Strolling to the door, Wen Sining pressed the button, and the iron gate automatically slid open to both sides.
Lu Luochen leaned forward. Feng Jingcheng put his arm around Lu Luochen's waist and said to Wen Sining, who was just standing there watching, "Come and give us a hand!"
A hand?
Wen Sining smelled the overpowering stench of alcohol and thought of how Lu Luochen had turned a blind eye to her before. She stopped in her tracks and was reluctant to step forward.
In his hazy vision, Wen Sining's face transformed into Yun Chutong's. All his strength seemed to gather as he rushed towards Wen Sining.
Feng Jingcheng didn't expect his sudden move. His arm was roughly pushed aside.
The human wall lunged at her. Wen Sining quickly tilted to one side.
Thud! Lu Luochen's head hit the iron gate.
Wen Sining's eyebrows shot up. She looked at Lu Luochen, who was lying motionless, with a look of pity.
He already had some minor problems with his head. This couldn't make things worse, could it?
In the darkness, a hand suddenly grabbed the hand Wen Sining had sympathetically stretched out.
With a strange force, Wen Sining was pulled into the alcohol - reeking embrace.
Feng Jingcheng, standing beside them, was stunned. No matter how much Lu Luochen needed comfort, he couldn't hug the servant!
"Luochen, let go first." Feng Jingcheng was afraid that things would take a bad turn, so he quickly stepped forward to pull Lu Luochen's arm.
People tend to be rebellious. Even when drunk, this trait could be triggered.
Feng Jingcheng was forcefully thrown out. He took several steps back and stopped only when his foot got stuck in a stone crevice.
"I love you~"
The stench of alcohol sprayed on her face. Wen Sining's heart started pounding uncontrollably.
Lu Luochen put his left arm around her waist and stroked her messy hair with the other hand. "I've always loved you. Don't leave me. Don't leave me..."
As he spoke, his head slumped onto Wen Sining's shoulder.
Under the heavy weight, Wen Sining looked down at Lu Luochen, who had finally calmed down in her arms.
What are you thinking! The person he's talking about is his white moonlight. How could it be you!
A little voice in her mind scolded her wildly beating heart. Wen Sining let out a breath and pretended to be relaxed as she looked behind her. "He's too heavy. Hurry up and take him away."
Feng Jingcheng came to his senses and quickly stepped forward to rescue Wen Sining.
On the way back to the living room, Wen Sining followed behind them. Listening to Lu Luochen's intermittent confessions of love to Yun Chutong, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.
It must be that the wind had messed up her mind just now. Why was she so bothered about who he loved? Wen Sining murmured to herself and instinctively looked at the sofa beside her.
"Please pour a glass of water." Feng Jingcheng was unbuttoning Lu Luochen's shirt as he gave orders to Wen Sining.
It was already very late, and the servants in the house had already gone back to their rooms to rest.
Wen Sining took a few steps forward. Thinking about it, she knew she had to be the unlucky one and go into the kitchen.
"Water!"
"Thank you."
Feng Jingcheng took the glass of water and carefully helped Lu Luochen drink it.
All this was seen by Wen Sining. She couldn't help but look at Feng Jingcheng with a strange look.
He was quite handsome, with a good figure. Judging from his dressing, he was a gentleman. What a pity for such good conditions!
Wen Sining was so lost in thought that she let out a couple of tsk - tsk sounds, which caught Feng Jingcheng's attention.
Putting the glass on the coffee table, Feng Jingcheng gracefully wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Please go and make some sobering soup. He'll need it when he wakes up later."
What?
Wen Sining widened her eyes. Was he getting used to ordering her around?
"Can't you?" Feng Jingcheng asked.
"Yes." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Wen Sining wished she could bite off her tongue.
Standing in the kitchen, she watched the pot while complaining as she looked at the living room. Those two were sitting on the sofa leisurely, leaving her here.
"They deserve to have such a complicated relationship!" Wen Sining muttered as she threw the prepared ingredients into the pot.
The water bubbled and boiled.
"Feed him some when it cools down." Feng Jingcheng said as he stood up from the sofa and picked up his coat.
It seemed that he was about to leave?
The thought had just flashed through her mind when Wen Sining quickly blocked Feng Jingcheng. "Where are you going? What about him?"
Her words left Feng Jingcheng confused.
"He drank with you. You should take care of him." Wen Sining put the bowl in front of him.
Feng Jingcheng had just received a call. He had to fly abroad for a performance early the next morning and had to go back to prepare that night. Feeling the warmth of the bowl, he looked at Wen Sining. "I know it's already very late and it's time for you to rest. I have something urgent to attend to. Please take care of him."
"Don't leave!" By the time Wen Sining came to her senses, Feng Jingcheng had already walked towards the door.
What kind of person was he? He looked like a gentleman, but he just dumped the mess on her.
Wen Sining sighed and walked to the sofa.
Did she owe him something in her previous life? Why did she have to serve him in this life?
Picking up the bowl, Wen Sining, with a bit of revenge in her heart, put the spoon into Lu Luochen's mouth.
The sobering soup was a bit hot. Lu Luochen didn't drink any of it. It all spilled on his collar.
The white shirt became transparent when it got wet, revealing his strong chest muscles.
"Cooperate!" Wen Sining warned fiercely and then shyly looked away.
Whether it was because of her words or he was really hungry, it was much easier to feed him later. Lu Luochen cooperated and drank it all up.
Looking at the empty bowl, Wen Sining picked up a tissue to wipe her fingers. Before standing up, she saw his greasy lips and then looked at the ball of tissue in her hand.
Out of mischief, Wen Sining reached out her hand to Lu Luochen's lips. She wiped his lips with the tissue she had used and couldn't help but smile.
"Your mouth is too dirty. You need to wipe it more."
The words implied Lu Luochen's usual behavior. She pressed harder and harder, wishing she could rub a layer of skin off his lips.
Suddenly, there was a clear and bright look in the air. Wen Sining, who was only focused on punishing him, didn't notice that Lu Luochen had already opened his eyes.
Just as she was humming a tune and feeling smug, her wrist was grabbed.
She looked down. When she realized what was going on and looked at Lu Luochen, she had been pushed onto the sofa.
They stared at each other. Wen Sining's hands were pinned above her head.
"Hey, look clearly. I'm Wen Sining, the person you hate the most." Unable to break free, Wen Sining quickly introduced herself.
Lu Luochen on top of her stared at her affectionately all the time. As for her words, he ignored them.
"Stay calm. Don't do anything wrong. Think about your white moonlight. If she knew that something improper had happened between you and me, how sad she would be." Wen Sining kept talking, trying to persuade him earnestly.
Lu Luochen's eyes moved from Wen Sining's eyes to her pouting lips. His head slowly lowered, and their cold lips touched.