Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 402 Yun Xiaqing 9

He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was almost gritted out through his teeth, with an unprecedented seriousness, but also a sense of embarrassment of bravado: "Nonsense! Sit down! In front of Xia Qing...how can you behave like this!"

He reached out to straighten her crooked body.

Yun Chu seemed to have caught him, and found it even more amusing to see him pretending to be calm even though he was obviously very upset.

She sat up a little straighter under his force, but she was not restless. Instead, she stretched out her index finger, which was stained with wine and was crystal clear and wet.

The fingertips gently touched Han Yanzhi's Adam's apple, which seemed particularly prominent due to the tension, and quickly slid away, leaving a slightly cool, wet mark.

With a smug smile on his face, he said, "Look...your neck is red too! Han Yanzhi, tell me the truth, are you drunk too?"

That cool touch with the aroma of wine seemed to have magical power, instantly igniting a string that had been taut in Han Yanzhi's body.

He suddenly grabbed her still restless wrist with such force that she frowned slightly and let out a low cry.

His deep eyes locked tightly with her misty, drunken eyes in the dim light, and the storm in them was almost uncontrollable.

"Yun Chu!" The voice was so low that it was almost a roar, carrying a strong sense of danger. It seemed like a warning, but also like it was suppressing some surging emotions.

The air between the two seemed to be ignited and crackling.

In the corner, Yun Xiaqing, who had been pretending to look at the yearbook, finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

The laughter was like a small spring, instantly diluting the suffocating tense atmosphere.

She watched her mother childishly "tease" the usually steady Uncle Han, and Uncle Han's look of facing a great enemy and trying hard to hold back his collapse was really too novel and interesting.

Han Yanzhi was awakened by the laughter and suddenly realized his own gaffe. He let go of Yun Chu's wrist as if he had been electrocuted.

He took several deep breaths, his face flushed and white, and he turned his eyes away awkwardly. He picked up the glass of lukewarm Arctic Ocean soda on the table and gulped down a big gulp. The cold liquid slid down his throat, but it could not extinguish the heat rising from the bottom of his heart.

Yun Chu was attracted by the way he drank water. She tilted her head and stared at his rolling Adam's apple, muttering, "Drink slowly..."

Her drunken appearance, adorable yet a bit spoiled and willful, looked like a vivid old painting under the dim light.

Han Yanzhi looked at her, holding his forehead helplessly, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up into an extremely small and gentle arc.

This kind of annoying drunken romance can only be attributed to her, and only to her.

The night wind blew through the hall, dispersing some of the thick smell of alcohol, but it could not dispel this unique warmth with a sweet and sour intoxicating taste.

The lights were off, and the sensible Yun Xiaqing had already returned to her room to rest.

The chirping of insects on summer nights seems clearer than during the day, making the house seem especially quiet.

At the dining table, Yun Chu was lying limply on the edge, resting his arm on a half-opened Yun Xiaqing yearbook. His cheeks were sunken, causing wrinkles on the page.

The unbridled expression just now turned into softness at this moment, her long eyelashes cast thick shadows under her eyes, her red lips were slightly parted, her breathing was even and long, and occasionally she uttered some tiny, unconscious mumblings.

Han Yanzhi stood beside her, his tall figure almost blending into the darkness where the moonlight and the lamplight met.

He looked down at the sleeping Yun Chu, his expression complicated and difficult to discern - the embarrassment and harshness of the warning that had been provoked earlier had long since faded, replaced by a deeper, almost drowning gaze.

There was helplessness, heartache, indulgence in that look, as well as a hint of a dark fire that had not yet been completely extinguished, fueled by alcohol and beauty.

He sighed silently, so lightly that it was almost inaudible.

The night wind blew, and Yun Chu's shoulders, which were exposed outside her floral dress, seemed to shrink, and the skin on her exposed arms showed a layer of slightly cool bumps in the dim light.

