The man’s gaze was too intense, making Lin Yixun feel nervous. She pressed her hand against the man’s chest and said in a deep voice, "Leng Yixiu, you’re drunk." The man suddenly smiled at her, "No, I’m not drunk. If you don’t believe me, smell." Saying this, Leng Yixiu leaned closer to her, bringing his lips near her nose. His sudden approach threw Lin Yixun into a panic, and she instinctively pushed him away with force. Logically, a drunk person’s reaction should be slow, but even when drunk, Leng Yixiu’s sensitivity was astonishing. Not only was he not pushed away, but he held Lin Yixun tightly, slightly leaning in, his thin lips seemingly instinctively finding hers. The cold temperature pressed deeply against Lin Yixun’s lips, dominating them. Gradually, the man seemed unsatisfied with just a light kiss and deepened it. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Nove1Fire.net The cold temperature mixed with the heavy smell of alcohol gradually surrounded Lin Yixun. She glared fiercely at Leng Yixiu, hatred filling her heart. This man always acted on his own whims and never knew the meaning of respect. However, just as she was hating Leng Yixiu to the core, the man’s deep and sorrowful voice suddenly sounded in her ear, "Yixun..." Such simple words made Lin Yixun’s heart tremble slightly. She raised her eyes in disbelief, wanting to find answers in the man’s eyes, but saw that he had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep on her shoulder. Lin Yixun laughed at herself mockingly. It must have been an illusion just now. How could this man call her name like that? She thought she must have been hallucinating. Leng Yixiu was tall and strong, and now that he was unconscious from drunkenness, Lin Yixun naturally couldn’t move him back to the villa by herself. So, she called the British man from earlier to help. "Mr. Leng got drunk again?" the British man asked. "Yes, Mr. Leng doesn’t come here often, about once a year, but every time he comes, he gets drunk. And... Every time he’s drunk, he calls a woman’s name." Lin Yixun’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to ask what that woman’s name was but hesitated and ultimately gave up. For some reason, she felt afraid of hearing that answer. If the answer was the one she feared, she thought she might go insane. She could accept Leng Yixiu’s coldness and cruelty now, but she couldn’t accept... When the British man helped carry Leng Yixiu back to the villa’s master bedroom, he was already panting from exhaustion. Before leaving, the considerate British man reminded, "Drink some honey water; it helps with sobering up." After the British man left, Lin Yixun glanced at the unconscious Leng Yixiu on the bed. Her gaze fell on the quilt beside him, but she didn’t step forward to cover him with it. She wasn’t someone who forgets the pain after healing. The few days of kindness from Leng Yixiu were never enough to dispel the hatred in her heart. Lin Yixun turned to leave the master bedroom but was suddenly grabbed by a large hand around her wrist, "Don’t go..." Lin Yixun looked back at the hand on her wrist, a sarcastic smile forming on her lips. Did Leng Yixiu mistake her for Cheng Ying? However, she was not Cheng Ying, the woman he loved dearly. If what he wanted was gentleness and affection, then Lin Yixun was destined not to provide it. She used her other hand to pry each finger off her wrist one by one, then turned and walked out without looking back. What Leng Yixiu had done to her made her lose all illusions about him, so she would not let herself get burned again.