "Didn't you go on a date with someone, why did you finish walking around the garden so quickly?"

"Who's who?"

"How do I know who you're dating. ”

Fu Sichen suddenly smiled, "I don't know who it is." ”

"You ......" Seeing the malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, she turned her head away from looking at him, and pouted with an angry expression.

Fu Sichen hugged her, just took a step, and stumbled forward directly, so frightened that she had to hug his neck, she complained: "Let me down, I can walk by myself." ”

"I don't, I don't!" he stubbornly refused, but hugged her tighter, and deliberately leaned into her ear and whispered, "You put your arms around me, I promise I won't fall you." ”

"......" Xia Yurun was stunned, a crispy and numb sensation like electricity, every time his lips touched her ears intentionally or unintentionally, it started from her ears, and suddenly spread to her brain, and then surged all over her limbs.

Her face burned uncontrollably, her heart beat uncontrollably, and her hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck.

He must have done it on purpose, she thought, he must have pretended to be drunk.

Fu Sichen staggered into the main building with her in his arms, and the people were all helping in the banquet hall, but there was no one in the main building at this time, and it was very quiet.

He walked straight into the elevator and went straight to the fourth floor.

When he reached the door, he said, "Open the door." ”

"You put me down. ”

"You open the door first. ”

"You let me down first. ”

The two were at a stalemate, and Fu Sichen warned in a threatening tone: "Don't think that only you can open the door." ”

"...... "What kind of drunken madness?!"

Xia Yurun had no choice, so he could only stretch out his finger and brush open the door.

Entering the house, Fu Sichen closed the door with a kick of his calf, and he rushed forward, his steps were tortuous, and his steps were frivolous, like stepping on cotton.

"Over there," Xia Yurun hurriedly showed him the way, "This way, here, when it's here, it's time to put it down." ”

Finally, Fu Sichen saw the bed and put her on the edge of the bed.

He saw her feet, slender and jade, delicate and white, high arches, every force, the tendons and veins connecting the toes appeared on the instep, very sexy.

Her Achilles tendon was frayed because the high heels didn't fit, and she walked barefoot for a while, and there were still some mud stains on the soles of her feet.

Xia Yurun couldn't help but become shy when he saw him staring at his feet, and shrank his feet vigorously.

"Don't move. He grabbed her ankle and carefully lifted her foot so that her foot stepped on his own knee.

"What are you doing? My feet are dirty. ”

"If you don't move, don't move. ”

“……”

Then, Fu Sichen calmly took out a roll of band-aids from his suit pocket, tore off a piece, and carefully pasted it on her worn skin, "Is the other foot worn?"

"The stylist picks it with a skirt. ”

"What a bullshit stylist, who doesn't have any vision at all, grinds his feet like this, and it hurts to look at it. ”

Xia Yurun looked at the remaining band-aids, which was obviously a whole box, but she just opened the box, and asked curiously, "You...... How can there be a band-aid?"

Fu Sichen's eyes were in a trance, "I don't know." ”

"Don't know?"

"Well, that's just right. ”

Xia Yurun smiled at the corner of his mouth, nodded and said, "That's really a coincidence." ”

Fu Sichen sat beside her, looking at her so closely, than looking at her from a distance, it made him sink deeper and couldn't extricate himself.

His gaze was fixed on her face, her skin was fair and translucent, but her face was surprisingly red, redder than the blush she wiped, perhaps because of the alcohol, he reached out to pinch her cheek, and said in an ambiguous tone: "You are blushing too." ”

"......" Xia Yurun hurriedly turned his head and turned his face sideways, not showing him.

The face is gone, there are other places to see, her skin like clotted jade, her slender neck, her perfect right-angled shoulders, and her particularly sexy collarbone, every place is worth seeing, Fu Sichen can't take his eyes off it.

He really, very regretted not locking her in the room before she appeared, and he was so domineering that he wanted to hide her.

"Do you like Zhuang Jingting?" he asked suddenly, with a bad mood.

Xia Yurun shook his head anxiously, "No, I just saw him for the first time today, and I don't know him well." ”

Fu Sichen smiled, showing eight teeth in a smile, but he was still angry, "He likes you, don't you feel it?"

"I ...... I was looking for a chance to make it clear to him...... "Strange, why should I explain it to him?!"

It was quiet in the room, and the hustle and bustle of the banquet outside could be heard clearly, however, the sound of their heartbeats against each other was even clearer.

Fu Sichen borrowed wine to strengthen his courage, broke her shoulder, bowed his head and kissed her.

"......" Xia Yurun's head was blank, and her movements were not controlled by her brain, she instinctively pushed twice, and soon compromised under his enthusiasm.

Outside, the hustle and bustle of the banquet came and went, and inside, the fire of dry wood burned in an instant.

At this moment, the disturbing knock on the door came to mind, and at the same time, Fu Siran asked in a series of fatal questions, "Xia Yurun, are you there?" Xia Yurun, are you in the room? Xia Yurun?"