Chapter 32 Drinking (Second Update) I Want to Kiss You

While taking a shower, Liang Huaixu calmly thought that it must be his excessive restraint of his desires over the past few years that led to such a severe backlash when the two of them lived together.

I had just relieved her discomfort a few days ago, and today, apart from helping her blow-dry her hair, there was no other physical contact. It's really inappropriate for this to happen.

Yunnan Province has a large temperature difference between day and night, and the nights in October are already quite cold.

To clear his mind, he took a cold shower, but when he came out, he was so cold that he sneezed. He then used the heat from the hairdryer to keep warm while drying his hair.

"Come here quickly!" Zhuang Fuyao patted the blankets.

After he crawled in, a refreshing coolness wafted over, and Zhuang Fuyao accidentally touched his icy feet.

She frowned slightly. "Why are you so cold? Did you run out of hot water?"

"There's hot water. You probably caught a chill while drying your hair." Liang Huaixu tucked the blanket around himself. "It'll be warm in a bit."

"Go to sleep." He reached out and turned off the light.

After a long day of travel, they were both exhausted, but neither of them could fall asleep. They tossed and turned several times, and the blankets were letting in a draft through the gap between them.

Zhuang Fuyao suddenly asked, "Would you like to have some wine to warm yourself up?"

"Where did you get this wine?"

"I saw that they sell them in the vending machines outside."

“Okay.” Liang Huaixu was indeed a bit cold and was about to get up when Zhuang Fuyao stopped him. “You’re so cold. Go back to bed and warm up. I’ll go.”

She slipped on her slippers and went to look at the vending machine outside.

The selection of alcoholic beverages was limited, so I just randomly picked a bottle of Jinro and a regular beer.

After mixing it, she washed the water glasses in the guesthouse and poured him a glass.

Liang Huaixu took a sip; it was incredibly sweet.

"What kind of wine is this?"

"It's a mix of soju and beer." This was a combination she found online on the spur of the moment. Neither of these liquors had a high alcohol content, and the drinks were sweet. Since she usually had a good tolerance for alcohol, she didn't think much of it and drank it like a beverage.

Liang Huaixu drank quite a bit to warm himself up.

About twenty minutes later, the two realized that something was wrong.

"...How much alcohol is this liquor?"

Zhuang Fuyao was slightly tipsy, and her tone of voice was rising, "A little over ten degrees, not very strong. But it's strange, it's quite intoxicating."

It's really addictive.

Liang Huaixu felt a bit hot, so he loosened the blanket a little, and the cool air from inside the room made him feel slightly more comfortable.

Zhuang Fuyao yawned, feeling a bit sleepy from the alcohol, but her desire to speak also arose. She turned around and chatted with him, "I've never stayed in a guesthouse before, so I thought I'd book one to try. I didn't expect the pictures online to be so different from the real thing. I'm sorry to have to put up with this."

“Big-name hotels offer quality assurance, but as you said, we’ve never stayed here before, and neither have we. It’s a new experience for us.” He said gently, “Besides, it’s not that bad here. I don’t feel wronged; on the contrary, I’m worried that you won’t adapt.”

"I don't know either." Zhuang Fuyao chuckled softly, burying half her nose in the blanket and smelling a faint scent of lavender laundry detergent pods.

There is a skylight in the ceiling, and a large tree next to it. Moonlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, making the room quite well-lit.

They can all see each other's faces.

However, Liang Huaixu was lying flat, so Zhuang Fuyao could only see his profile... His facial features were very defined, with a high nose bridge and thin, sexy lips.

After showering, my hair wasn't combed back, but instead hung naturally over my forehead, looking fresh and clean, and I felt fragrant all over.

The room was quiet, and the two were about half a bed apart. Her heart was pounding, and the minty taste of toothpaste and a faint smell of alcohol mingled between her teeth. Her breath carried a faint warmth, and she felt a little distracted.

"Liang Huaixu".

"Um?"

"Turn around, let's have a chat."

Liang Huaixu shifted his gaze from the little bird perched on the skylight, turned to the side, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know either."