Han Yanzhi no longer hesitated, bent down, and carefully put one of her arms around his neck, trying not to wake her up.

When his arm touched her cool, delicate skin and loose hair, his own muscles tensed instantly.

He took a deep breath, as if drawing strength from it, and his other strong arm steadily passed under her bent knees. Then, with an almost pious and extremely cautious strength, he gently lifted Yun Chu up.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Yun Chu frown in chaos, and a dissatisfied "hmm" sound came out of his nose, and his head subconsciously arched against the side of his neck.

The warm breath, carrying the aroma of wine and her unique scent, sprayed unreservedly on Han Yanzhi's tense Adam's apple.

All the blood in Han Yanzhi's body seemed to rush to the burning place, and sweat broke out on his forehead again.

He walked steadily, taking each step firmly, trying his best not to cause any shaking to the person in his arms.

She was as light as a feather, yet as heavy as his whole world.

The drunk Yun Chu was unusually docile at this moment, clinging to him in a dependent manner, as if he had found the safest harbor. His arms softly wrapped around the back of his neck, completely unlike the aggressive look he had just now.

This unconscious dependence is more deadly than deliberate teasing.

The wooden threshold creaked slightly. Han Yanzhi held her in his arms, carrying her like a precious, fragile piece of porcelain, and walked step by step into Yun Chu's bedroom.

There was no main light in the room, only a small, old-fashioned table lamp with a dark green lampshade on the bedside table, emitting a soft, dim light.

The light outlined the old-fashioned wardrobe, chest of drawers and the old-fashioned wooden bed with a white crocheted bedspread.

Han Yanzhi walked to the edge of the bed and bent down very slowly and with great difficulty. He tried to gently place Yun Chu on the bed covered with a bamboo mat.

However, just as he tried to pull his arms away, Yun Chu seemed to sense the disappearance of her safe haven. The arms around his neck suddenly tightened! Her entire soft body snuggled even harder into his arms, mumbling incoherently, "It's cold... don't go..."

The sudden force and whispering made Han Yanzhi, who was bending over, lose his balance. Adding to that, the alcohol he had drunk before seemed to have gone to his head. He was caught off guard and was dragged by her, and they fell onto the old wooden bed together!

"Bang!" The heavy wooden bed frame made a dull sound.

Most of Han Yanzhi's strong body was pressed on Yun Chu, and his arms instinctively supported her on both sides, so he did not completely press her.

Their bodies were suddenly pressed tightly together, separated by his slightly rough work jacket and her thin cotton floral skirt.

His rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing were infinitely amplified in the quiet, dimly lit room.

The tip of his nose almost touched hers, and beneath his lips were those red lips stained with wine, slightly opened and closed, breathing unconsciously at the moment, like the most direct temptation.

Han Yanzhi's head buzzed, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly, and then it roared wildly! All his self-control was at its limit at this moment.

The arms he supported on her sides were tense as iron, with veins faintly visible. Sweat quickly seeped out from his forehead, rolled down along the firm lines, and dripped into Yun Chu's open clavicle, which was also soaked with sweat.

Yun Chu seemed to have been awakened a little by the violent vibration. She opened her watery eyes hazily, her long eyelashes fluttering, and she seemed unable to see who it was.

She just felt that this heavy and hot "object" made her feel a little uncomfortable, but it also brought with it an inexplicable, comforting aura.

She subconsciously pushed him away and moaned, "Shen..." This vague protest was more like a catalyst.

Han Yanzhi's breathing suddenly stopped. He could clearly smell the aroma of wine emanating from her body, the slightly salty smell from the evaporation of sweat, and a warm body breath that belonged only to her.

This mixed breath was like a raging fire, burning his sanity.

His Adam's apple rolled violently several times, his temples throbbed, and his deep eyes ignited two suppressed flames in the darkness as he stared at the completely defenseless, flushed and innocent face under him.

Just an inch lower, just a little more indulgence...