Chapter 1470 - 1467: Looks Like I Can’t Make It Today

Chapter 1470: Chapter 1467: Looks Like I Can’t Make It Today

What was the point!

"Don’t mention it, bad luck! I can’t perform today. Look at me like this. Oh... bring a bottle of beer, then let’s talk! I’m vexed, brother!" Han Wenxi said, brushing his fallen bangs away from his forehead in frustration.

"Oh, haha, you want to drink away your sorrows! But you’ll only feel more sorrowful." Ah De teased deliberately.

"Damn, stop talking and bring the drinks." Han Wenxi said with a bit of irritation.

"Wait a moment, Handsome Xi!" Ah De said, then took a dark green bottle from the counter, opened it with a bottle opener, and with a "pop~" sound, the aroma of the wine wafted out. He then handed it to Han Wenxi.

Just as he was about to grab it, a pair of slender hands were faster and snatched the bottle away.

Han Wenxi turned his head in surprise, his eyes even more astonished upon seeing the person.

"Yi Bing~" Han Wenxi called out, overwhelmed with various emotions, feeling as if chewing wax—bitter, just bitter...

"Ah De already said, drinking just increases sorrow." Zi Ruoxi said seriously, then seeing the bruises on his cheeks, her eyes softened as she slowly continued, "Besides, you’re injured. Drinking will only inflame the wounds."

She obviously had feelings for him, yet still hurt him heartlessly... Why... Suddenly, at this moment, Han Wenxi couldn’t quite understand her. If she chooses not to love, why come closer... Is she trying to see me bruised and battered...

"Don’t bother about me." Han Wenxi said coldly, then as he attempted to snatch the bottle from Zi Ruoxi’s hands, her nimble arm easily avoided him. He missed his mark.

Forget it.

"Bring another bottle!" Han Wenxi shouted toward Ah De at the counter. At this moment, Ah De hesitated, glancing at Zi Ruoxi—for or against—it’s evident he shouldn’t drink.

Suddenly.

"You really want to drink, right? Fine, I’ll join you." Zi Ruoxi said, then put the bottle to her mouth, tilted her head back, and gulped it down.

Han Wenxi was startled; how could she drink? Since she arrived here, she’d never touched a drop of alcohol, and the beer’s cold—doesn’t she avoid cold things~

"Yi Bing, what are you doing~" Han Wenxi exclaimed, quickly standing up, and snatched the bottle from her.

Cough cough cough~~ a difficult, choking cough hit her, inflaming her throat... feeling so uncomfortable. Zi Ruoxi couldn’t help but lean forward, clutching her chest with both hands.

Han Wenxi quickly helped her sit on a chair, lightly patting her back.

"If you can’t drink, don’t force yourself! Do you know, what you’re doing will make me worry..." Han Wenxi said gently, yet with a slight tone of reprimand, his bright eyes exceptionally warm.

Zi Ruoxi lifted her head to look at him.

"If you don’t drink, I won’t drink either!" Zi Ruoxi stubbornly said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Uh...

"Haha! Okay, okay, okay, I won’t drink... I won’t drink, alright..." Han Wenxi said with both annoyance and amusement. Such a fool using this method to dissuade him. Unconsciously, his heart warmed... Does her action mean something... Yi Bing, she cares for me, she cares...

Thinking of this, Han Wenxi laughed in delight, the gloomy face disappearing, though still showing bruises and swelling.

Zi Ruoxi’s curious gaze deepened. Suddenly concerned with this question.

"Why do you fight again? Is fighting fun? You can’t even care for yourself, can’t win against others, can’t even escape!" Zi Ruoxi expressed a series of criticisms, not realizing anything wrong, just her tendency to reprimand.

And now, the topic seemed to circle back. Han Wenxi grinned brightly.

"Who’s saying I can’t win, that guy is just weak, not my fault!" Han Wenxi said, mischievously bright eyes hinting something.

Uh... Zi Ruoxi was speechless, these... these... these words... reminded her of previous encounters, asking similar questions—the same scene, same people, same experience...

Instantly, tears welled up in Zi Ruoxi’s eyes, shimmering visibly—were these tears? This feeling... was touching...

Two lines of tears slipped unnoticed on her face, as she couldn’t help being moved to tears...

At this moment, without more words needed, he understood her heart, his bruised yet handsome face softened gently. He stepped forward, cupped her cheeks, and slowly kissed away her tears, feeling the salty drops on his tongue, finally swallowed them, storing in his heart, emotions transformed drip by drip into a lake, merging into the sea...

Zi Ruoxi remained unmoving, deeply touched by his gentle, light, beautiful kiss...

She fell into this emotion uncontrollably, unable to extricate herself... She thought she would never be moved again, never feel love... Yet, everything came naturally... Love silently returns again...

......

This moment, unnoticed, was witnessed entirely by the man not far from the entrance, he watched the pair with astonished eyes. Jian Shui’s pupils were amazed by the scene, taking time to come back to his senses. Walking beside him, Fei Ge noticed the scene briefly, and unnoticeably patted his shoulder thoughtfully.

"Ya Xuan, long time no see! New romance lately?" Fei Ge asked, seemingly unaware of Li Yaxuan’s unusual gaze.

"Wait a minute." Li Yaxuan seemed annoyed by the interruption. Frowning, he continued gazing at the captivating scene.

Fei Ge suddenly sensed something off about his gaze...

......

Han Wenxi kissed away her tears, large hands caressing her smooth, snowy face, eyes fixed on those delicate red lips, he wanted to kiss them...

But just as he lowered his head, ready to lean in, she unexpectedly turned away, a maiden’s shyness painted on her gentle cheeks. In that missed moment, she rested her head on his shoulder, while he embraced her naturally.

Han Wenxi smiled, knowing she wasn’t rejecting him, she just wasn’t ready. He thought, "Yi Bing, you don’t need to worry. I will surely protect you, let you be happy forever."

"It’s so hard to drink!" Han Wenxi couldn’t help but joke.

Zi Ruoxi raised her head in surprise.

"What?" Zi Ruoxi asked puzzledly, unsure what he meant.

"Your tears!" Han Wenxi said mysteriously, pinching her delicate nose.