The floor of the private room was strewn with bottles, evidence of heavy drinking. The music blared, and the air was thick with the scent of alcohol. Feng iling sat on the floor in the corner, still sipping on a bottle.
Si Chen had never seen her like this before. He rushed over, turned off the room’s speakers, and snatched the bottle from her hand: "Are you crazy?"
"Why are you drinking so much for no reason?"
Confronted, Feng iling looked up, her eyes red as if she had been crying.
She wore a white camisole dress, her skin as fair as snow, adding an inexplicable sense of fragility. Her makeup was minimal, making her look like an innocent and pitiable delicate flower.
Feng iling sobbed, "I’m in pain."
Si Chen really wasn’t used to seeing her like this.
In his mory, Feng iling was always a strong woman; she bullied others, and no one dared to bully her.
Putting down the bottle, he squatted in front of her, softening his tone: "What happened?"
He was still in his suit, looking proper and formal.
When Feng iling saw him, she guessed he must have been at so formal event, otherwise he wouldn’t have rushed over in formal attire.
This softened Feng iling’s heart even more.
She pouted, acting pathetically: "I got dumped."
Si Chen was shocked: "Huh?"
He raised his hand and put it on her forehead: "No fever, damn it, you didn’t even have a relationship. Where’s this heartbreak from?"
Feng iling pulled his hand away: "Can’t I be heartbroken over unrequited love?"
Saying that, she started to cry softly: "I was so good to him, but he doesn’t like . Do you know what he told ? He said he just liked toying with , boo hoo hoo..."
"Scumbag!" Si Chen cursed: "Damn, what’s his na, where’s he from? I’ll take care of him!"
Si Chen was truly angry.
He felt it was inconceivable.
When did Feng iling have a crush?
He didn’t know a thing about it.
Hearing his bold words, Feng iling was suddenly moved. She raised her hand and hugged him, "I knew it, you’re the best to ."
She looked up at him, her drunken expression pitiful, and pouted asking him, "Tell , am I not pretty?"
Suddenly hugged by her, Si Chen’s ears turned bright red.
He wanted to push her away; after all, n and won shouldn’t be so intimate.
But seeing her drunken state and her slightly flushed face, he couldn’t bear to do it. He said, "You’re pretty."
"Then why doesn’t he like ?"
Si Chen was inexplicably infuriated by this.
He cursed.
"He’s blind."
He didn’t know where his anger ca from.
Si Chen said, "It’s late, and you’ve drunk so much. I’ll take you ho."
With that, he helped her up.
But as soon as she stood, Feng iling shrieked and fell weakly into his arms.
Si Chen quickly caught her.
But with that embrace, the two of them were completely entwined.
"Feng iling, stand properly," Si Chen said with shaking temples. His family was strict, and he always kept himself in check. When had he ever been so intimate with a girl?
Feng iling softly said, "Okay."
But seeing him about to release her, she fell back into his arms again.
"Oops."
The appearance of a drunkard.
Si Chen caught her and realized it was impossible for her to stand on her own.
Thinking it over, he simply wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up.
The sudden princess carry caught Feng iling off guard, her heart racing.
Despite Si Chen’s slim build, his height was evident, standing at 1.82 ters, making carrying her effortless.
Si Chen held her and turned to walk out.
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