Shen Jin supported Yun Xiaoran as she slowly walked him toward her car.
But Yun Xiaoran seemed determined to keep his distance from her. He kept trying to steady himself and walk on his own, though his alcohol tolerance was simply too poor.
Without Shen Jin holding him up, he would probably have fallen into a ditch.
"Don't touch me. I can walk on my own."
Yun Xiaoran stood blearily by the roadside. Catching a familiar fragrance, he realized Shen Jin was supporting him and tried hard to push her away.
"I..." Shen Jin stood there, watching the drunken Yun Xiaoran look at her, curiosity filling her eyes.
She was neither angry nor annoyed. The night was still young, and she held all the cards.
This was the first time she had ever seen a man drunk.
He was nothing like those people on set with their affected gentleness, or the ones she had seen online.
Yun Xiaoran stared resentfully at Shen Jin, his eyes full of suspicion and scrutiny, as though he had gotten some strange notion into his head.
"You're this drunk. How are you going to get anywhere?" Shen Jin studied him for a while, then finally could not resist reaching out to touch his face.
She had heard that men's faces turned red and hot when they were drunk.
Today, she would find out for herself.
Shen Jin lifted her pretty face. Just as her slender, fair fingers were about to touch Yun Xiaoran's cheek, he stopped her.
"No, I'll call a taxi." Yun Xiaoran reluctantly blocked Shen Jin's hand. To stop her from taking any further liberties with him, he simply grabbed it.
Her hand was smooth and soft, neither too big nor too small, and a faint fragrance drifted into his nose.
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