Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang lovingly carried Han Zaiyin on his back as he walked out of the bar, denying, "Wife, you are so funny. I only know a little bit about divination and metaphysics. How can I know any strange and evil magic?"

Han Zaiyin, who was drunk, hugged Lin Lang's neck and said weakly: "But husband, why did that little gangster suddenly pierce his boss' cheek with a knife?"

Lin Lang lied with a smirk on his face, "I see two possibilities. One is that the gangster is extremely nearsighted and has astigmatism. He wanted to stab me with a knife, but ended up stabbing his boss in the cheek."

"Husband, you said I was really funny, but I think you are really funny. What's the second possibility?" Han Zaiyin laughed drunkenly with some slurred speech.

Lin Lang continued to lie and replied: "The second possibility is that it was a stupid big gangster with a knife. He was drunk like you and awkwardly stabbed the wrong target, leaving a bloody hole in his boss' cheek."

"Hehe...husband, is it really not you who is using this strange and evil magic?"

Lin Lang pretended to be innocent and replied: "I really met a 'silly roe deer'. These little hooligans fought among themselves. I have nothing to do with it."

"But husband, don't you always say that you know a thing or two about everything?"

"I'm just pretending to know a little bit about everything. I really don't know anything about mysterious things like strange magic!"

As soon as Lin Lang carried Han Zaiyin out of COTTON Bar, Han Zaiyin became restless on his back.

Han Zaiyin's little hands were seen waving in the air, as if conducting an invisible symphony, and she was mumbling incoherent words: "Husband can still drink, you can continue drinking with me after we get home..."

Han Zaiyin's legs were also swinging dishonestly, and from time to time she would lightly kick Lin Lang's waist, with the force that was like a kitten acting coquettish. Her head swayed left and right, and her soft hair brushed against Lin Lang's cheek, making him feel itchy.

"Wife, you are already drunk, you can't drink anymore."

"Humph, I'm not drunk."

Han Zaiyin put his face on Lin Lang's back, as if looking for the most comfortable support.

"Okay, okay, my Miss Han isn't drunk, is that okay?"

Lin Lang carried the already intoxicated Han Zaiyin on his back and walked towards the McLaren convertible sports car with steady steps.

Han Zaiyin, who had just been well-behaved on Lin Lang for a few seconds, raised her body playfully again and hummed a tune out of tune loudly, twisting her body to the discordant melody, just like a cute elf who was acting naughty and cute after being drunk.

Is Han Jae-in drunk and acting crazy?

Yes or no.

Han Jae-in, who was half sober in the bar, felt the night breeze outside the bar gently blowing across her beautiful face, and her drunkenness suddenly became more obvious.

This is because when alcohol enters the human body, it causes blood vessels to dilate. When blown by the wind, the body loses heat quickly, and the blood vessels on the surface of the body contract, slowing down the metabolism of alcohol in the body.

In addition, cold stimulation to the head will cause the cerebral blood vessels to contract and spasm, which will aggravate symptoms of drunkenness such as dizziness, so drunkenness will be more serious after being blown by the wind.

So Han Jae-in wasn't deliberately getting drunk, but was really made even more drunk by the night breeze.

Soon, Lin Lang carried Han Zaiyin, who was very cute in her drunken state, to the passenger seat of the McLaren supercar. He carefully carried Han Zaiyin into the passenger seat with a very gentle and loving gesture.

Then, Lin Lang turned back to the driver's seat, closed the convertible immediately, and slowly raised the window, leaving only a small gap.

Han Zaiyin pouted unhappily, "Honey, I want to take a ride in your car, why did you close the convertible?"

While fastening Han Zaiyin's seat belt, Lin Lang gently replied, "Silly wife, once a drunk person is blown by the wind, he will become even more drunk and fall into a deeper intoxication."

Han Zaiyin took the opportunity to kiss Lin Lang and said with a giggle: "Hubby, it's so good to have you by my side!"

"Little fool, close your eyes and take a rest. We will be home soon."

