Tired of playing the game of connecting idioms, Gu Qinglan kept clamoring to take a bath.

"Mr. Yan, I can bathe on my own," Gu Qinglan seemed much more awake.

Mr. Yan let him go.

Boom boom...

Note: The Chinese characters '砰砰' represent onomatopoeia for a rhythmic pounding or thumping sound.

"Mister Yan..." Gu Qinglan's voice came from the bathroom. Mr. Yan hurried over, and Gu Qinglan, trapped inside the bathroom, held onto the door and said, "I can't get out."

Mr. Yan pushed the door aside and saw Gu Qinglan standing at the entrance of the bathroom, drenched from head to toe.

"Are you taking a shower with your clothes on?"

Gu Qinglan lowered her head and took a look, rubbing her eyes. "Huh?"

Mr. Yan knew deep down that he shouldn't really argue with a drunk person.

"Anyway, even if I'm going to take it off, why not wear clothes while washing? It's so much easier like this..." Gu Qinglan scratched the back of her head, water droplets still clinging to her face, her damp hair sticking to the sides of her temples. Her intoxicated eyes gazed at him, lips slightly moist with a hint of powder. The red and white top soaked in water cascaded downwards, revealing her fair neck and collarbone.

Mr. Yan leaned against the doorframe, one hand resting on it, while the other gently lifted his chin. He lowered his head and kissed his moist lips, leaving Gu Qinglan standing there, blinking in astonishment.

Mr. Yan's tongue slipped between his lips and teeth. Gu Qinglan obediently parted her lips, and a hazy electric current surged through her body. Their tongues met, the taste of mint bringing delight. Gu Qinglan naively held onto his tongue, lightly sucking on it. The breath between them was filled with the fragrance of violet wine. Soon, she was forcefully overwhelmed, compelled to tilt her head back to endure his temperature and strength. Gu Qinglan wanted to push him away, but his grip was gentle. She was almost out of breath, as if heavily intoxicated, her heart racing and her face flushed.

Mr. Yan slightly loosened his grip, allowing Gu Qinglan to catch his breath. He cupped his face and caressed it gently, then Mr. Yan kissed him again, this time deeper and longer. Gu Qinglan closed his eyes in a daze and followed his rhythm.

Finally, after the kiss, Mr. Yan pulled him into his arms. Gu Qinglan collided with his chest and smiled unknowingly, saying, "Mr. Yan, you smell so good."

Mr. Yan really wanted to go further, and Gu Qinglan had already fallen drunk in his arms, her wet clothes making his sleepwear sticky.

Mr. Yan's eyes were tinted with a faint darkness, his breathing slightly heavy. His hand reached into his damp and heavy coat, lingering on his waist for a long time, trying his best to restrain his emotions. Gu Qinglan also rubbed against him, murmuring dreamily, as if talking about Mr. Yan.

Mr. Yan's expressive brow furrowed into a striking and handsome mountain range, but eventually relaxed. He gently smoothed his brow and rubbed the back of the person's neck in his arms.

Mr. Yan helped him take off his damp clothes and put on comfortable pajamas. As Gu Qinglan held him, he hummed, "Mr. Yan, what are you doing..."

What's going on? Just as he was halfway through speaking, Mr. Yan ignored his babbling and turned off the lights. The moonlight tonight is quite beautiful.

The sun rises late in City C, emitting a weak and lackluster light.

Gu Qinglan was dreaming. In the dream, she was lying in bed with Mr. Yan. The scene in the dream was all blushing pink, accompanied by excessively sweet and affectionate sounds...

"Gosh...” He flapped and abruptly sat up, turning his head to see the person sleeping beside him. Mr. Yan, who was sound asleep, furrowed his brows. Gu Qinglan quickly lowered her breathing and glanced down at her own body, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

Come on, it's just a dream. Why are you so flustered?

Gu Qinglan patted her own cheek and said, "I got drunk last night. I hope I didn't do anything foolish..."

Mr. Yan didn't seem to have slept well last night. He furrowed his brows all the way, causing Gu Qinglan to feel apprehensive. "Mr. Yan, did I inconvenience you last night?"

This is absolutely outrageous! How can there be such an incompetent bodyguard in this world? Gu Qinglan berated herself harshly.

Mr. Yan's brows relaxed as he said, "There's a troublesome little tiger that keeps coming towards me, disturbing my sleep."

Gu Qinglan's face flushed slightly, "Huh? No, I have always had good sleeping habits."

"Someone was bothering me all night yesterday."

Gu Qinglan stared with terrified eyes, "Is it a female ghost?"

Mr. Yan looked at him, his eyes filled with profound meaning. "It's a male ghost." It seems like this guy has completely forgotten about what happened last night, or is he pretending to be clueless?

Gu Qinglan pondered and still had some impression, but he couldn't distinguish whether it was a dream or reality. He really couldn't tell.

Touching the slightly painful corner of his mouth, Gu Zhaoqing tried to deceive himself: Impossible, it must have been because I ate crayfish last night!