Chapter 877: Chapter 876 Hold Me Tight

“No, that’s not right.” Si Limo thought for a moment and revealed a handsome smile, “I have already made you a real woman, you are not a little girl anymore.”

His sudden statement made Qiao Xiaren blush. Is a devoted gesture enough for you to brag about for a lifetime?

Si Limo didn’t seem to think this was a shameful topic. His well-defined fingers lifted her chin, his lips curving into a slightly rakish smile, “My beauty, would you like to join me for a drink?”

“Drink, let’s drink, who’s afraid?”

Qiao Xiaren sat up lazily, reaching out to take the wine glass from his hand, gently clinked it with his, and elegantly sipped a small mouthful.

“This wine has a strong aftereffect, don’t drink too much.”

Hearing his reminder, Qiao Xiaren suddenly smiled dreamily, tossed her head back, and drank the wine in her glass in one go, the glass descending without a drop spilled.

“You clearly know that I’m the type of person who does the opposite of what others advise me to do. Mr. Si, is it your intention to get me drunk?”

After several drinks, she leaned trustingly in his arms, her consciousness already seemingly blurry.

He looked down at the person sprawled in his embrace, somewhat helpless.

“Even giving a reminder is wrong now?”

He could not help but stretch out a finger to trace her lips.

She suddenly sat up slightly, her fingers probing into his coat, finally resting on his shoulder, “Limo, thank you.”

Qiao Xiaren felt as if this life were like a dream, but his presence gave her a sense of reality.

She began to talk about past things, speaking like a child about bygone days, murmuring whether for him to hear or for herself.

Seeing she was already quite confused, he coaxed her and with a princess carry, walked towards the villa.

Seeing her drunk like this, sobering tea was indispensable, otherwise, she’d wake up with a headache tomorrow.

At this hour, Aunt Ping was asleep; he had to do it himself.

Qiao Xiaren did not know how long she had been dazed, she felt as though she was being carried into a room, he set her down, her back against the soft bed.

Si Limo placed her on the bed, picked up the fallen blanket beside her, and tenderly tucked her in.

He wanted to wipe her hands and face, but suddenly Qiao Xiaren grabbed his hand.

She lay there, those exceptionally beautiful eyes quietly watching him, as if reflecting all brilliance within them, slowly radiating.

When she was quiet, there was a softness about her that wasn’t seen on other days.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t leave.”

His expression paused, and he clasped her hand in return, “I won’t leave, Ranran, let me wipe your face.”

She started shaking her head, gripping his hand even tighter, stubborn in a way that made him helpless.

He felt a bit of a headache; she was always like this when drunk, like a child.

“Alright, I won’t leave. I’m going to start doing bad things.”

Watching her in a somewhat bewitched state, he really couldn’t resist not teasing her; he absolutely couldn’t miss such an opportunity.

Suddenly, the wall light was turned off, plunging the room into darkness. Si Limo was startled for a moment, feeling her approach, his breathing slightly halted.

She reached out to cradle his face, found his lips, and kissed him, seeking a trace of warmth.

Outside, the high-rise buildings and beautiful night view paled in comparison to the person before him.

He closed his eyes and pushed her down beneath him.

“Hold me tight.”

“Mhm.”

She complied, her hands slowly wrapping around his back.