"Heh, I bit it." Jiang Ruolan let go of his mouth and stared at the corner of his lips that she had bitten off. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist and coquettishly said, "Zihao, I just made a mark on your body. It's my mark."

Under the dim yellow light, her little face was flushed. She looked cute and innocent due to the alcohol, like a drunk wild cat.

Jiang Ruolan stretched out a paw and scratched the right side of Xian Zihao's body, causing him not to know whether to laugh or cry, but there was nothing he could do about it.

*Burp*

Jiang Ruolan burped and tried to push Xian Zihao away. "All right, I won't talk to you again. I'll go home."

The moment she spun, the arm around her waist impressively tightened and hugged her closer. Jiang Ruolan felt as if the entire world had turned a corner, and before she could even react to it, she had been carried back into the Greenville Residence.

"Are you mad at me for drinking?" As Jiang Ruolan was brought into the house, she suddenly hugged Xian Zihao's neck and looked at him with innocent eyes.

But he ignored her, only sighing softly and not answering. He placed her on the sofa and went to get a towel. However, just as he turned around, Jiang Ruolan suddenly leaped up and hugged him from behind.

Her hands tightly wrapped around his waist, "Don't be angry...Don't be angry... I just feel so bad, I'm scared... I'm afraid that when I go home, I'll find out that you're not at home. I'm afraid that I've already fallen in love with you. I'm afraid that your feelings for me are only due to your responsibilities as my husband."

Xian Zihao stopped and turned his head to the side, listening to her whisper in a very small voice, "I'm very afraid that one day, you will disappear from my world. I will never be able to find you or hear any news about you, just like how it was in the past. We are two people from different worlds, and if it weren't for what Han Xuegang did, we would never have had a relationship."

"Xian Zihao, if there are some things you can not give me. Please don't give me hope. Please don't. I don't want to face a second shattering. I don't want my life to be filled with so much helplessness."

After that, she lost consciousness.

The first thing Jiang Ruolan felt when she opened her eyes was her stomach hurting so much. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the bedroom ceiling, and a wave of nausea came over.

Jiang Ruolan covered her mouth with her hand and hurried to get up from the bed. When she opened the bedroom door, she nearly collided with Xian Zihao, who was holding a cup.

Fortunately, he was quick to see what was going on and quickly grabbed her waist.

"Why are you awake?" His gentle voice sounded above her head, full of concern.

Jiang Ruolan covered her mouth and shook her head uncomfortably.

Seeing that she was about to vomit, he immediately picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Just as he was about to do something, Jiang Ruolan suddenly "vomited" on his shirt.

Jiang Ruolan looked at her masterpiece in shock. Xian Zihao's expensive shirt was covered with a small piece of filth that she had spat out.

Her mind immediately woke up but her stomach was still in turmoil.

Xian Zihao had no time to worry about it. Seeing Jiang Ruolan in such a miserable state, a knot appeared between his eyebrows. He immediately carried her into the bathroom.

Jiang Ruolan could no longer hold on once she rushed to the toilet. She vomited all the food she had eaten last night. Finally, she laid down next to the toilet and did not move.

When the cup of water was handed over, she paused for a moment. She was powerless to reach out her hand to receive it. Her eyelids became heavier, and her consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Jiang Ruolan smacked her lips together and leaned her head against the warm and fresh embrace, subconsciously drinking the sobered tea. Then she panicked, choked her throat, and let out a fierce cough, and the cup instantly left her mouth.

A burst of sighing and chuckled resounded in her ears, and then she was gently patted on the back by a hand until she lost consciousness and fell asleep in that warm embrace.

When Jiang Ruolan woke up, it was already early in the morning.

She only slept for two hours before she gradually woke up because of the pain in her stomach. This time, she finally woke from her intoxication and felt dizzy.

She suddenly turned around and saw Xian Zihao sleeping beside her.

Last night …

She carefully sat up. Her memories from last night were a bit blurry, but she still remembered that when she came back to Greenville Residence, it was very late. And then she remembered she woke up because her stomach was churning. Later on, she seemed to … vomited on him?

Jiang Ruolan sighed lightly and carefully got out of bed. She was also afraid to awaken Xian Zihao from his sleep, so she kept her movements to a minimum. When she left the bedroom, she immediately rushed towards the bathroom.

It was when she was in the bathroom that she had time to look at her clothes. Last night, when she had vomited, a small amount of it had splattered all over her body. She noticed that she was wearing her pajamas.

Jiang Ruolan scratched her hair and endured the pain in her stomach. She stood in the bathroom in a daze, thinking back to the few phone calls that Xian Zihao hadn't answered last night. She stood still by the washstand, staring at herself in the mirror.

