"That's right, think of me."
As the words fell, a fragrant kiss descended.
Xia Liuyue, like a patient teacher, guided his hands to rest on the dimples of her waist, encircling her. All the surrounding clamor had nothing to do with the young lovebirds embracing and kissing on the dance floor.
Kissing, nibbling, devouring.
Lips and teeth intertwined, and the movement of hands did not cease.
Roaming the edges of the body.
He was like a man drowning in the deep sea, unable to extricate himself.
Because of his blindness, his sense of touch was even more acute. Yan Hechuan had never discovered that the sensation of intimate contact could be so wonderful.
The kiss brought him not only a thrilling shiver up his spine but also a joy that touched his soul.
At this moment.
He didn't worry about whether he might have an allergic reaction, even nearly forgetting he had this peculiar allergy.
He only knew the feeling of holding her was very warm, and the feeling of kissing was marvelous.
So this is what it feels like to hold and kiss one's wife.
During a gasp for breath, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Wife."
This actually left Xia Liuyue somewhat at a loss.
However, she maintained a good attitude. With a laugh in her tone, she teased:
"You can call me Yueyue, but you can't call me wife."
"Why?"
"Because I am someone else's wife. Calling me that might get you beaten up."
Yan Hechuan took this as a joke. Chuckling lightly, he said with great confidence:
"You are my fiancée, so of course you will be my wife in the future."
Xia Liuyue cast a somewhat pitying glance at his misty, unfocused eyes.
Silly boy.
What a pity.
The one you're holding right now is indeed someone else's wife.
As a song ended, the two left the dance floor and returned to their booth.
Xia Liuyue felt parched. Seeing a poured glass of water on the table, she picked it up and drank it all in one go.
"Ah..." Meng Xiang exclaimed, too late to stop her.
Xia Liuyue looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong?"
Meng Xiang glanced at Yan Hechuan and didn't dare to speak up.
Because Yan Hechuan couldn't drink alcohol, this glass was water he had just poured for himself, and he had already taken a sip.
"N-nothing. Senior Sister, if you're thirsty, I'll pour you another glass." Meng Xiang blinked his innocent peach-blossom eyes.
Xia Liuyue, however, seemed to have a sudden realization. She raised an eyebrow at him, revealing a half-smiling expression.
That expression seemed to say, 'So what if it's water you drank from? It's no big deal.'
Meng Xiang's cheeks grew slightly warm.
Didn't drinking from the same glass equate to an indirect kiss?
Feeling somewhat awkward, he looked around, handing over tissues, then a fruit platter, pretending to be very busy.
On the other side, after being helped to his seat, Yan Hechuan proactively rolled up his sleeve and felt his arm. There really was no allergic reaction.
"Yueyue, it really works." His voice carried a hint of delight.
Meng Xiang also leaned over to look. It was true.
It seemed Rich Sister's method of fighting poison with poison really had some effect.
Just as everyone was feeling pleased, a sweet-looking girl from the neighboring booth suddenly ran over. Shyly staring at Yan Hechuan, she whispered:
"Um, hello, could I get your contact info?"
As she spoke, she blinked at Yan Hechuan, appearing innocent and cute.
Unfortunately, Yan Hechuan didn't even bat an eyelash.
Xia Liuyue added from the side, "Sorry, beauty, he's blind."
The girl was stunned for a moment, confirming her words weren't a joke.
She stared carefully for a moment longer at Yan Hechuan's unfocused pupils before apologizing, "Oh, sorry to bother you then."
This was just an insignificant little episode.
Yan Hechuan didn't even utter a single word in response or conversation.
But less than half a minute after the girl left, dense red rashes suddenly broke out on Yan Hechuan's arm.
Xia Liuyue, sharp-eyed, noticed immediately.
"Meng Xiang, the medicine!"
Yan Hechuan also realized he was having an allergic reaction again—red hives on his arm.
Meng Xiang quickly pulled the allergy medicine from his pocket and poured warm water into a new glass.
Just kidding! Rich Sister could drink from his glass, but Yan Hechuan couldn't!
Xia Liuyue unscrewed the medicine bottle and asked, turning her head, "How many pills at a time?"
Meng Xiang shook his head.
Yan Hechuan said, "Any number is fine."
What, so casual?
Xia Liuyue went along with it: "Then three pills. Three is a lucky number."
She poured three pills into her palm, took the warm water Meng Xiang handed over, and beckoned in Yan Hechuan's direction.
As if calling a puppy or kitten.
"Hechuan, bring your head over."
Yan Hechuan really did obediently lean his head forward.
"Ah, open your mouth—" Xia Liuyue said with a slight, curved smile.
Yan Hechuan obediently opened his mouth.
She stuffed all three pills into his mouth at once, then poured in a large gulp of water.
With one hand supporting his head and the other holding his chin, she gave a slight lift. The pills, mixed with the warm water, slid down his throat.
The motion felt exceptionally familiar.
Xia Liuyue pondered.
Then she remembered. Right, it was exactly the same as when she used to feed medicine to the spirit cats at the Beast Taming Sect.
Those spirit cats were proud and mischievous, running away every time they were sick and needed medicine.
It required the persuasion of her love.
Little kittens who didn't take their medicine properly would be disciplined by Lady Liuyue.
o(￣︶￣)o
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Poor Yan Hechuan, being blind, was experiencing such a rough method of administering medicine for the first time.
Perhaps he gulped the water too forcefully; some of it went down the wrong way and choked him, and he began to cough violently.
Drawing on her old experience, Xia Liuyue forcefully patted his back, asking as she patted:
"Feeling better?"
Yan Hechuan nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, better."
He thought to himself: How come he never noticed before that Yin Yao was so strong? She was almost pounding him to death.
After taking the allergy medicine,
about ten minutes later, the rashes on his body gradually faded.
Xia Liuyue was also getting sleepy.
She said to Meng Xiang, "You take him back. It's getting late."
This time, before Meng Xiang could answer, Yan Hechuan spoke first.
"Yueyue, aren't you coming back with me?"
Xia Liuyue said with a light smile, "We are engaged, not married yet. Living together isn't appropriate."
This sentence sounded somewhat familiar.
That's right, it's exactly what Yan Hechuan had said at the very beginning.
A flash of embarrassment crossed his face. One can never fully empathize with one's past self.
"Alright, Junior Brother, drive safely."
"I'm heading home too."
Meng Xiang understood the meaning behind her words 'heading home' and suddenly remembered—oh right!
Rich Sister still had a husband.
An indescribable ache filled his heart at that moment.
Yan Hechuan was one thing, but how could Rich Sister also have a despicable husband hidden away at home?!
It was truly infuriating.
