118: C118 Sober Soup

C118 Sober Soup

Ye Han lay in the backseat of the car. She felt as if her consciousness was a small boat in a storm. It was floating up and down, and her stomach was churning.

But the last trace of reason told her that she could not throw up. At least she could not throw up in the car. Otherwise, people like Fenng Yan who were obsessed with cleanliness would definitely kill her. However, Ye Han's remaining reason was used to resist vomiting, so Ye Han's four limbs were no longer under the control of her brain.

Ye Han, who had lost the control of her brain, suddenly sat up. She then put her hands on Fenng Yan's shoulders and hooked his neck.

"Why do you always have a cold face? But you are still so handsome. " Ye Han pouted. She seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied, but when she said the second half of the sentence, she could not help but squint her eyes and laugh. Then she blew a hot breath into Fenng Yan's ear and didn't wait for Fenng Yan to touch her. Ye Han automatically let go of her hand and fell back into the backseat.

Fenng Yan looked from the rearview mirror at the paralyzed Ye Han who was still wearing a silly smile on her face. He could not help but frown. This was the second time he frowned because of this woman tonight.

The car was speeding along the street. The wheels rolled over the mottled shadows of the trees. Yellow incandescent lights flashed on the car. As the surrounding trees became more and more lush, they arrived at the Xiangjiang Luxury Villa villa area.

"Sir, you're back. " The guard who had been waiting inside yawned. When he heard the sound of the car, he immediately ran out. When he saw Fenng Yan carrying a woman from the back seat, he wanted to quickly pick her up.

However, he did not expect Fenng Yan to dodge the hands of the maid. He continued to hit Ye Han horizontally and carried her into the bedroom.

Fenng Yan gently placed Ye Han on the bed and raised his arm to look at the watch on his wrist. He saw that the hour needle was already on the number twelve.

Fenng Yan saw that it was already late, so he did not call Mrs Hua out. After all, Mrs Hua was a bit older. It was so late that there was no need to trouble her again.

Looking at the little girl lying on the bed, who was not sure if she was asleep or drunk, a spot in his heart suddenly softened a little.

He shook his head helplessly. He originally wanted to let her lie there and not care about it, but at this moment, he actually felt a little reluctant.

"Headache. . . " Ye Han muttered softly.

Fenng Yan stopped walking and looked at Ye Han, waiting for her to continue, because he did not hear what Ye Han said clearly just now.

He saw Ye Han turn around in pain. "My head hurts!" Ye Han stopped talking after she finished speaking, but the expression on her face looked a little painful.

Fenng Yan was stunned for a moment when he heard Ye Han say that, but he did not know what to do. After all, he had never had the experience of taking care of drunk people.

He first went online to check what his headache would be after drinking. Then, he saw the words' hangover soup 'from all kinds of methods. He remembered that Mrs Hua would usually make him a bowl of Sobbing Wine Soup after he drank it. The taste was also very good. He did not know how to make a single number.

After that, Fenng Yan typed in the words cooking the sobering soup in the search engine box.

Although it was the first time he made this, in Fenng Yan's opinion, the sobering soup he made looked quite good. Then he took a sip and felt that it was still okay.

When the maids outside saw their master fiddling with the food in the kitchen, they thought that their eyes must have been blinded. However, when they saw Fenng Yan carrying a bowl of food upstairs, they knew that their eyes were not blinded. Instead, their master had gone crazy.

In the bedroom upstairs, Fenng Yan placed the hangover soup on the bedside table and then helped Ye Han, who was drunk and unconscious, to make it. He also conveniently put a soft pillow on Ye Han's back.

After that, Fenng Yan picked up the sobering soup to test the temperature of the soup. After making sure it was not hot, he sat in front of the bed, one hand holding a bowl, and the other holding a spoon to scoop a spoonful of sobering soup into Ye Han's mouth.

Because it was the first time Fenng Yan fed soup to someone, he did not count in his heart, so he specially scooped a little less soup and wanted to try it first.

In the end, he did not expect Ye Han to be dizzy and unable to open her mouth. That small spoonful of sobering soup flowed down her mouth.

Seeing Ye Han's tender and tender lips that were like rose petals that were soaked with dew, his Adam's apple could not help but twitch.

Maybe it was because he had also drunk some wine, but Fenng Yan felt the air in the room was a little stuffy. He lifted his hand and pulled on his tie.

Maybe Ye Han was. Because it was uncomfortable, she softly muttered something. Her eyebrows were knitted together, and it looked very uncomfortable.

Without thinking, Fenng Yan raised his head and took a small sip. Then he leaned over to support the back of Ye Han's head and moved closer to her lips.

Ye Han opened her mouth slightly and obediently drank the decanting soup.

The feeling of touching lips made Fenng Yan a little confused, but he was surprised that he did not hate it at all. Instead, he enjoyed it a little.

This kind of unexpected emotion made him at a loss for what to do for a moment, but Ye Han smacked her lips at this time, and even softly shouted that she was thirsty.1

Seeing Ye Han's appearance, Fenng Yan's eyes slightly darkened. Those obsidian like eyes were like whirlpools that wanted to suck Ye Han in.

"You are quite enjoying it. " After a long while, Fenng Yan laughed lightly.

He felt helpless and fed the drunk woman the same way again.

After feeding the hangover soup, Fenng Yan wiped the leftover broth from his mouth and laid Ye Han flat on the bed again.

The high heels were easy to take off. Fenng Yan took off Ye Han's shoes and covered her with a blanket. He tucked the corner of the blanket and took a deep look at Ye Han, then went to the balcony.

"With a puff, Fenng Yan lit up a cigarette. The night wind blew away the smoke rings one after another.

He did not have an addiction to smoke, but now he needed to use this kind of thing to ease the anxiety in his heart.

"Ye Han. . . " He gently called her name, and in the quiet night, it lasted for a long time.

In the room, the unconscious Ye Han smacked her lips a few times, turned her body to find a comfortable position, and then fell into a deep sleep. She was totally confused about what happened just now. She only knew what she drank just now. There was still a soft feeling on her lips. But before she had time to think carefully, her mind was occupied by a strong sleepiness.

In Ye Han's dream, there was a blurry figure, but no matter how hard she tried to look, she could not see clearly. She only knew that this person said a few words to her and quickly forgot everything.

But because of the sobering soup, Ye Han felt that her head did not hurt much.

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