Jiang Ruolan could only recall a few scenes from last night. As for the incident where Qin Gengxin kissed her, she only had a vague impression of it. Jiang Ruolan groaned and had the urge to smash herself to death.

She had never drunk much alcohol like this before, and if she drank so much, her stomach would not be able to hold it. At first, she didn't believe it, but now the pain in her stomach finally convinced her.

Jiang Ruolan held her stomach and squatted in the bathroom, gritting her teeth as she endured the pain in her stomach.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was pulled open. Xian Zihao was standing in front of the door, and his gaze fell on her.

Jiang Ruolan was sitting on the floor, not moving at all.

"Why are you sitting here?" Xian Zihao walked slowly towards her and tried to help her get up.

Jiang Ruolan covered her stomach with both hands. A layer of sweat covered her forehead. As soon as Xian Zihao held her arm, she struggled weakly. She held her stomach tightly and just sat there, moaning in pain.

"Are you unwell?" Xian Zihao ignored her struggle and used a little force to help her get up.

Jiang Ruolan could not resist. She stood up, but she could not straighten her body. She bent her body slightly and covered her stomach with her hands. She turned her face away, enduring the waves of pain, and bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Seeing Jiang Ruolan's pale face, Xian Zihao grabbed her body and was about to carry her when she pushed him away.

"No, no need to go to the hospital!" Jiang Ruolan then covered her stomach and lowered her head in an uncomfortable manner. She wanted to avoid Xian Zihao's hand, but he firmly held her back.

Didn't he know? The more he treated her well and the gentler he was, the angrier she got.

She wanted to be angry, but she felt that she had no right to do so. She kept feeling stifled in her heart, feeling a sense of panic.

"I drank too much last night, so my stomach felt uncomfortable. I will drink hot water later. You don't have to worry." Jiang Ruolan whispered again. Her arm stubbornly trying to get out of his grasp.

However, in the end, she still could not release herself from his grasp.

"Jiang Ruolan, who told you that my feelings for you are only due to responsibility?" Suddenly, Xian Zihao whispered in her ear.

Jiang Ruolan was stunned, then she looked at him. Had she, herself, said something to him last night?

She didn't have the slightest impression of what he just said.

"I drank too much last night. I may have said some nonsense, so don't take it to heart." Jiang Ruolan pursed her lips into a smile. "You know, when people are drunk, they always do things that others can't understand. Or rather, say some bullshit, so I might ..."

"What are you afraid of?" Xian Zihao cut her. The force of his grip on her wrist wasn't too strong. He didn't want to hurt her, but it was still a force that she couldn't easily escape. His deep black eyes stared fixedly at the evasion on her face.

"What am I afraid of …" Jiang Ruolan lowered her eyes, avoiding his.

Seeing that her stomach was in such a bad state that she couldn't even straighten up, Xian Zihao let go of her and went to pour her a cup of hot water.

Jiang Ruolan took the cup and lowered her head to blow the water carefully. Xian Zihao quietly stood by her side and looked at her indifferently.

She kept staring at the hot water in the glass as if she hadn't noticed the temperature of the glass when she held it in her hand. It wasn't until Xian Zihao had removed the glass from her hand and placed it on the coffee table that she realized that her palm had been burned red.

Xian Zihao sighing lightly. He took her hand and gently stroked her red palm. Just as she was about to take her hand back, a hint of displeasure flashed across his exquisite brows.

Jiang Ruolan paused for a moment and no longer stubbornly pulled her hand away.

"Why did you drink last night?"

She pursed her lips, suddenly raised her head, and looked straight into his eyes. "Tell me first, where were you last night? Why didn't you pick up the phone? You can't even see the text message?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Xian Zihao's handsome face. He never thought Jiang Ruolan would care about those phone calls or text messages.

Hearing this, he actually laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" When Jiang Ruolan saw that Xian Zihao was actually smiling and laughing at her, she immediately got angry.

Xian Zihao kept looking at her meaningfully, and that made her even angrier.

Could it be that he was in an especially good mood due to the appearance of his ex-girlfriend?

Jiang Ruolan immediately felt pain in her heart and tried to pull her hand away from his in discomfort, but Xian Zihao suddenly exerted a little force and pulled her towards his embrace.

Xian Zihao wrapped his arm around her waist, and just as Jiang Ruolan was about to push him away, he already hugged her and said with a chuckle, "Jiang Ruolan, since you're in love with me, then just love me. I won't laugh at you."

"What are you talking about?" Her whole body went stiff, and she suddenly wanted to get out of his arms.