Chapter 180 I'll take you back to my place, tonight.

The car smoothly drove into the Lanyuan underground parking garage.

Lu Zhuo stopped the car and turned his head to look.

Lin Yiyao was fast asleep, leaning back in the passenger seat.

Her breathing was shallow, and her long eyelashes, like two small fans, cast faint shadows under her eyes.

Her cheeks were still flushed with the effects of alcohol, and her lips were unconsciously pouting slightly.

Completely unprepared.

Like a small animal that has finally found its nest and can sleep peacefully.

Lu Zhuo stared for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over.

The distance instantly closed.

The faint scent of alcohol mixed with a delicate fragrance emanated from her and entered his nostrils.

His fingers hovered beside her cheek, but in the end, he only brushed away a stray strand of hair.

"Little darling, we're home."

Disturbed from her sleep, Lin Yiyao wrinkled her delicate nose in annoyance, mumbled something under her breath, and turned her face away.

Lu Zhuo chuckled, got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the car door.

The early autumn night breeze carried a chill into the air.

Lin Yiyao flinched and subconsciously moved closer to the heat source where he was.

Lu Zhuo paused for a moment, then bent down and lifted her out, along with her windbreaker, and kicked the car door shut.

"cold……"

Lin Yiyao snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against the skin slightly exposed at the collar of his shirt.

The warm touch felt like an electric current, coursing through Lu Zhuo's spine.

He tightened his arms, strode towards the elevator, and pressed the button for his floor.

Her apartment is right across the hall from where I stepped out of the elevator.

But looking at her drunken state, all alone...

He was worried.

At this moment, a secret selfish desire in my heart also quietly began to grow.

Hesitation can last only a moment.

"I'll take you back to my place."

He spoke in a low voice, as if explaining, or perhaps trying to convince himself.

"Tonight."

The door opened, and the motion-sensor light turned on.

Lu Zhuo carried Lin Yiyao straight into the bedroom and carefully placed her on the soft bed.

She was still wrapped in his windbreaker, which made her face look even whiter.

Lu Zhuo squatted down by the bed, looked at her for a few seconds, and then reached out to help her take off her coat.

"Ugh, it's hot..."

Lin Yiyao, still half-asleep, cooperated with his movements, haphazardly tugging at her collar.

Lu Zhuo's breath hitched, and he forced himself to look away and focus on unbuttoning his shirt.

She took off her coat, revealing a little dress stained with the smell of alcohol, its shoulder straps pitifully thin.

Lu Zhuo turned his face away, took a deep breath, and pulled over the thin blanket next to him, intending to cover her with it first.

He wanted to leave and get a hot towel.

Lin Yiyao, however, did not loosen her grip on his neck.

She opened her eyes, blurry with drunkenness, and looked at him with watery eyes.

“Lu Zhuo…”

"Um."

He responded, supporting himself above her, but didn't dare to press down.

You smell nice.

She sniffed, like a kitten checking for a scent.

Lu Zhuo's Adam's apple tightened.

What does it taste like?

She was thinking very seriously, but her eyes were unfocused.

"Like a mint."

Lu Zhuo chuckled softly.

The tension in my heart was eased by her drunken, silly words.

"Your nose is still so sensitive even when you're drunk?"

He wanted to reach out and pinch her cheek, but he refrained.

"I'm not drunk..."

She retorted softly, and as if to prove it, she suddenly tilted her head back and pressed her soft lips against his Adam's apple.

Lu Zhuo froze instantly!

My mind went completely blank, as if a bomb had been dropped on it.

All reason and restraint crumbled under this kiss.

"Yao Yao".

He called her by her full name, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

Do you know what you're doing?

Lin Yiyao obviously didn't know.

She was just very drunk, and the big thing in front of her made her feel safe.

His scent and his warmth made her want to get closer.

The bump under her lip slid slightly, which she found amusing.

Then it stuck out its tongue and licked it curiously.

Like tasting an unfamiliar candy.

For Lu Zhuo, however, it was like a spark thrown into dry tinder.

The fire drove him to a complete breakdown of his sanity.

He suddenly lowered his head and captured those incredibly soft lips.

It is a plundering of long-suppressed desires, guilt, longing, and love.

He pried open her teeth.

Lin Yiyao was breathless from the kiss and let out a soft whimper.

Instead of waking Lu Zhuo up, the voice acted as a catalyst.

He placed one hand behind her head and unconsciously stroked her slender waist with the other.

The skin beneath my palms is delicate and smooth, like the finest warm jade.

His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were filled with surging lust.

Lin Yiyao was drunk and felt hot all over, as if she were floating on clouds.

She responded awkwardly and clumsily.

Her fingers unconsciously ran through his thick black hair, gently tugging at it.

This subtle gesture completely ignited Lu Zhuo's passion.

His kisses began to move downwards uncontrollably.

It landed on her slender neck, her collarbone...

His hand instinctively slipped under her clothes and stroked her smooth back.

Lin Yiyao tilted her head back, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed, completely absorbed in the moment.

She unconsciously called his name.

“Lu Zhuo…Lu Zhuo…”

The sound was like the strongest liquor, poured into Lu Zhuo's ears.

His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were filled with a madness tinged with lust.

The person beneath him was so soft and obedient, letting him do whatever he wanted.

He was almost about to recklessly sink into depravity.

The moment his fingers touched the clasp of her bra on the back.

The person beneath him trembled slightly, as if from unease or from cold.

Just like that.

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over my head.

Lu Zhuo's every move came to an abrupt halt.

He propped himself up, his chest heaving, staring at the person beneath him.

Lin Yiyao's eyes were glazed over, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. She was breathing heavily with her mouth slightly open, looking like she was ready to be taken.

She had no idea what she was doing.

She was drunk.

If he continues, what kind of look will she have when he wakes up tomorrow morning?

Disgust? Fear? Or utter despair?

He can live a carefree and unrestrained life.

The one thing we must never do is take advantage of someone's misfortune.

Especially towards her.

He took advantage of her while she was drunk and completely unaware of what she was doing.

What's the difference between him and those scumbags who want to take advantage of her?

He kept talking about repentance, protecting, and starting anew.

Is it at a time like this that we drag her into another ambiguous relationship?

no.

Absolutely not.

He resigned himself to his fate and decided to be a decent person for once.

Although he has absolutely nothing to do with the concept of a virtuous person.

All passion and desire were forcibly suppressed in an instant.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the redness in his eyes had mostly faded, replaced by a painful clarity.

He took a deep breath and lifted himself off her.

The movements were slow, but incredibly determined.

The warm touch abruptly left, and Lin Yiyao let out a dissatisfied whimper, opening her eyes in a daze.

"Lu Zhuo?"

Her voice was soft and sweet with emotion and confusion.

Lu Zhuo turned his face away, not daring to look at her purely seductive appearance.

He pulled the blanket next to him and carefully wrapped her up, covering even her shoulders completely.

Then, he took a step back and stood by the bed.

"Yaoyao, you are truly the biggest calamity of my life."

"Go to sleep."

After saying that, he resolutely turned around and walked straight to the bathroom.

The cold water washed over my body, but it couldn't wash away the burning and bitterness in my heart.

He leaned against the tiled wall, tilted his head back, and let the water hit his face.

Damn it, this is even harder to endure than being stabbed back then.