Lin Lang kissed Han Zaiyin affectionately, then gently pressed the one-touch start button, and the McLaren supercar was instantly awakened, emitting a low and powerful roar.

"Buzz..." The sound of the McLaren supercar.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang drove the McLaren convertible supercar and slowly drove away from the noisy area in front of the bar.

Lin Lang knew very well that if the car was going too fast at this moment, or if there was a slight bump in the road, the drunk Han Zaiyin would most likely feel extremely uncomfortable. The feeling of nausea and dizziness would instantly overwhelm her, and she might even vomit.

Therefore, Lin Lang concentrated on controlling the steering wheel. The car was like a boat sailing on the smooth surface of the lake, steady and slow.

On the car radio, the local FM music radio program was playing the song "Girl Don't Cry", and Ma Yili's singing voice floated melodiously in the small space of the car.

Han Zaiyin, who was drunk, squinted his drunken eyes. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he seemed to be moved by the song. He moved his body slightly and mumbled a few words incoherently.

Lin Lang listened attentively, but could only hear a few words. He looked at Han Zaiyin, who looked very cute drunk, and smiled, his eyes full of doting.

The scenery outside the car window passed by quickly like a slide show, and the light and shadow of the street lamps cast on the McLaren supercar, reflecting a dim and warm tone.

Lin Lang sat steadily in the driver's seat, staring intently at the road ahead, his hands skillfully controlling the steering wheel.

Han Zaiyin leaned slightly against the car window. She was a little tired due to being drunk, and soon fell asleep peacefully beside Lin Lang.

While driving in the workshop, Lin Lang occasionally turned his head to look at Han Zaiyin who was sleeping drunk, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Lin Lang stepped lightly on the accelerator, and the car sped away in the direction of Han's villa, leaving only dust along the way, as if telling of the tranquility and warmth on the way home.

After arriving at Han's villa, Lin Lang gently opened the door and carefully held the sleeping Princess Han Zaiyin in his arms. Her head naturally rested on his chest, and her breathing was even and gentle.

Stepping into Han's villa, the surroundings were quiet, with only Lin Lang's footsteps echoing in the empty space.

Lin Lang walked straight to Han Zaiyin's bedroom on the second floor, taking every step slowly and steadily, as if he was afraid of disturbing the beauty in his arms.

After entering the room, Lin Lang bent down and slowly placed Han Zaiyin on the soft big bed, then gently took off her high heels for her.

Lin Lang pulled the summer quilt over, gently covered Han Zaiyin's body, tucked in the corners of the quilt, then turned around and set the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature.

Looking at Han Zaiyin's peaceful sleeping face, Lin Lang couldn't help but give her a gentle kiss on her little face, his eyes full of pampering and pity.

Then, Lin Lang quietly left the room, went downstairs and walked towards the kitchen of Han's villa.

Lin Lang searched between the cupboards and the refrigerator and found some ingredients suitable for making a hangover soup, including mung beans, honey, lemon, tangerine peel, dried hawthorn, and brown sugar.

Then, Lin Lang washed his hands and began to cook a hangover soup for Han Zaiyin.

The only sound in the kitchen was the occasional clatter of cooking utensils.

Lin Lang stared intently at the boiling soup in the pot, but his thoughts drifted to the little things he and Han Zaiyin did in high school, when they bickered in class every day. A faint smile appeared on the corners of his mouth from time to time.

After the soup was ready, Lin Lang proudly walked out of the kitchen with one hand in his pocket. The bowl of hangover soup was controlled by his mind, following Lin Lang's footsteps, floating steadily in the air, and slowly flew towards Han Zaiyin's bedroom boudoir.

Being handsome is a feeling.

Lin Lang, who possesses the [Super Telekinesis] skill, can move, levitate or manipulate objects through his thoughts. It's so damn cool.

After entering the room, Lin Lang walked lightly and slowly sat down beside the bed, his eyes always fixed on Han Zaiyin who was sleeping.

The bowl of hangover soup hovering in the air was controlled by Lin Lang's thoughts and gently landed on the bedside table without making a sound.

