After leaving the villa, Sang Qing wanted to find a small bar to have a drink, but all the bars required ID checks, and the law stipulated that people under the age of 21 could not drink alcohol. Sang Qing tried several bars but could not get in, so she had to leave disappointed.

Sang Qing happened to run into her former neighbor on the street, the quiet uncle. She greeted him and exchanged a few pleasantries. The uncle, not very good at expressing himself, smiled shyly and gave her the few cans of beer he had just bought.

Sang Qing needed alcohol, so she didn't stand on ceremony with him.

After getting the beer, she sat alone by the roadside and drank it quietly.

She had never drunk alcohol before, and she almost threw up when she took her first sip.

However, alcohol is indeed a good thing to drown one's sorrows. After drinking two cans, her face was slightly flushed and she was a little unsteady on her feet, but her mind was full of pink bubbles, and even the night sky became dreamy.

Sang Qing smiled, recalling what she had said to Nie Xin when they first met:

"Hey sir, would you like to buy a coat?"

If she could turn back time, she would never sell the clothes to him, and she would never allow herself to have any illusions about him.

Sang Qing got up and walked towards the hotel, fortunately she still knew the way back.

Stumbling to the room door, she took out her room key from her bag and placed it on the door to scan it several times, but apart from a beeping sound, the door did not respond at all.

Sang Qing squinted as she flipped through the pages, then looked at the house number...

Is my apartment 16 or 18?

I don't understand.

She stood swaying against the wall, at a loss for what to do, when the door opened from the inside.

Sang Qing chuckled, but when she looked up, she met a pair of deep eyes.

Nie Xin wore a satin nightgown, the front of which was open, looking languid and casual.

Sang Qing stared blankly, especially at those muscular chest muscles and alluring long legs; her eyes practically popped out of her head.

"You..." She swallowed hard. "What are you doing in my room?"

Nie Xin frowned.

What nonsense is this girl talking about? This is clearly his room!

I just heard someone using a room key to repeatedly swipe his door. I was about to call the front desk to report it when she showed up.

Sang Qing burped at just the right moment, releasing a strong smell of alcohol that displeased the notoriously germaphobic actor, Nie.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked with a stern face.

Sang Qing chuckled, her cheeks flushing red in two places.

"You're not even twenty-one and you dare to drink?!" Nie Xin glared at her. "You brat, go back to your room!"

Sang Qing's eyes were glazed over, she couldn't hear clearly, and it felt like she was stepping on a ball of cotton.

She didn't know where to go; only one thought remained in her mind—Nie Xin's visa was about to expire.

She suddenly became sad.

Does leaving mean I'll never see him again in this lifetime?

During his time in England, she felt like she was in a dream. She wished she could stay in that dream forever and never wake up.

Just like now…is this moment also a dream? Uncle stands before her in his pajamas, sexy and handsome, the dream lover of countless girls, yet at this moment, he only has eyes for her…

Sang Qing smiled sweetly. Since it was a dream, it shouldn't be a problem to confess in a dream, right...?

If I kiss him in my dream, or pounce on him... it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Okay, let's do it this way!

Nie Xin had no idea what was going on with Sang Qing's rapidly changing expression, nor did she know that she had already made an important decision.

He shook his head helplessly, and was about to grab her arm and drag her to her own room when Sang Qing grabbed his arm and buried her head in his chest!

"Uncle!"

“Hey, you…” Nie Xin was startled.

But the sight of such a warm and soft woman in his arms suddenly made his heart pound violently.

“Uncle…” Sang Qing said drunkenly, “I…I have something to tell you…”

"We can talk about it tomorrow." Nie Xin put his hand on her shoulder. "You've had quite a bit to drink. Go back and get some sleep first."

"No, no! It'll be too late tomorrow, and you're leaving tomorrow!"

Sang Qing started rambling incoherently.

The saying "alcohol emboldens the timid" is absolutely true.

Normally, Sang Qing would never dare to get this close to him.

However, now she not only dared to press herself against his chest, but also, fueled by alcohol, pushed him into the room and slammed the door shut with her little foot.

Nie Xin was caught off guard and pushed far away, losing her balance.

The two of them entangled and fell onto the large bed...

Nie Xin was startled, especially by the posture.

Girl on top...

From this angle, that beautiful mixed-race face appears even more alluring and captivating.

The air seemed to freeze instantly, even time seemed to stop. In the silent space, Nie Xin could only hear the unusual thumping of her own heart.

When Sang Qing smiled, all the flowers in the world bloomed.

“Sang…Sang Qing,” Nie Xin’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “you…”

“Uncle,” she said in a soft, meek voice, “don’t speak yet, I’m afraid I’ll wake up if you do…”

What are you saying?

"Shh!" She pressed her small hand to his lips and chuckled, "I know I'm dreaming! Hehe... but it's only in dreams that I can speak my mind."

"Although...although I call you uncle, you're really not that old...not only are you not old, but you're also very handsome!"

"Uncle, after you go back, will you forget me?"

"Hehe... I won't forget you!" Sang Qing grabbed his hand and pressed it hard against her chest. "I'll keep you here! Right here, in this very spot!"

As soon as Nie Xin touched that softness, her whole body felt as if it had been electrocuted.

Reason told him to quickly pull his hand back.

But his body betrayed him; he let her hold his hand, lingering on that soft, fragrant touch.

"Uncle..."

Sang Qing slowly leaned down, her delicate nose gently brushing against his, her eyes sparkling like stars.

"I like Uncle."

These words struck Nie Xin's heart with a heavy blow.

Sang Qing smiled, a hint of sadness in her large eyes, "After waking up from the dream, I can't say these words anymore... I love you, I'm willing to do anything for you, and I'll be by your side whenever you need me..."

Nie Xin felt a buzzing in her ears, as if the blood in her body was rushing backward.

He gripped the sheets tightly beneath him, his limbs stiff.

After saying this, Sang Qing collapsed next to him with a thud. Her chestnut-brown hair covered her rosy face, and her short T-shirt couldn't hide her voluptuous figure, revealing a glimpse of her slender waist.

She fell fast asleep in no time, a smile on her face.

It took Nie Xin a long time to calm down and get her heartbeat back to its normal rhythm.

Sang Qing just said she was dreaming.

And wasn't he the same?

The moment she threw herself into his arms, the moment she pushed him down onto the bed, the moment she rambled on, he thought it was all a dream.

Nie Xin regained her senses, got up to cover her with the blanket, turned off the lamp, and carefully withdrew.

He glanced at it one last time before closing the door.

Her eyes held a gentle light, but her slightly furrowed brows revealed a hint of helplessness.