socalfunplaces Chapter 514 After carrying two and holding one, Ye Fan was exhausted.
Chapter 514 After carrying two and holding one, Ye Fan was exhausted.
"Yes, yes! Stay!"
Jiang Wanyi nodded hurriedly, like a chick pecking at rice, afraid they would insist on leaving: "We can go shopping together tomorrow morning."
Xuanxuan and Sisi were already feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Upon hearing that there was a soft bed they could lie down on immediately, their last bit of resistance vanished instantly, and they obediently allowed Ye Fan to help them sit back down in their chairs.
"Brother Ye Fan!"
Jiang Wanyi pitifully tugged at Ye Fan's sleeve, her voice thick with nasal congestion and a hint of coquetry, completely shirking her responsibilities as the manager:
"Could you help me get them to the guest room? My legs are as weak as noodles... I really can't carry them..."
"Okay." Ye Fan chuckled helplessly.
He stepped forward and attacked with both hands.
His broad, strong arms, one on each side, firmly embraced Xuanxuan and Sisi's slender waists, which were unusually limp due to drunkenness.
The two girls were so drunk that they leaned almost half their weight on him.
As they moved, their warm body temperature, the soft touch unique to young girls, and the scent of alcohol mixed with a faint perfume were clearly and strongly transmitted through their thin clothes.
Ye Fan could even feel the slight trembling of the waist beneath his palm and the smoothness of the fabric.
After much effort, they finally managed to "move" the two women into the guest room and gently laid them down on the large double bed.
At this moment, the effects of the alcohol are fully released.
The moment they touched the soft bed, they deflated like punctured balloons, collapsing without any warning.
Her jet-black hair was scattered messily on the white pillow.
Because of the movement, Xuanxuan's T-shirt neckline was slightly crooked, revealing a small section of her delicate collarbone and a hint of her fair cleavage.
Sisi's skirt was also rubbed up, revealing a section of smooth and firm thigh skin.
The flushed face, a result of alcohol, spread across their fair skin like the finest rouge.
Her chest, rising and falling gently with her even breathing, outlined an alluring curve in the dim light of the bedside lamp, exuding a youthful and defenseless temptation.
Ye Fan's gaze lingered on the inadvertently revealed glimpse of spring for an extremely brief half-second, and a surge of heat instantly rose from his lower abdomen.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the erotic thoughts stirred up by the alcohol and the scene before him, and cursed himself inwardly.
He almost frantically grabbed the soft air-conditioning blanket next to him and quickly and tightly covered the two exquisite and fatally alluring youthful bodies on the bed, leaving only two rosy, sleeping faces exposed.
After doing all this, he quickly retreated to the doorway, and with a soft "click," he swiftly closed the guest room door.
He then felt his inexplicably rapid heartbeat calm down a little, but the soft touch remaining in his palm and the sweet fragrance of the girl lingering in his nose lingered for a while.
Ye Fan returned to the restaurant and immediately saw Jiang Wanyi holding onto the back of a chair, swaying as she tried to stand up.
She seemed to want to meet him, but the alcohol had already numbed her senses, and her legs were too weak to obey her commands.
As soon as she took a step, she was like a kite with a broken string, lightly but uncontrollably falling towards the ground.
Ye Fan's pupils contracted, and he rushed forward in a flash, his strong arms firmly catching her slender yet surprisingly supple waist at the critical moment.
A warm, soft body suddenly enveloped him, carrying a strong smell of alcohol and a faint, sweet fragrance.
"Why did you drink so much?" Ye Fan scolded in a low voice, but his tone contained a pity that he himself did not realize.
Her body temperature pressed against me through the thin fabric of her clothes, feeling a little hot.
Jiang Wanyi's already stunningly beautiful face, now flushed with the effects of the wine, resembled a peach petal moistened by morning dew, spreading a breathtaking crimson hue, even the corners of her eyes held a captivating allure.
Her vision blurred with drunkenness, and it took her a while to recognize the person in front of her. Suddenly, she flashed a silly, unguarded smile, and her arms instinctively wrapped softly around Ye Fan's neck: "Having fun with my best friend! I indulged in a few too many drinks!"
Her breath was warm as she leaned closer, almost whispering in his ear, "But seeing Brother Ye Fan makes me even happier!"
Even when she was so drunk that her mind was hazy and the world was spinning, this little girl still displayed her innate, almost instinctive, charm and coquettishness to the fullest.
Ye Fan sighed helplessly, bent down slightly, put one hand under her knees and the other hand firmly supporting her back, and carried her horizontally towards the master bedroom.
He glanced down at the wine stains and lingering smell of barbecue cigarettes on her clothes and frowned. "You smell terrible. You need to wash up before you can sleep."
"Mmm...okay..." Jiang Wanyi responded softly, like a cat that had found a source of warmth, subconsciously rubbing her burning cheek against his firm chest, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Ye Fan looked down at her with her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her fingers too weak to lift, and knew full well that expecting her to wash herself was nothing short of a pipe dream.
He resignedly took a breath; there was no escaping his role as "personal butler" tonight.
This is definitely a tough job that tests both patience and physical strength.
A drunk person's body feels like it's falling apart. Not only is it heavier than usual, but it's also like a puddle of soft mud soaked in water, making it impossible to exert any strength or find any support.
Even though Ye Fan's physique had been enhanced, he still needed to constantly tense all his muscles and carefully maintain his balance while holding her.
He placed her on the non-slip mat in the bathroom and had to be extra careful, turning on the warm water and gently wiping her cheeks and neck, avoiding sensitive areas, and carefully cleaning away the sticky residue.
The warm, damp towel rubbed against her delicate, flushed skin, sending a slight shiver down her spine.
Throughout the entire process, he held his breath, having to resist the dual impact of sight and touch while controlling his strength. When he finally dried her off, changed her into a clean bathrobe, and steadily carried her back to the large bed, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Ye Fan's forehead.
At this moment, Jiang Wanyi was nestled in the soft, cloud-like bedding. Her skin, now cleansed of wine stains, was clear, rosy, and radiant with a pearly glow.
Her flushed cheeks were still burning hot, and her long, thick eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under her eyelids, trembling gently with her soft breaths.
She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, but her red lips unconsciously parted slightly, emitting a soft, cat-like moan. Her fragile yet alluring posture, somewhere between sleep and reverie, exuded a breathtaking attraction under the dim, ambiguous light of the bedside lamp.
Ye Fan sat on the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling slightly to calm his breathing, his gaze lingering uncontrollably on her fresh and languid face after her bath.