<h4>Chapter 332: 332, The Best Actor, Huo Yunting (5)</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    The action seemed to bepletely innocent.


    Lu Zhaoyang rolled her eyes; he took advantage of her even when he was drunk. What a bastard, she thought.


    She helped Huo Yunting up so that he could lean on the headboard. His eyes were closed, and he looked weak.


    Lu Zhaoyang held the bowl to his lips. “Open your mouth.”


    He refused.


    “You should drink some; otherwise, you are going to feel terrible when you wake up.” She put her hand to his forehead. It was a little hot, perhaps it was a side effect of alcohol.


    Huo Yunting leaned in her arms again, hands wrapping around her waist. He refused to take the bowl.


    “Okay, I will feed you.” Lu Zhaoyang scooped up a spoonful of soup and fetched it to his lips, letting him sip bit by bit.


    “It tastes horrible.” Huo Yunting refused to drink again.


    He was hard to please.


    Lu Zhaoyang put down the bowl and held him down again. “Let me fetch you some yogurt.”


    Huo Yunting did not want to let her go again this time. He held her tightly. “Lu Zhaoyang, kiss me, and I will be alright.”


    Lu Zhaoyang’s nightgown was lifted up, exposing her smooth legs as Huo Yunting began to move closer.


    “Huo Yunting!” Lu Zhaoyang snapped.


    He ignored her warning and came even closer. Lu Zhaoyang winced but could not get away. She held up his head and said, “You are more shameless when drunk than awake!”


    “What?”


    “Nothing!”


    Helplessly, Lu Zhaoyang held him to lie back down in bed. But he was holding on her so tightly that she lost her bnce and fell into bed with him.


    Huo Yunting clung on her like a ko, his face buried in the back of her neck.


    “Sleep with me.”


    “Okay, let’s sleep.” As long as he did not make trouble.


    Lu Zhaoyang reached to turn off the bedsidemp. The room was pitch ck.


    The man’s burning body clung to hers. His shallow breathing and hot breath blew onto the back of her neck.


    Lu Zhaoyang curled up her body as his breath tickled her. She closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep while worrying that he would suddenly throw up in the middle of the night.


    “Huo Yunting.”


    “Mhm...”


    His arms gently retracted.


    “Do you still feel like puking?” she asked softly.


    “No.”


    She breathed a sigh of relief.


    “I don’t know.”


    She was struck dumb.


    He was a nuisance even when he was drunk.


    Tomorrow, I am going to tell him not toe over again the next time he gets drunk, she said to herself.


    Seeing that Lu Zhaoyang had not responded, Huo Yunting leaned behind her, smelling the faint flowery fragrance of the shower gel on her body and slowly falling asleep.


    Lu Zhaoyang did not sleep very soundly for fear that Huo Yunting would puke again.


    This man beside her had not been behaving himself; his hand searched her body asionally.


    The next morning, Huo Yunting reached out his hand looking for her when he woke up.


    But she was not beside him.


    He opened his eyes and found that he was still in Lu Zhaoyang’s room. He almost thought that what happenedst night was an illusion.


    He turned to look at the bedside table; the hangover soup bowl was gone.


    After a while, he heard footsteps from outside the room. Huo Yunting fell back in bed and pretended to be still asleep.


    Lu Zhaoyang pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that he was still asleep, she took a second nce.


    He was the president; no hurry.


    But she had to go to work.


    “Are you awake?” She leaned over.


    Huo Yunting did not respond.


    “I have asked Huo Li to send you clothes. When you wake up, eat breakfast on the table before you go back to the office.”


    Lu Zhaoyang felt like she was preaching to deaf ears. He was still sleeping and not going to hear that. So, she quietly left.