Gently turning her body around, their eyes met. For the first time, Wanqiu carefully examined Leng Muxun before her. To be precise, he was handsome, so attractive that he could be described as “devastatingly gorgeous.”
His thin lips carried an intense sensuality. Staring at him, Wanqiu suddenly grew nervous.
If he really intended to…
What should she do?
Just as Wanqiu was panicking, Leng Muxun uttered two words from his throat: “Afraid?”
He had instantly seen through the guilt and fear in her heart. Yes, she was terrified.
But her pride made her reply without hesitation: “No.”
“Heh, want some wine?” He suddenly leaned close to her face, allowing her to see her own reflection in his eyes under the dim room light. In that moment, she felt dazed, as if everything wasn’t real.
His devilish voice made her respond without thinking: “Okay.” Her heart was racing; a little wine might help her feel more at ease.
Leng Muxun stood up gracefully, his tall figure moving unhurriedly toward the small bar in the corner of the room. The room was truly luxurious it had everything one could need.
Leng Muxun opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into two transparent stemmed glasses. As he slowly approached the bed with the glasses, Zhong Wanqiu heard her heart pounding like drumbeats so loud and heavy. She swallowed hard; otherwise, her heart felt like it would leap out of her throat.
“Here.” A glass was handed to her. He looked every bit the gentleman, making her feel that her earlier thoughts were dirty. But here she was, on a bed, and that single word made everything feel extremely ambiguous.
Taking the glass, she suppressed her inner turmoil and whispered: “Cheers.”
“Cheers.” The two glasses lightly clinked together, the crisp sound striking Zhong Wanqiu’s heart. In that moment, she didn’t think about anything else just threw her head back and drained the glass in one go.
The sweet red wine initially tasted more like a beverage than alcohol. She loved its flavor and instinctively extended her empty glass toward Leng Muxun. “More.”
Leng Muxun raised an eyebrow but said, “This wine has a strong delayed effect. If you drink too much, no one will take you back.”
“Heh, then I’ll just stay here.” She glanced around the room; it was countless times better than her dormitory. Moreover, she really didn’t want to return to campus right now. She didn’t want to see Xia Jingxuan; the mere thought of him made her extremely upset. She desperately wanted to drink. “Hurry up, give me more wine. I want to drink.”
Her glass was refilled again. Without looking at Leng Muxun or clinking glasses, Zhong Wanqiu threw back her head and finished her second glass of red wine.
A warm current quietly surged through her body, her face burning with heat. This was Zhong Wanqiu’s first time drinking alcohol; she honestly hadn’t realized red wine’s delayed effect could be as strong as Leng Muxun had warned.
She loved watching the dark red liquid in the glass, its gentle sway creating a hazy, enchanting aroma that was utterly captivating.
“Xia Jingxuan, I hate you, go die.” Drinking while cursing, she was utterly frustrated and gradually forgot that there was a strange man right in front of her. She also forgot what she had said to him; she just felt like talking. With too much alcohol, her floodgates of speech had opened and became hard to close.
In her dazed state, she felt herself being lifted into someone’s arms. Then steam enveloped her, the fragrance of Bath Milk filling her nostrils. Zhong Wanqiu knew nothing more, simply leaning limply against the man.
That night, drunk, she slept in the man’s embrace.