To The Lovely You

   "No need." Lan Feifei's first reaction was to refuse. Didn't he ignore her already? Why still send her?

   This kind of relationship that is constantly cut and chaotic is not what she wants!

   As she spoke, she quickened her pace, trying to put him away. But I didn't expect He Chaoran to speed up the pace, maintaining the same frequency as hers.

   His reasons are very good: "The game is about to start, your ready-to-wear should be ready? I want to try it."

  Lan Feifei sighed secretly in her heart, and had no choice but to nod her head. She also owes him a costume styling, which cannot be denied.

   "You can try it if you want, but it's very late now. My parents are probably already asleep, so you can't make a sound." Lan Feifei thought about it and made such a request. Because she didn't want her parents to know that she brought a boy home so late--it was her ex-boyfriend.

  He Chaoran's tense face sank a bit, and said indifferently: "Yes."

   She just didn't want to let her family see him? Could it be that he was being self-motivated again just now? Or is Hou Xiaoting really just drunk and talking nonsense?

   Don't say Hou Xiaoting is drunk, even he himself is a little drunk. My mind was a little dizzy, and the scene in front of me was a little blurry, and every step I took was like stepping on cotton.

  Lan Feifei took out the key to open the door, made a silent motion towards him, and then walked towards the living room on tiptoe.

   He followed her, walked through the spacious living room, and then climbed the long staircase. Lan Feifei did not turn on the light, but just turned on the light source on the mobile phone. Although the light was bright, it was so narrow that it could not be illuminated in many places.

   Accidentally, she stumbled and fell backward. Fortunately, He Chaoran followed behind her and reached out his hand to support her in time.

   Lan Feifei covered her mouth and tried her best not to make a sound. She could feel his big palm grabbing onto her shoulder, and the hot breath was spraying on the back of her neck, bringing a tingling feeling.

   She suddenly felt like she was a little drunk too. She didn't drink much tonight, just a few sips, but she wasn't very good at drinking.

   "Are you alright, do you want me to help you?" He Chaoran's body swayed, barely stabilizing his figure, with one hand on the handrail of the stairs.

   When he said this, his lips almost touched her ear-because she had said beforehand that he would not be allowed to speak. So, he could only try to keep his voice down as much as possible.

  His voice was originally very nice, but after it was lowered like this, it became even more deep and sexy. It was transmitted to her mind through her sensitive ears, and there was a strange feeling.

  Lan Feifei felt like he was dreaming, and his voice seemed to come from the other end of the dream.

   "I...I can walk by myself." She suppressed her heartbeat, broke free from his hand, and continued to walk up the handrail.

   This time, in order to prevent herself from falling down again, she specially slowed down her steps.

   But it was replaced by He Chaoran, who couldn't control his pace for a while and bumped into her body from behind.

   "Ah." Lan Feifei, who was caught off guard, finally couldn't help crying out, and then took a step forward.

  He Chaoran quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed her waist from behind, so that her back was tightly against his body, with no gap at all.