Lin Lang was silently calculating in his mind that he should wait until the hangover soup cooled down to a suitable drinking temperature before waking up Han Zaiyin to drink it, so that she could feel relieved from the discomfort of the hangover.

After drinking the sobering soup, Han Jae-in didn't feel so uncomfortable when she woke up the next day.

At this moment, Han Zaiyin, who was originally sleeping quietly, frowned slightly and sobbed softly.

Lin Lang's heart tightened. He possessed the ability to enter dreams, so he concentrated and dived into Han Zaiyin's dream to see what sad dream Han Zaiyin had.

Lin Lang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, pinched the second joint of the middle finger of his left hand with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and concentrated his mind while silently reciting Han Zaiyin's name in his heart.

When he silently recited it for the third time, Lin Lang's conscious spirit body successfully entered Han Zaiyin's dream with a "swoosh".

As soon as he entered the dream, Lin Lang saw Han Zaiyin's figure wandering in the fog, crying and calling Lin Lang's name, her look full of longing and loneliness.

It turns out that even in her dreams, Han Zaiyin, the beautiful painter with a broken personality, is still thinking about Lin Lang.

Lin Lang hurriedly appeared in the dream, walked quickly towards Han Zaiyin, gently embraced her in his arms, and softly comforted the pitiful Han Zaiyin.

Lin Lang's voice was gentle yet firm, like the warmest harbor in this dream.

Han Zaiyin gradually calmed down in her sleep under Lin Lang's comfort. Lying on the bed like a sleeping beauty, she finally showed a smile on her face.

After the system prompted that the hangover soup had cooled to the appropriate temperature, Lin Lang exited Han Zaiyin's dream.

Then, Lin Lang gently helped Han Zaiyin, who was half asleep and half awake, up, let her lean on his shoulder, and with his other hand, he picked up the soup bowl and slowly fed her the hangover soup.

Every sip of hangover soup Han Zaiyin drank was filled with Lin Lang's concern and heartache.

After Han Zaiyin drank some hangover soup, Lin Lang slowly helped her lie back on the bed and gently tucked in the summer quilt for her.

Then, Lin Lang gently took off his shoes and coat silently. He lay down beside Han Zaiyin, stretched out his arms, and gently held Han Zaiyin in his arms.

Lin Lang's embrace was warm and firm, like the strongest barrier, isolating him from all the disturbances from the outside world.

With a "click", the bedroom light was turned off by Lin Lang's mind, and the room fell into darkness in an instant.

Lin Lang lay on the bed, hugging Han Zaiyin quietly, feeling her breathing gradually steady, and accompanying her into a deeper and more peaceful dream.

In this quiet room, the only sound is their breathing accompanying each other, telling of their endless tenderness and affection.

The next morning.

The sun shines through the gaps in the curtains, casting a few faint rays of light. Lin Lang and Han Zaiyin still sleep in each other's arms, immersed in this moment of tranquility and warmth.

Suddenly, a sharp and rapid doorbell ring broke the silence.

Lin Lang was awakened from his sleep by the sudden noise. He was bleary-eyed and obviously had not yet recovered from his sweet dream.

Lin Lang, who was feeling very sleepy, showed a trace of displeasure at being disturbed. He subconsciously hugged Han Zaiyin tightly in his arms and muttered, "Wife, who came to your house to look for you so early in the morning?"

Han Zaiyin, who was also awakened by the doorbell, rubbed against Lin Lang's arms, with a mischievous smile on her face, and responded: "It's so early, who else would come to see me except my good friend Ma Yili?"

When Lin Lang heard the three words "Ma Yili", he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and all his sleepiness disappeared.

You know, the relationship between Lin Lang, Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin is complicated. Now that Ma Yili is blocking him at Han Zaiyin's house, Lin Lang's two-timing can no longer be concealed.

What's more, Lin Lang's McLaren convertible supercar was parked at the gate of Han Zhai's villa, which was absolutely irrefutable "evidence". How could Lin Lang explain it clearly?