Finally, with her eyes opening, in a daze, she pushed him away with all her might—

Then she jumped down from his arms and scrambled to the elevator buttons, pressing them frantically as if trying to escape from the elevator.

There was still a lingering sweetness from her on his lips, his desire not yet satisfied, but he also saw her desperate attempt to avoid him, his burning gaze suddenly turning cold.

She saw him step forward, his face looking terrible, and she started to hit the elevator buttons while crying:

"Help, someone is trying to kill me... help... there’s a killer in the elevator..."

With a swipe, all the buttons lit up.

He realized that she wasn’t sober at all and had gone crazy from the alcohol, he picked her up annoyed yet amused: "Getting this drunk and still pretending to drink like the others!"

Right then, the elevator arrived at the floor she pressed, and the doors opened.

Someone looked inside.

Jiayi cried tears of joy, desperately gesturing with her two hands as if swimming: "Help—there’s a killer—biting my mouth... help... you, the lip-biting monster..."

Huo Zhenyang almost burst a blood vessel in anger, he turned his handsome face to the stunned onlooker, pressed the button with a "snap," and the elevator doors slowly closed.

Being pulled back into the narrow space, Jiayi despaired.

It was over, she had been caught by the killer again.

She began to cry, half closing her eyes like a child, and threatened him fiercely: "Killer, don’t kill me... I will vomit... I really will... vomit all over you..."

Seeing her so drunk, he supported the back of her head and gritted his teeth: "Drink! You had to drink! Look carefully and see who I am!"

His deep, hot breath washed over her face. She let out a burp, half-conscious, squinting her eyes and looking at him like a pitiful little thing, weakly saying, "You, you are..."

Her gaze softened his heart, unable to bear being too rough with her, his tone softened, coaxing her like a child: "Good, look carefully, I’m not a killer."

As he spoke, he grabbed her small hand and brought it to the edge of his face, letting her touch his features little by little.

She touched his face blankly: "Mhm, you’re not a killer..."

He breathed a sigh of relief, only to be pushed away fiercely by her: "You are the big bad guy!"

His handsome face collapsed once again!

Jiayi propped herself up, her pale little face turned towards the elevator and she stumbled over, pressing a row of elevator buttons again.

Huo Zhenyang’s face turned even darker as he grabbed her: "Where do you think you’re running off to in this state? Want others to take advantage of you?"

Ha! Take advantage? Being with him was the real risk of being taken advantage of, okay?

Didn’t she know what he had done when she was drunk and unconscious?

Until now, her lips still felt a bit swollen and sore.

When he yanked her, her mind began to spin again. She slurred, "Don’t need you to care..."

"Don’t need me to care?" Furious, he tightened his grip and pulled her fiercely into his arms.

The man’s strong masculine scent washed over her like waves, almost making her faint, as she struggled in his embrace: "Let go... I can walk by myself..."

He covered her incessantly chattering mouth with his large hand, but slowly felt some moisture on his palm.

That wet feeling slowly soaked into the skin of his palm.

She cried.

She actually cried!

Is she that afraid of being with me?

He tugged at her hair, lifting her face along with it.

Indeed, her face had turned into a tear-streaked mess.

His eyes cold as ice, he demanded, "Are you so angry with me? You don’t want to see me that much?"

Her eyelashes were coated with tears, her eyes half-closed, as she cried with the intoxication surging up, somewhat dizzy, angrily struggling and hitting him: "...that’s right, I hate you, I hate you to death!"

As she spoke, her tears fell like threading pearls, to the point where she was gasping for breath from crying so hard.

All the grievances of the past few months rushed out, competing to emerge.

Every time she cried, he could never manage to get angry at her.

Seeing her nose turn a reddened pink from crying, her body heaving with sobs, in an instant, he could care for nothing else, fearful of her crying herself sick, he tightly pressed her into his embrace, rubbing her sweat-drenched hair, and soothingly whispered:

"Be good, come back with me, hubby will make it up to you, I won’t leave your side by even half a step again."

She lay in his arms, half-drunk, half-awake, sniffling pitifully while fiercely pinching his muscular flesh: "You can’t make it up... wuu...wuu... you’re a bad person! A big bad person!"

He finally felt something was wrong with her, the resentment towards him seemed to be about more than just the detention incident.

Normally, although he pampered her greatly, she was definitely not the kind of person to be unreasonably temperamental.

Her anger towards him to this extent must have a reason.

His brows furrowed in doubt, he lowered his head, his nose lightly stroked over the tear beads on her cheeks, in a deep voice: "Why am I a big bad person, be good, tell hubby what’s wrong."

Her eyelashes trembled, her tears flowing even more torrentially, she sobbed and whimpered: "I... "

Before she could finish her sentence, a wave of alcoholic fumes surged upwards, her vision completely darkened, and she slumped into his embrace.

**

When she woke up from the hangover, it was already the next morning.

As she climbed out of bed, Jiayi’s head was still heavy, she came back to her senses and looked around.

It was at home in Green Island Garden.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, she remembered that she had attended a dinner party last night, then got drunk to the point of being high due to liquor pushed on her by a media executive sitting next to her—

What happened later?

Oh right, Huo Zhenyang took her away from the banquet hall, entered the elevator...

But what they talked about or did, she had no recollection at all.

Alas, she had blacked out from drinking.

She rubbed her forehead with the inside of her wrist.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened.

Liang Anya came in with a cup of honey water, sat on the bed, and handed it to her: "Xiaoyi, you’re awake, does your head still hurt?"

Jiayi sipped the honey water: "Much better."

After hesitating for a moment: "How did I get back last night?"

"Young Master Huo brought you back." Liang Anya also knew that she had gone to the movie dinner party last night.

Jiayi exhaled.

At least that man hadn’t gone completely rogue, he still knew to send her back to Green Island Garden.

She was completely wasted like a mudslide yesterday; even if that man had eaten her up, she wouldn’t have been able to resist.

"He left after bringing me home, right?" Jiayi casually asked.

Liang Anya felt somewhat guilty and coughed twice, honestly saying, "Uh... when you came back, the hourly worker we hired had already left, and you know, in my current condition, it’s not convenient for me to help you upstairs, so we had to let Young Master Huo carry you up, sending you into the bedroom... "

She was startled, getting a bad feeling: "Then he left after he sent me to the room, right?"

"Uh..."

"Anya, don’t tell me he stayed in my room for a long time?" Jiayi abruptly sat up straight!