Chapter 309: Chapter 309

After struggling until late at night, the effects of the drug in Rong Zhi’s body finally dissipated somewhat. The remaining effects had been digested and couldn’t be expelled, so she had to endure it.

She was wearing a thin shirt and standing by the window, enjoying the breeze. Bai Su, afraid of reigniting the heat she’d just suppressed, didn’t dare to get too close to her. After showering, he sat opposite her, accompanying her to stargaze.

The stars in the sky seemed like a river of silver, spilling liberally on the deep blue canvas.

The breeze lifted her hair draped over her shoulders, brushing her lips and tickling her with whispers of itchiness.

Bai Su propped his chin and admired the beauty before him. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noveⅼfire.net

Observing the sky was also observing her.

She appeared much gentler than usual, with a faint blush on her cheeks, and remained quietly without speaking. Bai Su felt a peace both physical and emotional.

On the small round table were two bottles of fruit wine, gifted by Fu Xixiao. No one touched them except Bai Su, who casually poured himself a glass.

"Be careful not to get drunk."

Bai Su paused, lowered his eyelids, and smiled indifferently, "The fruit wine isn’t strong, and besides, there’s hangover prevention candy in the bedside cabinet."

Rong Zhi pursed her lips and let him be.

Half an hour later, the man was holding his face, looking aggrieved as he approached her.

Seeing her lack of response, he started calling her in a high-pitched, drawn-out voice.

"Mr. Rong, Third Young Master, Zai Zai~ Little Zhi Zhi~"

The melodious and sweet alcohol-scented voice made Rong Zhi’s skin tingle. She spread her hands over his mouth, "Stop calling me that."

Bai Su gently removed the hand covering his mouth and wrapped it in his palm, speaking stickily, "I won’t, I’ll keep calling until you’re used to it."

After saying this, he called out a few more times, making Rong Zhi smile helplessly and disdainfully.

Bai Su’s eyes immediately brightened, his charming eyes sparkling like shattered stars.

"Zai Zai looks so lovely when smiling."

Her smile gently lifted the corners of her lips, misty eyes softening her excessively enchanting features, as if pouring a pool of wine into his heart, mesmerizing night after night.

Rong Zhi curled her fingertips and said calmly, "How can you be so coquettish?"

Bai Su lightly kissed her ring finger, "Because I want to."

When he liked someone, he clung to them. Being coquettish was recognizing the possibility of being favored, and being clingy was too.

Embracing the boy into his arms, he rested his head on her shoulder, feeling the warmth from her, and spoke softly, "Let me hold you."

Really like Zai Zai, the kind of affection where one longs to depend on them.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze lazy and charming.

To not see those supplements the next day, Rong Zhi and Bai Su went downstairs on time and left together.

Rong Zhi went to the Perfumer Association to work on her rating exam. She had a good rapport within the association, except for Jonah Reagan.

But she was lazy to interact with him, completing her work daily and leaving. However, today, before leaving, Pei Xizhou called her to the office.

Pei Xizhou handed her the documents, "One of the assessments for the rating exam is to formulate a perfume, are you confident?"

Rong Zhi flipped through the perfume formulas in her hand and nodded, "Yes."

Pei Xizhou: "Just take a look at these for inspiration. The exam is the day after tomorrow. I hope you can successfully pass the rating."

The Perfumer Association is divided into three levels: low, medium, and high. After passing this rating exam, one becomes a junior member of the association, advancing each year after passing the rating exam.

Rong Zhi didn’t really need these formulas, but since Pei Xizhou gave them, she looked through them.

Leaving the association, unexpectedly, she saw a silhouette outside the door.

Seeing the boy, Bai Su approached to hold her hand, but just then, members leaving the office came towards them.

In front of others, he naturally didn’t dare to be presumptuous and waited for her to finish greeting them. Then, a younger male member took out a bottle of perfume from his pocket and handed it to the boy without explanation.

"Miss Ying, this is the ’Rose Lover’ I made, it’s for you."

It was obvious what this perfume was for, and the meaning of a boy giving perfume to a girl was too clear.

Bai Su’s face turned dark instantly.

The young man, seeing his expression, scratched his head confusedly, not knowing how he had offended him.

Rong Zhi lowered her head and chuckled lightly, coincidentally revealing the ring on her ring finger.

The young man was utterly stunned.

Bai Su lowered his face and, regardless of propriety or impropriety, in their surprised gaze, directly grabbed Rong Zhi’s wrist, pulled out the perfume, and handed it back to the young man, smiling graciously, "If she needs perfume, I’ll buy it for her. No need for you to give it."

Looking at Bai Su’s handsome and superior brows, he suddenly lost confidence, awkwardly took back the perfume, apologized, and hurried away.

Others were surprised, asking, "Ying Jiu, are you married?"

"It’s an engagement!" Windsor Yao popped up from behind, "Little Nine isn’t old enough yet."

Member: "Oh, oh, I see. Congratulations then!"

Bai Su nodded politely, "Thank you."

After chatting with them for a while, he finally fulfilled his wish of taking the boy away.

In the car, Rong Zhi hadn’t even fastened her seatbelt when the man poked her cheek in annoyance, "Next time, don’t smile at other men like that."

Utterly unreasonable.

Rong Zhi’s thin lips curved, her smile blooming like a flower.

Bai Su softly clicked his lips, wanting to wrap her up entirely, especially that face, to keep others from seeing her.

"Don’t smile," he pulled her face to either side, feigning severity, "Rong Zhi, I warn you, if you smile like that at others again, I’ll..."

"You’ll what?" With her cheeks pulled, Rong Zhi’s tone altered slightly, raising an eyebrow, "I don’t recall having such a large vinegar jar at home."

Seeing the heaviness in his eyes and voice, she lowered her gaze, proactively hooking his fingers, "Little Bai, let’s go."

Hearing this, Bai Su was startled, a moment of bewilderment passed over his face, then he recovered, taking the initiative to hold her hand and grumbled, "Then brother has to hold on well, because little one could get lost."

Rong Zhi said softly, "Will I?"

The man’s elegant face leaned closer.

The car interior was silent.

The sound of heartbeats intertwined, Bai Su gently squeezed her chin, his gaze focused and sincere.

"Brother, little one wants to kiss you now."

Before she could respond, Bai Su gently pressed against the soft part, his distinct hand threading through her hair, pressing against her slender neck to draw her closer.

"...This little one will never get lost, in this lifetime, he belongs to Zai Zai."

In a haze, Rong Zhi heard this sentence vaguely.

The starry river was splendid.

Rong Zhi, draped in a bathrobe, was on the phone with Song Lichen. The latter was in a gym, hitting a punching bag with every strike. Watching him for a moment, she knew Song Lichen’s strength had increased again.

"Pavilion Master..." Song Lichen just intended to report work, but upon glancing over, he was stunned.

The boy’s straight, long legs casually draped over the sofa armrest, one hand propping up his chin, playing with his hair wound around his fingers. She was perhaps not accustomed to long hair, her brows furrowed.

The robe was loosely tied, exposing large patches of cool, white skin.

Her face was exquisite and charming, with fox-like eyes, and an aloof attitude.

She covered her mouth to stifle a yawn, speaking softly, "Go ahead."

The boy’s voice wasn’t perfect, slightly hoarse, like aged wine, making the disinterested Song Lichen’s hairs stand on end involuntarily.

His mouth opened and closed, just about to speak, when the screen suddenly went black.