Hopelessly drunk

Caihong opened her mouth to say something but in the end, she couldn't. Her gaze fell on the goons and she stiffened.

"Only till the camp…" she looked away.

Xiaosi stared at her for a moment, then bent and picked her again. She automatically wrapped her hands around his neck. 

A strong gust of wind blew past them and her hair fluttered on his cheeks. He lowered his gaze and looked at her. She quickly tucked them behind her ear and averted her eyes. "Sorry."

Xiaosi cleared his throat. He looked up at the dark sky and narrowed his eyes.

Is there a storm coming? This is bad. We need to get to the camp as soon as possible.

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Han villa.

With Han Huizhong out on a trip and Zhiyuan, Xinyi and Siying out for a picnic too, Zizi became hell bored in the house all alone. Han Guang and Han Mingli were also out, too, attending a rich socialite's banquet for the night.