Part Three Chapter 28 Intoxication

se that had once collapsed into ruins. He rebuilt it to scale, using the same materials. 。Han Zhao Yi struggled down from his shoulders, running excitedly forward. Zhao Ting Xing stopped and glanced b...The Song family arrived very quickly. The driver parked the car in the courtyard and, with Chen Ling, the two of them worked together to get Song Jingye out of the car.

He sobered up as soon as he got out of the car and could stand and walk on his own. Song's mother, hearing the sound of the car, also came out to greet him and motioned for the driver to move the car. She said it was fine here without it.

"How did you drink so much" Mother Song frowned.

"Xiao Ning, you send him back to his room. This is hangover soup made by the auntie at home. Have him drink it so he won't have a headache tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Chen Ning held a bowl of hangover soup in one hand and tried to help him back to the room with the other.

He was very stubborn, and still brushed her hand away: "I don't need your help."

Although he had had a lot to drink, he was truly gifted. He walked very steadily, his spine straight as he made his way to his room.

Chen Ning didn't think much of it and sent him back to his room, making sure he drank the hangover soup.

He cooperated well, gulped down the soup in a few sounds, and then his whole body collapsed onto the middle of the bed, lying motionless. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, lost in thought.

Chen Ning returned, and for some unknown reason, she felt that he was in great pain at this moment. Even if a man like him got drunk, he would swallow the bitterness himself and wouldn't show it.

"Uncle, would you like some water" She took off his leather shoes and placed them beside the bed. When she stood up, she saw him using one hand to pull at the collar that was constricting his neck, as if it were choking him.

She hurriedly stepped forward and bent down to unbutton his collar. Because he was lying right in the middle of the bed, she had to kneel on one leg to reach him.

The man had no focused gaze, but when she knelt on the bed, he suddenly looked at her, his eyes burning with desire.

The distance was too close, Chen Ling felt his hands tremble under his gaze, "Uncle, uncle..."

"I'll help you unbutton it," she explained why she came up.

He didn't know if he had heard what she said, but all he murmured was: "Just call me Kyōno-san, okay"

His voice was deep and gravelly.

Her hand stopped, "Kiyono-kun"

She remained silent, not calling out. She hastened the speed at which she helped him undo the buttons on his collar, but the buttons were stubborn and difficult to open. She knelt on one leg on the bed, supporting herself with the other on the floor beside it, but couldn't muster enough strength. Being watched by him made her heart race; she simply knelt down with both legs closer to him on the bed. Finally, she unbuttoned the first button, and then the second one came loose easily.

Inside his shirt, his skin was tanned, even his neck radiated strength. When she unbuttoned the third button, she felt his Adam's apple bob up and down. Before she could react, her waist was encircled by a pair of broad hands. In the dizzying moment, she was flipped over and pinned beneath him.

Her heart pounded violently, threatening to burst from her chest.

She is not stupid; she knows what's going to happen.

Because he was drunk, his eyes were unrestrained, perhaps ruthless, perhaps affectionate, but the desire was utterly unmasked.

Because she loved him, she had no resistance, so willingly she surrendered her heart.

They clung to each other, rolling and taking, responding.

She was like entering a vast ocean, her body being swept and battered by huge waves.

Each wave that came crashing down, she could only struggle to lift her head from the water and gasp for air, or else she would drown.

After a long time, the waves calmed down and she floated on the beach, barely alive.

The man beside her was exhausted. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, falling asleep almost instantly. Her head rested against his chest, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his breath.

It was all like a dream.

It's not a dream, it's real.

She burrowed into his arms, her hands circling his strong waist inside the covers. She was so happy she almost wanted to cry.

She fell in love with him from the moment she first had a crush, for so many years, he has been like a belief in her heart, she worked so hard, and finally walked to his side.

Cuddled in his arms, she slept soundly all night. Even in her dreams, she felt the dizzying bliss of happiness. She slept until dawn.

She and Song Jingye probably woke up around the same time. Even though they had already been intimate last night, this sudden way of "confessing" to each other still made her heart race and her face flush.

But Song Jingye reacted quite differently. He started with shock and disbelief, then, seeing the person in his arms, he abruptly pushed her away like a hot potato.

Chen Ning was caught off guard, pushed to the edge of the bed. She froze for a moment, the heat in her body gradually cooling down, especially when she saw the disgust in his eyes.

The night was like a colorful dream, vanishing in an instant, leaving only emptiness. Her heart felt cold, but she tried to appear normal and composed. Years of practicing facial expressions hadn't been for nothing, and even her voice remained controlled: "You were drunk last night."

Compared to her calmness, the usually composed Song Jingye was a bit flustered, even annoyed: "I'm sorry, I'm a little disoriented right now."

He was truly a mess, completely unable to remember what happened last night, but the state of the room clearly indicated something had gone down.

He was speechless, even: "I'm drunk. Why are you here Why didn't you leave"

He was not sober, was she not either

If his first action upon waking was to push her away, making her feel hurt and sad, then these words now were making her feel shame and embarrassment.

Yes, she could have left last night. It was her choice not to leave. She willingly stayed, even looking forward to it.

"I'm sorry." There was nothing more humiliating, she thought, her face pale as she picked up the dress from the ground and put it on.

He was too disoriented to articulate his feelings at that moment. He simply couldn't accept himself engaging in sexual activity under these circumstances.

Chen Ninghui had already put on her dress. The zipper on the side waist was broken and couldn't be pulled tight. She mentally answered for him, but she couldn't accept that the other person thought she was someone else because he thought she was someone else.

Last night, she also lost her reason. Looking back now, everything actually makes sense.

She was dressed and standing by the door, looking at him with seriousness and composure. "Uncle," she said, "it's okay. We're all adults."

After that, he opened the door and walked away.

As soon as she was out of his sight, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. They streamed down her face. She only nodded at Song's mother when she passed by in the living room and didn't stop for a second, running out of the yard and the gate of Song's house. In her heart, she drew a definitive end to this self-delusional love affair.

Song Jingye in the room took a while to calm down from his chaotic thoughts. Suddenly, an image of the two of them entangled last night flashed in his mind. It seemed like he had used force. His heart sank as he got up and saw a row of teeth marks on his shoulder. Last night, she had endured his weight on her shoulders, gritting her teeth...

The look suddenly overwhelmed him.

So what's the difference between him and that jerk last night

As his reason returned, he quickly got dressed and rushed to chase after her, but a flash of crimson blood on the sheets caught his eye. His heart skipped a beat.is a father's fault. If that woman dares to cause trouble again, I will beat her every time I see her, and I will show you no mercy." 。"After that, he left with a crowd of people. " 。The courtyard of...