A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

"Nie Xiyu..."

Ruan Peichen's eyes were confused, and his voice was very hoarse because of his drunkenness.

West Elm couldn't help but stop and look at him.

Ruan Peichen was not very conscious. He raised his head and pressed his forehead, feeling uncomfortable. He rarely drank like this, because Ruan told him all day long that drinking too much alcohol would affect his thinking.

Ruan Peichen slowly got up, but his hands didn't have much strength, and he fell down again as soon as he got up. West Elm, who was crushed under him, was unlucky and hummed.

This time, Ruan Peichen felt that he was still suppressing himself.

There was a faint body fragrance coming from the soft body below him. Ruan Peichen looked up and recognized it was West Elm.

"Nie Xiyu, why are you here?"

Xielm was uncomfortable being pressed by Ruan Peichen, and the two of them were so close to each other, the smell of alcohol on his body penetrated into her nose, making her feel a little bit drunk.

Xielm was not used to meeting Ruan Peichen's eyes like this, with such close contact, his cheeks were slightly hot, and pale pink covered his neck. Hearing Ruan Peichen's words, Xielm was surprised.

"Ruan Peichen, have you forgotten that you asked me to stay?"

Ruan Peichen thought for a while, and felt that there seemed to be such a thing.

West Elm was used to Ruan Peichen's indifferent and wise demeanor, and it was the first time he saw Ruan Peichen who was in a daze, with little sense of sharpness and alienation, and he even found it a little funny.

"Nie Xiyu... I just remembered, you are Nie Dongsang's younger sister. Have I met you before?"

While talking, Ruan Peichen lowered his head again, and this time he buried his head directly on West Elm's neck.

The warm breath sprinkled on West Elm's skin, so sensitive that it frightened her.

Gritting his teeth, West Elm turned Ruan Peichen over forcefully, and the oppressive feeling on his body finally disappeared.

She glanced back at Ruan Peichen's peaceful sleeping face, filled with thoughts.

Maybe it was because the lighting in the room was too soft, or maybe it was because the drunk Ruan Peichen didn't look as cold as before, West Elm just stared at Ruan Peichen so quietly for a long time.

Ruan Peichen's face in front of him was mature, with sharp edges and corners, full of the breath of a mature man.

But West Elm looked at him, but couldn't help but overlap the young Ruan Peichen who was still between a boy and a man in his memory with the face in front of him,

By coincidence, Xiyu stretched out his hand to caress Ruan Peichen's eyebrows.

Ruan Peichen frowned, but did not open his eyes.

West Elm sighed vaguely, and said to himself: "Ruan Peichen, you only know that I am Dongsang's younger sister, but... in fact, we have met each other a long time ago, although you forgot..."

As West Elm said, he was about to get up and leave, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Xi Yu was startled, and before he could turn his head, a huge force came from his wrist, pulling Xi Yu back to the bed.

West Elm fell on top of Ruan Peichen, and then Ruan Peichen turned over and crushed him.

West Elm stared blankly at Ruan Peichen's dark eyes, his eyes were completely different from before, sharp and cold, without a trace of drunkenness!

"What did I forget, when did we meet?"

The cold voice shouted a little hoarse, but he was clearly not drunk, Xielm's heart sank, and he tightened his grip on the quilt under him.

"Aren't you drunk?"

"Do you think I'm going to get myself drunk? Do you mean I'm drunk and you're going to run away tonight?"

West Elm didn't bother to refute, if he was drunk, wouldn't it be normal for her to leave by herself?