Weilan fumbled with her clothes, feeling drowsy. She lay sprawled inside the closet and, without knowing how, soon became motionless!
Lu Hechen's gaze rested on Weilan's back, watching her lay in the closet, her enchanting silhouette entering his view, utterly flawless.
His eyes grew deeper and deeper.
He didn't move but stood tall at the door. From his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette, about to light it when he suddenly realized something and put it back.
Lu Hechen stood for a while, then stretched out his hand and knocked on the open door with his long, curved fingers.
The sound of "knock, knock, knock" came, startling Weilan, who was almost asleep on the closet.
She turned her head slowly and saw a tall figure. The glossy leather shoes caught the light, and above them was a well-built, perfectly proportioned body.
She had drunk too much and felt dizzy, nearly losing her balance.
"Who?" she asked, head drooping, clearly a beat slow in her reaction.
Weilan caught Lu Hechen's intense gaze. It held a dark depth that would probably be too much for any man to withstand.
He still had his wits about him, barely.
But for now, she needed clothes.
He planned to walk over and drape a garment over Weilan to prevent her from catching cold.
He quickly approached Weilan, and before he could act, she suddenly looked up.
Their eyes met, and Lu Hechen forgot his next move, captivated by her innocent eyes, free from impurities.
Shen Weilan raised her head, her blurry vision filled by an extraordinarily handsome male face, with deep-set features and sharp, dark eyes that left a lasting impression with just one glance.
Where had she seen him before?
With her head tilted, Weilan thought for a while before it suddenly dawned on her. She widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Ah, Lu Hechen, a ghost?"
The man frowned, bemused: "So what if I am a ghost?"
"I'm not afraid of ghosts. Gah—" Weilan said as she burped, exhaling a fragrance mixed with strong alcohol. "Lu Hechen, since you dare to show up dead, I'll tell you, listen well, I, Shen Weilan, screw your granddad."
Lu Hechen's eyes narrowed, emotions churning in the depths, his voice husky with amusement, "I don't have a granddad."
Weilan cocked her head, muttering, "Then, I'll screw you."
Any man would have a reaction to such a challenge, or else he would probably be impotent.
Lu Hechen pulled Weilan into his arms, his thin lips close to her face, and through gritted teeth challenged, "Do you dare?"
Weilan was taken aback, somewhat at a loss: "Dare what?"
Lu Hechen didn't answer, his gaze sharp, fixating on her.
Weilan felt an unfriendly stare overhead and thought for a moment, "Oh, you mean what I said just now?"
"Uh-huh!" the man snorted coldly.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Weilan leaned forward, eyes closed, and mumbled, "If you have the guts, don't leave during the day. I'm really sleepy now; I'll sleep with you after I wake up, ah.... I'm so sleepy!"
As she spoke, she yawned, oblivious to the fact that she was lying in his arms and he was on the verge of losing control.
"Why during the day?"
Weilan, not yet fast asleep, replied: "Ghosts, only roam at night."
"Ha!" Lu Hechen's eyebrows twisted, realizing she really thought he was a ghost. He held her tight and said in a low voice, "Since you've made such a claim, why not do it now."
His voice was so deep, filled with a man's unique magnetic charisma, like the rich tones of a cello, deeply stirring.
Weilan, with unfocused eyes, faced the man before her, aware only that his eyes were unusually dark and his gaze extraordinarily sharp.
"You, can you handle it?" she seemed to have a bit of consciousness left.
As his brows knitted together again, she suddenly smiled, her flushed face displaying reckless courage, drowsily saying, "I don't mind if you're a ghost. Now, you're my ghost. I'm sad today, stay with me...."