Elite Saphhire Penthouse, 03:15;

Xi Yuan walked into his bedroom and put the girl to bed, carefully adjusting the pillow beneath her head. She looked like an angel. Carefree. Her nose and cheek red and cold from the alcohol. Mesmerizingly still. He could watch her all night. Literally all night.

The man, after a minute, stood up and strode out of the room, summoning the butler into the living room. He asked the old man to prepare some hot soup along with a bowl of salad and a pancake for the girl, in case she'd be hungry after waking up. After a quick shower, the man swilled out a cold glass of water and grabbed a seat over the couch in his bedroom. He still had some work left to do, and hence, he retrieved his laptop from the bag beside the couch and turned on the dim yellow lights, so as to not disturb the girl's sleep.

The atmosphere in the room, tonight was oddly comforting. No one, watching from afar, could describe it any other way. The soft silence, sounds of his fingers dancing over the keyboards, and her soft snores, disrupting it every now and then. Moonlight peeking through the curtains of the open window, water dripping down his wet hair, his eyes traveling from the screen to her, taking in the expressions on her face changing. Every time she wrinkled her nose or smiled softly, or bit her lower lip the way she always did, the man laughed tenderly yet breezily.

Xinguan were endgame. It was all as easy as that. No amount of fights, or mistakes, or disagreements could change that. They belonged together, for what they had between them was epic. Combined, the two made a home.

It was five until Xi Yuan was done with his work. The man placed his laptop over the coffee table and picked his phone up, checking his schedule for the next day. There wasn't much, though. Since it was Xi Chongkun's birthday gala today, he had to make an appearance there. Assuming that the girl was still upset with him, he could only go alone, although his Xinghe by his side would've made a much stronger statement. Even so, he would never push her for anything.

The man was pulled out of his thoughts when Rong Xinghe started coughing, hard. As he rushed towards her, he noticed her head covered in beads of sweat, both her hands gripping onto the blanket covering her, her eyes partially open trying to figure out where she was. As the familiar ceiling came into her sight, the girl smiled dismally. Of course, she was in his bedroom.

"Xinghe? You okay?", the man sat down beside the girl, pulling apart the heavy blanket from her, "Here, drink some water."

Obediently, the girl downed the entire glass, sip by sip. As the cool drink surged down her throat, Rong Xinghe felt a bit relieved. "Thanks.", the girl said.

Xi Yuan nodded, his one hand over the fabric on her waist. The girl was still uncomfortable, though. Pulling onto the collar of her shirt, weakly moving her legs, trying to get up, she was so close to tearing up. "What is it?", the man asked, worried.

"So... hot.", the girl mumbled, her tone shaky. Every muscle in her body was sore, everything was hurting, her head, her shoulders, her legs. She had never felt so quivery, so frail before. It wasn't the first time she had drank. Then why, she wondered.

Xi Yuan knew what could ease her malaise, but it required him to cross quite the boundaries. "Do it.", the girl whispered, permitting him of what he was thinking.

"But-"

"Please, Yuan.", the girl begged, clutching onto her darling's shirt, pulling him closer to her, "I can't bear the pain anymore.", she said.

Subconsciously, the man's right hand reached up, unbuttoning her shirt. One button at a time. As the last button detached from the other half of the shirt, the man separated the olive green shirt, the cold air touching her bare skin. As the maroon lace bra contained her breasts, everything else, he could see. Her collarbone, her belly, the abs as a result of her regular workout, her perfect curves, everything.

The man swallowed and lifted his head up, taking in her expression. She seemed much relaxed now, but still somehow agonized. Was this woman even realizing what she was doing to him?!

As the shirt was discarded to the floor, Xi Yuan's hand-stretched down to her high-waist denim jeans. In roughly three minutes, those were off too, accompanying the shirt on the ground. Xi Yuan stared at the girl's almost naked body, her perfect slender legs, her fairly toned thighs, her slim figure, in disbelief. Oh, Devil! This woman was so damn provocative.

The man turned around, inhaling a long deep breath. She was in pain. He couldn't lose himself now. His girl needed him.

About ten minutes later, the man returned back with a hand towel and a bowl of cold water. And then, for about an hour, the man quietly cleaned her up. Soon enough, the girl had fallen back asleep.

Tucking her hair strands behind her ear, the man smiled. How troublesome, he thought. Sigh... As long as she was content.

Xi Yuan then got up and helped her put on one of his T-shirts and pajamas.

The man was about to leave but the girl refused to let go of his hand, "Stay.", she mumbled. Helpless, the man lied down beside the girl, pulling her in his embrace, "Better?", he asked her softly.

"Better.", Rng Xinghe smiled, opening her eyes slowly, breathing in his scent, calming her nerves. "Yuan...", she said after some time, her eyes never leaving his.

"Hmm?"

"I love you.", she laughed, "So much that I have no power over it. Even my anger can't seem to replace it. You are, day by day, becoming my soft spot, Sir."

"You won't leave me, right?", the man asked, hesitantly.

"I won't.", the girl started crying, "How could I? My Yuan needs me by his side."

"I am sorry I made you feel so horrible.", the man sighed, wiping her tears away, "I will never put you through such a hell again. I promise."

"If so, you're forgiven, dear.", the girl laughed, sweetly this time, erasing the distance parting their lips next.