Mr. Liang, you mustn't covet other people's fiancées!

After meeting up with Tian Miao and the others, the four of them went to ride the carousel and Ferris wheel.

It was already quite late when they got off the Ferris wheel. Tian Miao tugged at Qi Si's sleeve and said she wanted to eat hot pot. Qi Si looked down at her and gently said, "Okay."

Wen Li and Liang Chaoxu exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

The hot pot restaurant was chosen by Qi Sixuan. It's an old restaurant hidden in an alley. The signboard isn't big, but the interior is very spacious.

The four of them found a seat by the window. When the pot was served, the red oil was bubbling and steaming.

Tian Miao poured herself a glass of beer, raised it, and waved it at Wen Li: "Youyou, it's been so long since we drank together. Let's drink until we drop!"

Wen Li poured herself a glass of wine and clinked glasses with her: "Okay, let's drink until we drop."

Liang Chaoxu and Qi Si sat together, watching the two women opposite them drink one glass after another.

Qi Si placed a piece of tripe into Tian Miao's bowl with his chopsticks. Tian Miao said "thank you" and then turned to continue clinking glasses with Wen Li.

Liang Chaoxu noticed Wen Li's eyes narrowing slightly as she drank, reached out and moved the plate of beef in front of her closer to him, and then picked up some more food for her.

"Drink slowly, eat something first."

Wen Li was already a little tipsy, and nodded vaguely, picking up her glass and taking another sip.

Before long, Tian Miao slumped onto the table, muttering something like, "One more drink."

Qi Si put down his chopsticks, raised his hand and patted Tian Miao's shoulder: "Tian Miao? I'll take you home."

Tian Miao didn't respond, she just waved her hand.

Wen Li then stood up and raised his glass to Liang Chaoxu: "The last one."

She tilted her head back and finished drinking, then smiled, but lost her balance. Liang Chaoxu reacted quickly and stood up to support her.

Qi Si helped Tian Miao to her feet and nodded to Liang Chaoxu, "Then we'll be going now."

Liang Chaoxu nodded and helped Wen Li walk out.

The night wind rushed towards her, and Wen Li's steps became even more unsteady as she leaned on him to walk forward.

Liang Chaoxu looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, her eyes were half-closed, and there was a smile on her lips as if she was enjoying herself.

He helped her into the car and fastened her seatbelt. She rested her head against the car window, where her blurry reflection was visible.

When the car returned to Yuhe Mansion, Wen Li unbuckled her seatbelt but couldn't open the car door.

When Liang Chaoxu came around to open the door for her, she looked up at him, didn't say anything, just smiled.

He bent down: "Can't walk anymore?"

Wen Li shook her head, then nodded.

Liang Chaoxu smiled and bent down to pick her up from her seat.

Wen Li wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, as if she had found a very comfortable position and refused to let go.

Liang Chaoxu paused for a moment—her warm breath brushed against his neck, sending a tingling sensation through him and making his heart beat faster.

He carried her upstairs, went straight into the master bedroom, and put her on the bed.

Wen Li's hand was still wrapped around his neck, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

Liang Chaoxu squatted down, looking at the face so close to his own, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear: "Let go first, I'll get you a glass of water."

Wen Li didn't open her eyes, shook her head, and tightened her grip on her arms.

Liang Chaoxu leaned forward, his neck hooked around hers, until their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling. The scent of her shampoo mixed with a faint smell of alcohol lingered between them, persisting for a long time.

Liang Chaoxu took a deep breath: "Wen Li?"

Wen Li didn't respond, she just leaned against him, as if she was asleep, or as if she wasn't asleep.

Liang Chaoxu's palm rested on the back of her neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin behind her ear, his voice lowering: "Do you know how dangerous you are right now?"

Wen Li slid her head and nestled it into the crook of his neck, shaking her head.

Liang Chaoxu closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he lowered his head and kissed Wen Li's forehead very lightly, as if testing her.

Seeing that she didn't dodge, he kissed her from her forehead to her brow, then down her nose, finally stopping at her lips, his voice low and husky.

"Ali..."

Wen Li groggily opened her eyes, her voice soft and weak: "I'm not in danger."

His heart was completely captivated.

Not dangerous?

Liang Chaoxu's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his head and kissed her, gradually deepening the kiss.

Wen Li's hand was still hanging on his neck, her knuckles slightly curled, as if afraid he would leave.

Liang Chaoxu pulled her closer to the middle of the bed, then lay down on her. Her back sank into the soft mattress, and he propped his arm up slightly beside her ear, looking down at her.

Wen Li's cheeks were still red, and her lips were glistening with moisture from the kiss. They were slightly parted, as if she hadn't yet caught her breath.

Liang Chaoxu lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, then kissed the corner of her lips: "Do you still recognize who I am?"

Wen Li's gaze, hazy with the effects of alcohol, still landed precisely on his face: "Liang Chaoxu."

Liang Chaoxu laughed and kissed her again: "Ah Li, be good, call my name later, okay?"

"Okay..." Wen Li stopped hugging his neck, and slid her hands down his shoulders, pressed against his back, and gently grasped the fabric of his coat.

The kiss was slow and deep, as if to melt away all the tentative and uncertain feelings between the lips and teeth, then swallow them whole, reluctant to part.

In the dark room, all sensory stimuli are amplified infinitely, creating an unbearable, agonizing itch.

Before Wen Li could utter a sound, Liang Chaoxu covered her lips and silenced her completely.

Liang Chaoxu was like a bewitching ghost, calling her "Ali" again and again.

The night at the end of spring is infinitely long.

On a lone boat amidst towering waves, two people cling to each other tightly, weathering the storm and surging with the tides together.

After a long while, Wen Li's breathing finally calmed down. Her fingers slowly loosened their grip on Liang Chaoxu's shoulders, but then gently slid down his spine and fell onto the quilt.

Liang Chaoxu, still wanting more, pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her neck: "Tired?"

"...Hmm," Wen Li was ticklish and turned her head away.

Liang Chaoxu took the opportunity to nibble on her earlobe, coaxing her in a hoarse voice, "Then shall I take you to take a bath, okay?"

Wen Li suddenly opened her eyes and pushed him away: "I'll go myself."

Liang Chaoxu's fingers caressed the soft flesh of her waist, and he chuckled softly, "You can walk to the bathroom by yourself?"

"Who do you think you are?" Wen Li propped herself up on her arms, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, Liang Chaoxu scooped her up and pulled her into his arms.

"I'll just help you take a bath, I won't do anything else."

With that, Liang Chaoxu stood up and carried Wen Li into the bathroom.

Wen Li nestled into his arms: "A liar is a dog."

"Hmm." Liang Chaoxu smiled faintly.

Amidst the rushing water and rising mist, Wen Li heard a sound.

"Woof~"