C17 Unintentional Fragility
When a person is weak, they seem to become brittle.
As Mu Yanchen opened the car door to let Lan Xi in, he hesitated for a moment. He didn't know if he should send her home in this situation, so how was he supposed to explain this to Mu Mingsheng? What was even weirder was that it was so late. Why were they together?
Tightening his lips, he held his breath, got up and closed the door.
Ji Yao was worriedly looking at Lanxi's situation through the window, while covering his head and enduring the goosebumps that Ji Heng had ruthlessly smashed on her head. He didn't forget to cast a doubtful and disbelieving look at the domineering Mu Yanchen.
"Cough, cough …" "Um, she doesn't feel well. Do you want her to drink more hot water …" Ji Yao said with a red face.
Mu Yan Chen didn't answer and just opened the car door, not looking at them.
Naturally, he would know about this.
He also knew that the way to prevent this kind of thing from happening was to not let her step into this chaotic place. He didn't want to waste his breath on others, so he sat down with an ice-cold look on his face.
Ji Yao was disappointed. He turned around and looked at Ji Heng helplessly.
"Brother, do you know when there was such a man in Lanxi's family? She didn't even say it herself! " Ji Yao scratched his head.
Ji Heng's eyes were deep, so it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
With the strong aftereffects of the alcohol, Lan Xi felt as if her entire body was burning with discomfort. Her small hands began to pull at her clothes.
In the rearview mirror, Mu Yan Chen saw a scene like that. His handsome face turned cold for a moment as he warned in a low voice, "Wear it properly."
Who had taught her to wear such a flirtatious dress under a windbreaker? The place they should have been wrapped up was quite tightly wrapped, but the delicate and exquisite shape was so clearly outlined that when he took a glance, the veins on his forehead were bulging slightly.
However, it was as if Lan Xi couldn't hear him at all. She tore off her windbreaker, feeling much cooler than before.
"Zhi —!" He had to step on the brake.
His eyes were terrifyingly cold. He threw her half-wet windbreaker onto the back seat, took off his suit jacket, shook it off, and without a word, bent over to wrap her body tightly. She struggled and refused to cooperate.
Mu Yan Chen's face darkened, his powerful hands grabbing onto her slender wrist and pressing it against the seat with his suit. He coldly questioned with a low voice, "Do you know how old you are? You're wearing this kind of clothes? "
Lan Xi was stuck there, unable to breathe. It was hard to bear the pressure, unable to move at all. He frowned and protested with a hint of tears in his voice, "I'm hot …"
As she spoke, her small hands began to struggle again.
Mu Yan Chen held this disobedient little thing down a few times, bent his head down, and firmly pressed it against her forehead that was drenched in sweat. He frowned as he warned, "Don't move! …" I'll turn on the air conditioner. "
He was still wondering, wasn't it a stomachache? Why are you still so happy?
As expected, Lan Xi raised his tear-stained eyelashes and looked at him, then spat out two more words, "…" "I'm hungry."
Mu Yan let out a breath. He felt that he had sweated just now after tossing and turning a few times. His cold eyes swept the area, but his voice was still soft. "What do you want to eat?"
"Cake." Her voice was soft and clear again.
Just as Mu Yan Chen thought this was easy to deal with, he heard her confused voice again, "Birthday cake."
His face darkened again.
In the car by the roadside, he was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice, "Sit." "Wait for me."
Get out of the car and lock the door.
Mu Yan Chen was a little confused. He was sure that he wasn't such a soft-hearted person. Could it be that her patience and compromise at this moment was due to the weakness she displayed towards him?
But by the time she got back to the car with the cake, she was asleep against the cool window.
