But all his rationality was snapped the moment he put her on the hotel bed.
He also came out to socialize tonight, and he himself drank a lot of wine. Although he hadn't reached the point of being drunk yet, he was already a little dizzy.
Lan Xi'er felt as if her whole body was on fire, as if all the blood had turned into alcohol, swimming and boiling in her veins.
"Hmm... so hot..." When she was in a daze, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her temples, and irritatedly undid the first button of her collar.
Tang Yu's face was flushed, his gaze fell on her slightly open neckline as if rooted, and his throat was a little dry: "Xi'er, are you... very hot? Do you want some water?"
Seeing her so hot, his body also heated up.
"Water... I want to drink water..." When Lan Xier heard the word "water", her reaction was obviously not as slow as before, she grabbed Tang Yu's sleeve and whispered, "I want to drink ice water..."
At this moment, she really needs a glass of cold water to cool down her hot body.
"Okay, wait for a while." Tang Yu pulled her hand off her cuff with some difficulty. She took good care of her. Even though she was almost forty years old, her hands were still as white and smooth as they were back then.
Tang Yu looked at the hand in his palm, and unconsciously remembered how many times he had held these hands and walked on the sunny campus many, many years ago.
He sighed softly, stood up and poured a glass of ice water to her lips. While helping her up, let her lean on his body: "The water is here, drink it!"
Lan Xi'er frowned, gulping water from the rim of the cold cup.
Tang Yu slowly tilted the water glass in his hand, but more than half of the glass overflowed from the corners of her rosy lips, and finally flowed down slowly into her slightly open neckline.
The clothes on Lan Xier's body were torn apart in an instant, sticking tightly to her body, and the scenery on her chest was faintly visible.
Tang Yu forced his gaze back from the scenery, and asked softly: "Do you want to drink?"
Lan Xi'er had already slipped from him back onto the bed, tilted her head, and said softly, "No, thank you..."
She felt that she must be dreaming, dreaming back to many, many years ago. Otherwise, how could Tang Yu take care of himself so gently and talk to himself in such a doting tone.
At this moment, she just wanted to sleep well. If it's a dream, then let her find the feeling that once made her throb in the dream.
Tang Yu pulled the quilt and was about to cover her body, but it stopped on her chest. Tao Hua's eyes shone slightly, and his brows were slightly frowned: She sleeps in wet clothes like this, she will catch a cold if she is stuffy in it! What's more, it was still a glass of bitter ice water!
Thinking of this, he unconsciously placed his hand on the buttons on her chest, tremblingly undoing delicate buttons one after another. And Lan Xi'er's exquisite collarbone and exquisite curves are also displayed in front of his eyes bit by bit with his movements...
Her chest unceasingly rose and fell due to the shortness of breath, which made his Adam's apple roll uncontrollably.
He kept telling himself—he just wanted to change her clothes and had absolutely no other intentions.