Sea View Horizons (2)

He paused at the door, turning back with a serious look on his face. "I heard you two are getting married."

Ying Yue couldn't help but turn red at his words. Yes, they were, and she knew that, but it sounded different coming from someone else's lips. "Yes," she confirmed.

Xiao Yifeng nodded, briefly looking away before turning back to gaze at her. "If you're as serious about the marriage as he is, then I don't have any objections to it. Since things have already come to this, you might as well call me by my name. Fei Huangjin is like a brother to us. I hope you'll treat him well in your marriage."

She looked surprised to hear those words from him, but a moment later when she had come back to her senses, her sharp eyes narrowed at Xiao Yifeng with a fiery stare. His words may sound good on the surface, but she could understand that there was an underlying hint of a warning in them. "The relationship between Huangjin and I may be unconventional from the start, but I have every intention to commit to this marriage."

He only nodded, and the door closed softly behind him.

Ying Yue bit her lip and padded softly to the couch where a drunk Fei Huangjin was lying down with an arm over his head. She knelt down beside him with a sigh. She could smell the strong stench of whiskey radiating off him, making her almost gag.

His eyebrows were tensely furrowed together and Ying Yue reached out to smoothen them out. It was of no use; it was like Fei Huangjin had too much on his plate to relax in his sleep. Come to think of it, he was a pretty busy man already, but he made time to worry about her affairs, too.

Her lips twisted into a pout, and her hand moved down to trace the sharp lines of his jaw. "What am I going to do with you?" she whispered.

She stood up and looked for a small hand towel then ran it through water, wringing it before returning to the living room. The sight of his body cramped into her couch made her frown. He seemed to be too tall for it, and his long legs were already dipping to the floor.

If she left him like this the whole night, he'd wake up sore and cramping.

Ying Yue quickly wiped his face, neck, and arms with the wet towel, internally deciding to move him to her bed. Fei Huangjin stirred slightly and mumbled a few words she didn't catch, but he didn't wake up.

"Huangjin." She patted his shoulder. He'd sleep on her bed, and she'd sleep on the couch. She was smaller than him and would have no problem fitting into it.

The man just grunted.

"Hey. Huangjin." This time, she pushed him with some force, successfully waking him up.

He lifted his head, and his eyes were squinting at her groggily. "Ying Yue…" He only managed to utter out her name before his head dropped down again.

"Huangjin, I'll try to lift you up. I'm moving you to the bed, okay?" She shoved him harder, waking him up again. "Stand up. I'll try to support you."

"Mmm." He took her outstretched hand and languidly struggled to get up from the couch. With her help, he was now standing up and even trudging slowly to the bedroom, with some of his weight on Ying Yue. It was a good thing her body was trained for physical work, otherwise, she would never be able to move him.

To say that it was difficult to act like a crutch for him at this time, was simply an understatement. When he staggered to one side, Ying Yue would be pulled to that side, too. And when he staggered to the other side, Ying Yue would almost be out-balanced on her end as well.

Finally, they got to the bedroom, and Ying Yue released her hold on him together with a breath of frustration.

She pursed her lips as she stared down at him with her hands on hips. He was still fully-dressed, looking uncomfortable and constrained.

She bent down and removed his shoes and socks, lifting his legs to put them more comfortably on her bed. Next, she leaned over as her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. She paused.

Fei Huangjin looked so vulnerable like this. His mouth was slightly parted and his lashes were still, fanning against his cheek like the cascading blooms of wisteria.

Ying Yue had the urge to put a silent kiss on his lips, and she would've done so if it weren't for the fact that he reeked of alcohol.