C112 (1/2)

In another taxi, Ye Han sat in the passenger seat while Zhou Tong sat in the backseat, steadily heading towards Hong Kong's new era apartment.

As time passed, Zhou Tong felt dizzy, his face burning like wine, and his entire body felt uncomfortable.

Ye Han was a soldier after all, and his body was sturdy, so he didn't have much of a reaction.

When the car arrived at the apartment building, Ye Han did not get out of the car. Instead, he turned around and saw that something was wrong with Zhou Tong. He paid for the carriage and helped her down.

”What's the matter with you?” Ye Han supported her, clearly feeling that her limbs were weak and she couldn't even stand properly.

”I think I drank too much. I'm dizzy.” Zhou Tong wanted to walk forward, but he stumbled and fell into Zhou Tong's arms.

Ye Han's heart was flustered, but he still held her tightly, almost hugging her, and helped her into the elevator.

”Do you want to vomit?”

Her body grew softer and softer, and he had to take her in his arms.

She did not answer the question either. It was as if her consciousness had left her and her ears were so hazy that she could not hear what was being said.

When the elevator opened, Ye Han took out the key from Zhou Tong's body and opened the door.

Summer clothes were too thin, it was so close to the skin that Ye Han actually felt his whole body heat up, his breathing quickened.

”Bam!” With a flick of his foot, the door was closed tight.

After some exercise, Ye Han felt the heat rise up in his brain and it was difficult to disperse. From time to time, waves of hot, dry, itchy, and unbearably tight feelings would surge up from his lower abdomen.

”Night, I feel unwell …” Zhou Tong raised her head and looked at Ye Han. Her vision was blurry and he was sweating profusely, but she felt like he was smiling.

Ye Han wanted to say that he also felt unwell, but he forced himself to drag her upstairs.

Ye Zichen shook his head. Why did he see Zhou Tong's face gradually become blurry? Why did her face merge with Jian Fan's? Was she Jane Fan or Zhou Tong?

”So hot!” Zhou Tong fidgeted as she tore at her skirt.

Ye Han could only grip her tighter to prevent her from moving around recklessly. In the end, he still carried her in his arms and headed straight for the bedroom.

Zhou Tong pointed at the bedroom door. Ye Han kicked it open and threw her onto the bed.

”You rest first, I'm going back.” His voice was muffled, hoarse, and a little shaky.

Before he could take a step, Zhou Tong immediately hugged him from behind. Her slightly tearful voice was filled with pleading, but it was also a man's deadliest temptation. ”Night, don't go. Can you stay with me?”

The word 'night' caused Ye Han's heart to tremble. She was Jian Fan, his' Jane '!

She always liked to call him that.

He endured to the limit and actually felt pain coming from his lower abdomen.

Ye Han closed his eyes and struggled to break through the last layer of defense.

The hand around his waist tightened, as though it was going to pull him into her embrace. Her sweaty clothes clung to his back. Ye Han only felt his back burning, and his entire body was in chaos.

”I feel so uncomfortable …” Zhou Tong didn't know what she was talking about. She only knew that her organs seemed to have been hollowed out, and she felt empty and uncomfortable. Now, she just wanted him to fill her up. She wanted his people, his love.

Ye Han took a deep breath, and finally, his desire overcame his reason. He suddenly turned around and pulled Zhou Tong into his arms, tightly holding her.

He bent his head and kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes. He had never seen Jane like this before. She begged him to stay!

He wanted to stay, he wanted to get her!

”Hiss!” There was the sound of rags being torn apart.

And then there was an ambiguous moan and a comfortable sigh...

All was scorching hot, and the chilly night breeze could not disperse the room.

After saving Yan Shaotian's life, Jian Fan brought him back home. Yan Qirui was sitting on the sofa watching the news while Pan Wenfang was reading a handout on the sofa.

Jian Fan and Yan Shaotian pushed the door open and went in to change into slippers.

”Uncle Yan, aunt.” Jane Fan smiled and greeted him politely.

Yan Shaotian restrained his smile and shouted, ”Dad, Mom, I'm back!”

”Ha, Little Fan is here too? ”Come over and sit.” Pan Wenfang put down the book and pulled Jian Fan onto the sofa, ”What's good for dinner tonight?”

”Mom, I'm going to take a shower.” Yan Shaotian turned around and went upstairs.

Yan Qirui snorted lightly. Since Jian Fan was there, he didn't say anything.

Pan Wenfang's gaze followed her son who had entered the bedroom, and then fell on Jian Fan's face, ”Did you drink at night? ”Why is your face so red?”

”Yeah.” Jian Fan smiled and stretched out his hand to touch his hot cheeks. ”To eat at the roadside stall, the crayfish must be eaten with beer.”

”It's good to be young. At my age, I think I already entered the hospital with this kind of food, hehe.” Pan Wenfang smiled lovingly and lifted a few strands of Jane Fan's hair.