The familiar woody and minty scent mixed with a unique masculine odor coming from Song Yu Han made a drunk Ran Xueyi more docile. In all these years without him, she's been on guard in each second, but upon being beside him, all the guards she set up around herself like an iron wall to keep other people into her life slowly created webbing cracks.
Soon, the dust and pebbles of that wall soon crumpled to the floor without a sound.
At this moment, Ran Xueyi was truly drunk and confused but even so, she still recognized the arms of the man she missed so much for three years.
Ran Xueyi, "Where have you been?"
Song Yu Han patted her hair and said, "I've been around you."
"Really? Then why didn't I see you around?"
"Because I was hiding."
Ran Xueyi pulled her head slightly backward to look at his face and tilted her head as she blinked her eyes. "Why?"
"To protect you."
"Is it fun?"
