Chapter 371 Taking Care

uck out her tongue and nonchalantly replied, " 。"Though what he said is true, young master's actions are also somewhat inappropriate. Fortunately, he did not agree, otherwise the old master would have...Fu Xiaoyao fanned the air in front of her nose while walking towards the edge of the bed.

The man in bed, as Aunt Song had said, was fast asleep. He wasn't shouting anymore, but his tightly furrowed brows showed that he wasn't sleeping comfortably.

"Madam, this is Mr.s hangover soup. Would you like to wake him up and have him drink it" Song Yi's voice sounded from behind her.

Fu Xiaoyao turned her head and saw Auntie Song walking in with a bowl.

"No, just let him sleep like that. Waking him up would mean I couldn't leave in a while."

Aunt Song placed the hangover soup on the bedside table and looked at her in surprise, "What You're leaving again so soon"

Fu Xiaoyao nodded.

"But it's the middle of the night..."

"Alright, Auntie Song, please go out first. I'll change his clothes for him; he smells really bad." Fu Xiaoyao directly interrupted Auntie Song before she could finish her plea.

Aunt Song helplessly sighed and nodded, then went out.

The door closed again, and the room fell silent once more, save for two faint breaths.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at Lu Hanchuan on the bed, then bent down and touched his forehead. Finding that he wasn't feverish, she let out a barely perceptible breath and went to the bathroom to fetch water.

She brought a basin of hot water and sat down beside the bed, pulling up her sleeves. Then she reached out to take off Lu Hanchuan's clothes.

His clothes were crumpled and covered in vomit, which made one wrinkle their nose at the sight. The smell was also incredibly unpleasant.

Fu Xiaoyao had never seen Lu Hanchuan so disheveled. She didn't know why he was drinking so much on a perfectly fine day, and even puked himself up. This had never happened before.

With a soft sigh, Fu Xiaoyao tossed the clothes she had taken off Lu Hanchuan onto the ground. Then, she wet a towel and began wiping him down.

I don't know if, in the process of brushing past each other, she touched some switch on him, but he suddenly became extremely uncooperative.

Though he was still asleep, he accurately slapped her hand away and prevented her from wiping him.

At first, she could hold him back, but later, his strength grew greater and greater, and she couldn't stop him anymore.

"I can't help it. Fu Xiaoyao could only throw the towel into the basin, stood up and glared at the uncomfortable man on the bed who was humming unhappily, "What do you want to do I'm wiping your body, can't you cooperate a little"

On the contrary, the man on the bed didn't respond, only moving his body slightly.

Seeing this, Fu Xiaoyao found herself amused by the fact that she was reasoning with a drunkard.

She was so angry that she couldn't think straight, a drunkard, how could he possibly hear her

Unable to bear it any longer, Fu Xiaoyao rubbed her aching temples and resignedly wrung out the towel again, ready to continue wiping him down.

However, the moment her hand touched his body, the man suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed her wrist with a sharp jerk, pulling her onto the bed.

"Ah!" Fu Xiaoyao exclaimed in surprise, not expecting things to take such a turn.

She hurriedly looked up at the man above. He was staring intently at her, his eyes filled with thick bloodshot veins, which was quite frightening to look at.

"You woke up" Fu Xiaoyao asked.

The man didn't answer, he just stared at her.

Fu Xiaoyao felt something was amiss, furrowed her brow and carefully sized the man up.

It turned out that he wasn't fully awake after all. Although his eyes were open and looking at her, his pupils were dilated and unfocused. In other words, his body was awake, but his consciousness hadn't caught up. His mind was still in a drunken state.

So this Lu Hanchuan, talking to him, he just doesn't understand at all.

Realizing this, Fu Xiaoyao stopped the words she was about to say and pushed him in the chest twice with her hands, trying to push him away so she could get up from the bed.

But unfortunately, the man's chest was like a thick wall. She pushed twice, but couldn't budge it, yet he still held onto her wrist.

The man was very strong and drunk, completely unaware of how to control his strength.

Therefore, Fu Xiaoyao's wrist was pinched painfully by her, and her small face became somewhat deformed.

"Lu Hanchuan, let me go!" Fu Xiaoyao shouted loudly, not even bothering if he could understand her.

As she cried out, she pulled her wrist outwards, trying to see if she could wrench it free.

But in the end, it proved impossible. Lu Hanchuan didn't ease up at all; instead, with her struggling, he squeezed even harder, as if he were about to break her wrist.

Fu Xiaoyao could no longer bear the pain, she cried out and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

She started to get angry, thinking that since she couldn't break free with her hands, she would use her feet. She would kick this man off the bed and see if he dared to hold on any longer.

She didn't believe he could still bring her to bed.

Thinking about it, Fu Xiaoyao took a deep breath, then slowly lifted her foot and aimed at Lu Hanchuan's thigh.

But just as she was about to kick, Lu Hanzhen suddenly moved. He flipped over, pinning her beneath him, and then leaned down, roughly kissing her slightly parted lips.

Fu Xiaoyao was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

She didn't even think he would kiss her!

"Uh..." Reacting, Fu Xiaoyao started struggling violently.

First of all, she didn't want to kiss a drunk. More importantly, she wasn't willing to have any intimate physical contact with him for now.

He and Qi Ya's thing, it's still a thorn in her heart, she doesn't want to kiss him or do that until that thorn is pulled out or softened.

So, she had to push him away!

Thinking about this, Fu Xiaoyao's eyes flashed several times with struggle, but finally the struggle was replaced by determination. She gritted her teeth and took a hard bite on Lu Hanchuan's lips.

Lu Hanchuan's movements stopped, a pair of lifeless dark eyes looked down at her, as if lost in thought.

Seeing this, Fu Xiaoyao seized the opportunity and quickly pushed him away.

Lu Hanchuan was pushed aside, his head bumping into the hard object at the headboard, causing him to let out a muffled grunt.

Fu Xiaoyao heard this sound and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly went to check on him, and finally saw that he had only been bumped, nothing serious. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." Fu Xiaoyao apologized while picking up Lu Hanchuan's pajamas and haphazardly putting them on him.

But he wasn't cooperating, so the process of dressing him was extremely tiring for her. By the time she finally got him dressed, she was exhausted and panting heavily.

"Alright, just go to sleep now and stop making a fuss." Fu Xiaoyao tucked the blanket over Lu Hanchuan, coaxing him like a child. Then she picked up the basin on the floor and went to the bathroom to empty the water.

After pouring it out, she stood by the bed and looked at him deeply for a while. She picked up his dirty clothes and quietly left the room.

"Aunt Song, I'm leaving this with you." Fu Xiaoyao handed the dirty clothes to Aunt Song while pointing upstairs.

Aunt Song understood her meaning and nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, I will take care of Mr. Li. But Madam, are you really leaving Why don't you stay for the night!"

"No, Uncle Liu gave it to me. Goodbye." Fu Xiaoyao smiled and waved goodbye as she walked toward the entrance hall.

Back at the apartment, it was already 5 AM.

Fu Xiaoyao opened the door and stepped into the room. After yawning, she took off her coat and flopped onto the bed, falling asleep quickly.

But she hadn't been asleep for long when the phone on her bedside table suddenly rang.

"Hello Who is this" Fu Xiaoyao closed her eyes, fumbled for her phone and put it to her ear. Her voice was soft and mumbled with a noticeable drowsiness as she spoke into the phone.ils constricted to needle-point size, and the color drained from her face at a visible rate.She remembered, Yu Lin had indeed stepped aside for a while, just as she was pouring herself another glass o...