"No need." Lan Feifei's first reaction was to refuse. Hasn't he already ignored her? Why send her
This kind of relationship that is constantly being cut and messed up is not what she wants!
As she spoke, she quickened her pace, trying to push him away. But unexpectedly, He Chaoran also quickened his pace, maintaining the same frequency as her.
His reason is very good: "The competition is about to start, your ready-to-wear should be ready, right? I want to try it."
Lan Feifei secretly sighed in her heart, and could only nod her head. She also owed him a costume styling, which cannot be denied.
"You can try it if you want, but it's late and my parents are probably asleep, so you can't make a sound." Lan Feifei thought for a while and made such a request. Because she didn't want her parents to know that she brought a boy home so late - or her ex-boyfriend.
He Chaoran's tense face sank a bit, and he said calmly, "Yes."
Did she just not want to let her family see him? Could it be that he was acting affectionate again just now? Or is Hou Xiaoting really just drunk and talking nonsense
Not to mention that Hou Xiaoting was drunk, even he himself was a little drunk. My mind was a little dizzy, and the scene in front of me was a little blurred, and every step I took felt like I was stepping on cotton.
Lan Feifei took out the key to open the door, made a silent gesture at him, and then tiptoed towards the living room.
He followed her, walked through the spacious living room, and then climbed up the long staircase. Lan Feifei didn't turn on the light, but turned on the light source on the phone. Although the light was bright, it was so narrow that it couldn't illuminate many places.
Accidentally, she tripped and fell backwards. Fortunately, He Chaoran followed behind her and reached out to support her in time.
Lan Feifei covered her mouth, trying not to make a sound. She could feel his big palms grabbing her shoulders, and his scorching breath was spraying on the back of her neck, bringing a numb feeling.
She suddenly felt that she seemed a little drunk too. She didn't drink much tonight, just a few sips, but she didn't drink very well.
"It's okay, do you want me to help you?" He Chaoran swayed, barely stabilized his figure, and put one hand on the handrail of the stairs.
When he said this, his lips almost touched her ear—because she had said beforehand not to let him speak. Therefore, he could only lower his voice as much as possible.
His voice was already nice, but after being lowered like this, it became even deeper and more sexy. It passed through her sensitive ears to her mind, and there was a strange feeling.
Lan Feifei felt that he was in a dream, and his voice seemed to come from the other end of the dream.
"I... I can walk by myself." She suppressed her heartbeat, broke away from his hand, and continued to walk up the handrail.
This time, in order to avoid falling again, she deliberately slowed down her steps.
But it was replaced by He Chaoran who couldn't control his pace for a moment and bumped into her body from behind.
"Ah." Caught off guard, Lan Feifei finally couldn't help crying out, and then staggered a step forward.
He Chaoran quickly reached out and grabbed her waist from behind, so that her back was tightly against his body without any gap.