Chapter 118 - The Night After The Shots (4)

Yang Zheyan was sure she wasn't sober yet due to that smile. He extended a hand to help her up. "Come, let's get you back to bed." 

Xiong Jingfei suddenly stood up and hugged him. His helpful extended hand stayed in the air, while his chest takes in the warmth coming from her. Yep, she is not sober! 

When he tried moving her, her feet didn't move along with him. With the way things were going, he was going to end up dragging her across the floor. 

"If you don't start walking, don't blame me for what I'm going to do next." Yang Zheyan warned, but she didn't move her feet. He smirked, "Please excuse my rude behavior."

He lifted her up and carried her back to the bed. After putting her down, she kept staring at him, unblinking. Her eyes followed him when he went into the small kitchen to grab a glass cup and back. She was acting like a curious child. 

Yang Zheyan didn't smile, but his eyes were twinkling from the way she was staring him. He pulled a chair and sat down next to her bedside. Pouring the water from the bottle into the cup, he said, "Is my face that interesting?"

Of course, she didn't answer him. 

"Go to sleep after drinking this," Yang Zheyan handed her the cup, and she obediently drank it. He tucked her in, treating her like a child. She kept staring back at him without closing her eyes, "Sleep." 

Using his hands, he tried closing her eyes, but they popped right open again. Yeah, he was right to not leave her alone tonight. What if she hurt herself by wondering endlessly, or walk into a stranger's room? Too many possibilities were running through his head on what she could have done. 

Yang Zheyan pointed at her, "You're not allowed to drink this much ever again. Now, be good and go to sleep." 

Well, those weren't "the" magical words for her. She didn't and wouldn't close her eyes. It was like Yang Zheyan was an alien. So if she happened to close her eyes, he would suddenly disappear. 

"Do you want a goodnight kiss?" Yang Zheyan joked, leaning downward to make it seem like he was going to do it. 

When he got closer to her, he couldn't do it with the way she kept staring back at him. He was starting to feel guilty for even mentioning it. Just as he was pulling out of his own tease, she grabbed him by the face and planted one for him. 

Yang Zheyan could smell and taste the alcohol coming from her lips. He didn't have a single drink tonight, but he was also starting to feel intoxicated. Blood pumping through his body down to his lower region. 

Pushing her against the bed head, he was about to go in for more. He wanted and needed more! 

Just as his lips slightly touched hers, she pushed him away and covered her mouth. Making an odd sound… He was really hoping it wasn't the kind of sound he was thinking of, but he was right. 

"W-woah, wait!" Yang Zheyan tried backing away from her, yet he didn't make it in time. She ended up doing it!

Puking all over him… 

Being a mysophobia person, he was on the verge of puking too. He was using all his willpower not to do it. 

Xiong Jingfei sighed in relief. She laid back down on the bed and finally closed her eyes. 

Yang Zheyan covered his mouth and rushed into the bathroom. Trying to get away from her as far as possible was one solution. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, at the same time, not wanting to touch the buttons that go her "stuff" all over. 

Holding onto his spirit that was slowly leaving his body. He picked up the hotel phone and dialed the receptionist's desk. 

"Hello, Sir. How may I help you?" The receptionist politely answered. 

She was aware the call was coming from the presidential suite. On the phone screen, it tells them when someone from their best room is calling in. It was to make sure these guests of theirs were treated with priority. They were spending five times the amount for one room compared to the regular rooms. 

"I…" Yang Zheyan almost puked, thinking about what just happened. "I need two pair of outfit to change into, for a female and male. Also, I need ointment for a burn." 

"Right away, sir." The receptionist replied, not asking why for his requests. 

It didn't take long for someone to come knocking. 

Yang Zheyan fixed his pale face and wanting to throw up attitude. Being shirtless, he opened the door. It was a female worker who was in charge of delivering their outfits. Good thing, he needed a female worker for his next order. 

"Change her out of that dress and have it dry clean by tomorrow morning. Be gentle with her." 

"Y-yes, sir." The female worker nervously answered. She was unable to take her eyes off Yang Zheyan's face and body. She didn't think the person in their best room was someone who looked like him. 

Ignoring the way she was looking at him. He grabbed the male outfit and walked into the bathroom. Immediately stripping himself, he jumped into the hot shower and scrubbed his skin until it turned red. 

Thank goodness, her vomit did not land on her or the bed. Yang Zheyan doesn't know if he should be thankful her puke landed on him and not her. He covered his mouth again in the shower at the thought.  

When he got out, the female worker was still in the room with them. Ignoring her again, he checked in on Xiong Jingfei. She was changed and sleeping like a baby. He wanted to pinch those peach cheeks of hers! Jeez, she does not realize what she had just put him through! 

"Sir, is there anything else I can do for you~?" The female worker asked, blushing as she stared at his back.