Chapter 153: Drunk Men Are Very Dangerous

The grandest villa in the village, long uninhabited, had been rented out.

A key turned twice in the lock, and with a click, the door opened.

Someone helped the drunken Fang Zhou inside, closing the door gently with a foot.

A slender finger tapped the wall, turning on the lights.

Bright light illuminated Fang Zhou’s handsome face. He furrowed his brow slightly but didn’t wake up.

The slender woman beside him supported Fang Zhou, slowly moving through the hall towards the inner room.

She kicked open the door, turned on the light, and accurately tossed the man onto the bed.

The woman took a deep breath, as if expelling all her fatigue.

“So heavy…”

Her tone carried a hint of helplessness, but her usually cold face showed rare warmth, her lips curving slightly, not at all looking angry.

If a third person were present, they would be shocked.

Because this person was Han Xi.

She had indeed been drinking, her mind not entirely clear.

But her ingrained habits helped her overcome the alcohol’s effects, catching up with Fang Zhou, who had left earlier.

Fang Zhou lay quietly on the large bed, no different from how he had slept on the ground earlier.

Han Xi sat at the bedside, quietly watching Fang Zhou.

Half of his face was buried in the blanket, the other half exposed.

His sharp jawline, high nose bridge, and delicate lips all indicated this man’s extraordinary looks.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, his cheeks had a faint pink hue, making him appear more approachable under the bright lights.

“Fang Zhou…”

Han Xi felt her head spinning, uncontrollably leaning closer to him, until their noses touched.

At such close distance, Han Xi could see Fang Zhou’s long eyelashes and his furrowed brows.

She gently leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his brow, like a butterfly landing.

At this moment, she resembled a clumsy child, using the most primitive method to comfort someone.

Unfortunately, when she pulled away, his brows were still deeply furrowed.

“Don’t worry…”

Han Xi’s voice was low, a side effect of the alcohol and earlier excitement.

She reached out, slowly massaging the space between his brows, hoping to smooth out his troubles.

Finally, after her efforts, Fang Zhou’s brow relaxed, though he turned away, presenting the back of his head.

His black head lay still on the bed.

This scene deeply affected Han Xi.

Her usually narrow, phoenix eyes became teary.

“Always the back of your head… Every time, it’s the back of your head… When will you face me?”

Han Xi leaned in, resting her head on Fang Zhou’s shoulder, nuzzling him affectionately, whispering.

“Ever since we reunited, I’ve been watching you, every day on the island, and now every day while teaching.”

“I know you watched the sunrise with Chu Xinran. I know you helped feed pigs with Qiao Sisi. I also know you had meals with Zhang Zhiyin and Li Siming.”

“I know your sister is sick… I want to help, but I’m afraid you won’t accept it…”

The more someone cares, the more cautious they become.

Like holding a pearl, afraid to crush it, or holding it in their mouth, afraid to swallow.

If she had to use force to keep Fang Zhou by her side, Han Xi could do it.

But she feared Fang Zhou would turn into an emotionless, soulless person.

Just like her mother.

Always kept in a villa on the mountain by her father, without freedom, like a caged canary.

Young Han Xi often heard her mother say, “Xiao Xi, you must be strong, be the master of your fate, have the courage to start over.”

Han Xi did become strong and confident, as her mother wished.

But meeting Fang Zhou made it all seem absurd.

Because this man would never submit to her.

Though he claimed it was because she wasn’t gentle enough.

Han Xi knew it was her strong demeanor that drove him away.

But she didn’t want Fang Zhou to become like her mother, a caged bird, so she let him go.

Yet fate brought them together again.

Han Xi’s eyes showed a hint of confusion. She sighed softly, like a deity from a distant time and space.

“Fang Zhou, what should I do with you?”

The man’s face, warm from the alcohol, transferred heat to Han Xi’s face as well.

She felt a discomfort in her heart, unsure if it was from unspoken love or the spicy food from the banquet.

She lifted her head, moving slightly, resting her head on Fang Zhou’s shoulder, continuing to speak.

“Every time I see you with them, I feel so sad. Why do so many people like you, Fang Zhou?”

“And how many ex-girlfriends do you have? Among so many, is there anyone you truly loved?”

“You said you liked gentle people. Over the past year, I’ve been learning to be less cold and less assertive with those around me.

But you don’t seem to notice.

What do I have to do to win you back?”

The woman’s murmurs were heartfelt, words she had kept inside for a long time, struggling like a lone goose in a storm.

Usually reserved with words, she now couldn’t stop speaking, wanting to pour out everything in her heart.

But sadly, the person she wanted to confide in remained deeply asleep, eyes closed, lost in his dreams.