Xie Yuansheng looked at Feng Xinying with drunken eyes. "Home?" he asked.

Feng Xinying nodded. "Yes, home."

His hand that was on her breast, pressed it lightly. He put his face on her head and whispered, "Let's go home Feng Xinying. I don't want to stay here. Take me home where I want to be alone with…"

Feng Xinying smiled. She knew that he was not able to resist her at all.

"Will you carry me outside?" he asked intoxicated by her. His warm breath was falling on her ears.

"Yes," she said and held his hand that was about to press her breast. She didn't want to be a spectacle in front of others. Then she bowed and left the group along with him and all he did was to follow her like a puppy. His hands were around her shoulders and as she walked, he wanted to kiss her neck and ears.

Why was she so impossible to resist? What was it that drew him close to her? Why was he feeling like a butterfly to nectar? He felt that even though he would go to the other end of the world, he would still be attracted to her. Why were those feeling so beautiful and strong? It was as if there was something about him and her that matched. Was she his wife in his past life? Did past lives even exist? He felt as though he was just one half that would be complete by loving her fully. Why was this attraction running so deep to the core? He wanted to merge with her. Who could help him?

When they reached the car, she helped him sit inside and then sat beside him. He was out of control that he couldn't sit straight and so he chose to rest his head on her shoulders and his eyes were straight looking at those boobs. Feng Xinying pressed the button between them and the driver to pull the screen up. Her gaze slid to the side to his face, his eyes that were staring at her chest.

He wanted to touch her there. "Feng Xinying, you are beautiful," is all he could manage to say looking at them.

Feng Xinying chuckled. "Thanks, but you are really drunk."

"I had to, because you said so," he said but it wasn't a complaint. It was as if he would do whatever she wanted him to.

Feng Xinying perked up her breasts. She wanted to gauge his attraction for her. She said, "It is so hot in here!" She removed her shawl and now her bare skin of shoulders, collarbone, half of the breasts and neck was clearly visible.

Xie Yuansheng's little brother woke up. How could he resist her? He let out a tiny gasp and squirmed uncomfortably. He could imagine his mouth around those soft boobs.

"Are you okay?" she asked putting her hand on his thigh. She caressed his thighs a little, teasing him just enough.

The way she caressed made Xie Yuansheng go absolutely nuts. His soft lips softly grazed her slender neck and her face heated. Her lips parted involuntarily, as she expected him to be more courageous and kiss him. She turned her face to him and met his gaze.

He ran his eyes all over her face right from her eyes to her nose and to her lips. Everything was perfect. He wanted her and even though he was drunk and not able to think straight, he had one thought in his mind – she had to be his. He had to get her by hook or by crook. Before he could complete his thoughts, he felt that her hand had gone towards his member, which was revolting in his pants. He looked at her face with surprise, but all he found were her innocent looks. It was as if she didn't know where her hand was.

"What happened Shengu?" she asked again, looking and sounding very seductive. She asked so innocently that he didn't know how to react. Were his thoughts lewd or was she also feeling that attraction? Was she bewitching him? What was this magic that she had cast on him?

"Feng Xinying, I-" he stopped, as he brought his hands towards her breasts. "N- nothing-"

Feng Xinying's hand was almost on his member now. He was sitting dazed. He wanted to open his pants and throw them away and take her down there and then.

"Tell me," she urged.

"I think I am very drunk and I feel I won't be able to walk properly…" he replied.

"Oh! Don't worry. I will help you back in your room," she replied.

"I don't want to go to my room," he replied quickly. "I- I-" he stopped again and wanted to say 'want to go to your room'.

"Shengu, do you want to sleep in Lu Boyun's room?" Feng Xinying teased. "I can call him and he will help you out."

"No! I don't want to be with Lu Boyun!" he said with disgust. Yikes!

Feng Xinying's hand moved to the inside of his thighs and then lightly grazed his member. At the same time, his hand landed on her breasts! That was it! He squeezed them tightly and pulled her over him in his lap.

"Shengu? What are you doing?" she asked bewildered at this sudden change of events.

"I am trying to balance you, otherwise you will fall," he replied as he stared at her chest. He wanted to tear that dress and see that milky white skin.

Feng Xinying started laughing. "I won't fall down. Don't worry."

"Then keep sitting on my lap. It is a therapy for me," he replied, not understanding what his mouth was saying. There was no coordination between his mouth, his hands and his brain. There was something so disarming about seeing her on his lap. It was as though he had made her sit on his lap before also. They fitted so nicely together. There was vulnerability in her eyes that he couldn't resist her. All he wanted was for her to sit on his lap for the moment. His member kept growing at a rapid speed.

"Therapy?" Feng Xinying asked while laughing.

"Yes, it is a therapy for me. If you will get down from my lap, my member will burst!" he just blurted.