Withered Broken Ice Blue

Chapter 271 I'm Not Your Ex-Husband

Chi Feiwan leaned on the passenger seat, with the strands of hair on her forehead fluttering in the wind.

Jiang Huaixu stared straight at Chi Feiwan's face. He suddenly moved closer, and Chi Feiwan's rosy skin was within reach.

He reached out and brushed away the strands of hair that blocked Chi Feiwan's vision, "Wanwan."

Jiang Huaixu called Chi Feiwan's name when she was unconscious, and thought that Chi Feiwan had fallen into a deep sleep.

As a result, Chi Feiwan responded to him lazily.

Jiang Huaixu was stunned: "You didn't sleep?"

Chi Feiwan suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head. Their lips were very close, and their breaths were entangled with each other.

Chi Feiwan's eyes were hazy and fiery. She looked directly into Jiang Huaixu's eyes, and her voice was filled with drunken laziness and charm: "So what if I didn't sleep?"

Jiang Huaixu's heartbeat suddenly became disordered. He tried to keep some distance, but he seemed to be restrained by Chi Feiwan's gaze and could not move.

"Wanwan, don't look at me like that." Jiang Huaixu's voice became hoarse. But Chi Feiwan seemed not to hear it, and moved closer, with his lips almost touching Jiang Huaixu's.

"Why can't I watch?" The atmosphere in the car suddenly became ambiguous and tense.

Jiang Huaixu gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Wanwan, you are drunk and don't know what you are doing." He tried to keep himself calm.

Chi Feiwan chuckled, and his laughter echoed in the small space.

"I am very clear-headed, Jiang Huaixu, are you feeling guilty because you did something wrong to me?"

Jiang Huaixu took a deep breath, turned his head and looked out the window, "Stop messing around, Wanwan."

Chi Feiwan was relentless. She reached out and grabbed Jiang Huaixu's arm. "I'm not making a fuss, Jiang Huaixu, what are you afraid of?"

At this moment, the car suddenly jolted. Jiang Huaixu hurriedly steadied the steering wheel, and Chi Feiwan fell on his seat due to inertia.

Jiang Huaixu took the opportunity to speed up. He just wanted to bring Chi Feiwan home as soon as possible and end this chaotic and dangerous situation.

Obviously the seat belt couldn't restrain Chi Feiwan.

Jiang Huaixu untied his shoelaces, and the shoelaces of his two shoes bound Chi Feiwan's restless hands: "I'll untie them for you when we get there."

Afraid that she would burst into tears the next second, Jiang Huaixu touched her head to comfort her.

The car started slowly and drove towards home.

Chi Feiwan's hands were tied with shoelaces, and he muttered, "Jiang Huaixu, you are so cruel." But his voice was not as strong as before, and it sounded more aggrieved.

Jiang Huaixu was concentrating on driving without saying a word, only occasionally glancing at Chi Feiwan sitting in the passenger seat.

There were few vehicles on the road at night, and the light from the street lamps shone through the car windows onto the two of them.

Chi Feiwan gradually calmed down. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol that took over again. Her head began to move little by little, and finally leaned against the car window.

Seeing this, Jiang Huaixu slowed down the car slightly, trying to make the car run more smoothly.

After an unknown amount of time, the car finally drove into the villa's underground garage.

Jiang Huaixu parked the car, unbuckled his seat belt, and then leaned over to untie Chi Feiwan's shoelaces.

Chi Feiwan's hands were a little red because they were bound. Jiang Huaixu rubbed them gently and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Wanwan, I had no choice just now."

Chi Feiwan still had his eyes closed and did not respond.

Jiang Huaixu carefully carried her out of the car and walked towards the villa.

In the villa, Jiang Huaixu looked at Chi Feiwan who was lying quietly in his arms. He didn't know how tonight would end, nor did he know how to face Chi Feiwan after he woke up.

Finally arriving at the door of the house, Jiang Huaixu took out the key with difficulty with one hand and opened the door, then gently placed Chi Feiwan on the sofa.

He turned around to pour a glass of warm water, walked to Chi Feiwan, and said softly: "Wanwan, drink some water."

Chi Feiwan opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Jiang Huaixu, took the cup of water, took a sip, and closed his eyes again.

Jiang Huaixu sighed, took a blanket to cover her, and sat beside her, watching over her quietly.

Once you take one look at Chi Feiwan's facial features, you can't help but keep looking at him.

Even though it was a face he had seen countless times, Jiang Huaixu couldn't help it, because this time Chi Feiwan was drunk, and his sleeping posture was not as elegant as before.

At this moment, she tilted her head, her cheeks flushed, her perfectly cut hair slightly covering her closed eyes, and the buttons on her collar, which were originally neatly buttoned, broke for some reason.

Jiang Huaixu looked at her delicate face and fine skin, and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her face, feeling the soft touch.

His eyes gradually moved to her towering breasts, the curves there made his heart beat faster.

His breathing became a little rapid, and his Adam's apple began to roll up and down, as if he was trying to suppress the impulse in his heart.

Jiang Huaixu knew he couldn't do this, but he couldn't control his emotions.

His fingers trembled slightly, wanting to touch more places but afraid to ruin this beautiful moment.

Every part of Chi Feiwan's body fascinated her, so Jiang Huaixu certainly wouldn't let Chi Feiwan sleep in the living room.

Jiang Huaixu held her horizontally in his arms. Under the influence of alcohol, Chi Feiwan subconsciously wrapped her arms around Jiang Huaixu's cold neck.

His body froze involuntarily.

Jiang Huaixu asked her cautiously: "Is it too late?"

Chi Feiwan nodded dazedly, muttering to himself, "I'm here, Song Jinan."

No matter how soft Chi Feiwan's voice was, there was no way Jiang Huaixu couldn't hear it in his arms.

"Oh, you miss your ex-husband again." Jiang Huaixu hugged Chi Feiwan tightly.

Suddenly, Jiang Huaixu seemed to have thought of something. He raised his other leg and gently placed Chi Feiwan on the leg he raised. Chi Feiwan was half lying down, while Jiang Huaiwan sat on the chair, holding her back with both hands, with a hint of ridicule and smile in his eyes: "I'm not your ex-husband!"

After saying that, he gently patted Chi Feiwan's elastic buttocks, as if to remind her of this fact.

The drunk Chi Feiwan had no idea that Jiang Huaixu had taken such a big advantage of her. She said in a daze that she knew it.

Jiang Huaixu gently put Chi Feiwan on the bed. Chi Feiwan's scattered hair got tangled in the buttons of Jiang Huaixu's shirt collar.

Jiang Huaixu wanted to swear.

He tried to gently untangle the tangled hair, but the more careful he was, the tighter it got.

He frowned, afraid that any big movement would disturb Chi Feiwan who was sleeping soundly.

He moved closer, observing the place where the hair was tangled, and his breathing unconsciously became softer.

Finally, he found a suitable angle and carefully unbuttoned the buttons, freeing the strands of hair.

However, just when he breathed a sigh of relief, Chi Feiwan seemed to feel uncomfortable in her sleep, twisted her body slightly, and mumbled something incomprehensible. Jiang Huaixu quickly stopped and waited quietly for her to calm down again.

After a while, Chi Feiwan fell into a steady breathing again. Jiang Huaixu then slowly covered her with a blanket and lay down next to Chi Feiwan.