WARNING! Tsundere President - Chapter 331

“Do you still feel nauseous?” Lu Zhaoyang quickly handed him a few pieces of tissue. “Can you still walk?”

“I am weak at my knees.” Huo Yunting looked at her sideways with his mesmerizing eyes.

He looked a little cute.

“Put your hand around my shoulder.” She held him to the basin.

Lu Zhaoyang had only her own toothbrush and cup, but she just let him use them without hesitation.

“Please don’t mind.” She warned and squeezed the toothpaste for him. “After this, I will help you to rest. Leave your clothes here.”

If he wore his clothes into the bedroom, surely the room would smell of alcohol.

Huo Yunting chuckled and decided to up the game.

“I am too weak to even raise my hand.” He just took the toothbrush in his hand and lowered his hand.

He did not seem to be faking it. Lu Zhaoyang was soft-hearted, and she was not angry at him anymore.

“Open your mouth.” Helplessly, she took the toothbrush and began brushing his teeth.

Huo Yunting let her do whatever she liked to him like a puppet.

After that, Lu Zhaoyang shot him a glare. “Take off your clothes yourself.”

Still the same excuse. “I can’t move my hands.”

“You!” Lu Zhaoyang took a deep breath, looking at his charming eyes, and beginning to tell herself to calm down.

It was not that she had never seen him naked. What was she afraid of?

She groaned and reached out to undress him, only leaving his boxers on.

Just when she was about to hold him, Huo Yunting pointed at his boxers and said with an innocent tone of voice, “This one not yet off.”

“No, that is unnecessary.” She was confident that she could handle the drunken Huo Yunting.

“It has to be off. Otherwise, I am not going to sleep well.”

“I said no. If you don’t listen to me, I will just leave you here!” Lu Zhaoyang’s face turned sour, and her tone of voice serious.

Oops! Was she angry?

Huo Yunting relented. He leaned on her and mumbled, “I will do as you say.”

“That’s more like it. Go to sleep for a short while.” Lu Zhaoyang was a little triumphant as she held him into the bedroom.

Huo Yunting dropped on the large pink bed with his eyes half-closed, still exuding a faint waft of alcohol.

“Come here, sleep with me.” Huo Yunting held onto Lu Zhaoyang’s hand.

But he was doing it very lightly. Otherwise, he would be exposed when he could not even brush his teeth a while ago.

Lu Zhaoyang pushed his hand away and put the quilt on him. “I will be back later.”

Looking at his childish behavior, her temper could not get less flighty. She took a clean trash can and placed it beside the bed.

“Use this if you feel like throwing up.”

What was heard was only Huo Yunting’s soft breathing.

He fell asleep this quick?

Good for him. But he still had to drink the hangover soup later.

She walked out of the bedroom and got busy in the kitchen, not realizing that Huo Yunting had his eyes slowly opened.

Huo Yunting flipped in bed; the light fragrant smell of her still lingered in the room.

It was shameless of him to fake drunk. But it was worth it when he could get such treatment.

“Hmm…” Nice.

Lu Zhaoyang brought in a bowl of hangover soup and placed it on the bedside table, watching him sleep.

“Huo Yunting?” She pushed him gently. “Wake up and drink the soup.”

“Mhm.”

He opened his eyes slightly, moved closer to her while raising and sweeping his hand across her chest before slipping down her body.

The action seemed to be completely 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 balance and fell into bed with him.

Huo Yunting clung on her like a koala, 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 bedside lamp. The room was pitch black.

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 to come 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 occasionally.

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 happened last 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 glance.

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.