"..."

"Hmm...Are you hot?"

"fine."

"I'm so hot, the blanket feels a bit too thick." Zhuang Fuyao kicked her leg, revealing one leg which was tucked under the blanket.

...She almost instinctively hooked her foot to the side, but luckily she managed to control herself.

Because of her change in posture, the distance between the two of them narrowed slightly.

She was already wearing very little clothing, and now her legs are completely exposed. She'll definitely catch a cold at night once she falls asleep.

Liang Huaixu frowned. "Don't try to cool yourself off for a moment. Take your feet back."

"No! It's so hot!" Zhuang Fuyao shook her feet in protest.

Liang Huaixu felt a sense of helplessness. She spoke so resolutely, but if she really caught a cold, she would start crying again.

If you say anything to her, she'll throw a tantrum.

Then they continue to ignore it and do things only because they feel like it.

Zhuang Fuyao was spoiled by Ji Lan and Zhuang Shaoping. She was arrogant and spoiled, and no one could control her when she threw a tantrum.

Rather than waiting until she catches a cold and feels unwell before scolding him, it's better to scold her now.

He forcefully pulled the blanket over her and covered her with it.

Zhuang Fuyao resisted with her whole body, and when her acting came to her, she almost bit him. "Liang Huaixu, how dare you take advantage of your age to be so domineering towards me and bully me! Waaah!"

Liang Huaixu thought he had hurt her, so he stopped and looked at her with concern, "Did I hurt you somewhere?"

"It hurts! It hurts everywhere!" she complained.

Liang Huaixu now realized that she was using the pain to express her unwillingness, and he sighed helplessly.

He wondered if it was because of the alcohol, but he felt that she was acting strangely childish today.

She responds better to gentle persuasion than force, so he could only reason with her, "The conditions here are limited, and it would be terrible if you caught a cold here. We might not be able to buy medicine, and the nearby takeout options might not suit your taste..."

Liang Huaixu's words were very relatable. Zhuang Fuyao thought of the torrential rain in the following days. She had only been teasing him, and it would be a real shame if she caught a cold.

Okay.

She obediently pulled her leg back and moved a little closer to him. After all that fuss, one side of the two-meter-wide bed was completely empty, and she and Liang Huaixu squeezed onto the other side.

Liang Huaixu was leaning against the edge of the bed, almost falling off.

She reached under the covers and tugged at his pajama belt. "Come closer, don't fall off."

When the way the person was pulled was so tight, Liang Huaixu's heart skipped a beat when the strap snapped down.

He composed himself and discussed with her, "Why don't you go over there first?"

"Oh." Zhuang Fuyao pretended to move for a long time... but actually only moved a little bit.

Zhuang Fuyao: "It's okay now."

Liang Huaixu sensed that she seemed to want to repeat what she had just done, and he moved away just before her fingers touched her pajama bottoms.

"It's my first time staying in a guesthouse, I'm a little scared." Zhuang Fuyao gave herself a reason to be closer to him, "Can you move closer to me?"

Perhaps due to the alcohol clouding his judgment, Liang Huaixu didn't see anything wrong with what she said. After hesitating for a moment, he led her to move a little closer to the center.

In this way, both of them sleep in the middle of the bed, so there is no risk of them falling off the bed in the middle of the night.

The blanket was shaped like a "U" and sandwiched between them.

Zhuang Fuyao was aroused by his movement of moving forward, and she gently rubbed her legs, which were wrapped in the blanket, together.

After realizing the inappropriateness of his action, Liang Huaixu felt as hot as if he were burning charcoal.

The room fell silent again, but unlike before, a subtle, ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

They were so close that their breaths were intertwined.

He had his eyes closed, but when she looked at him through the moonlight, his ears seemed to be tinged with a light pink.

She really wanted to kiss him; she had recently learned a new term online: "physiological attraction."

That's probably what she felt for Liang Huaixu.

Both the Liang Huaixu of the past and the Liang Huaixu of the present have a strong attraction for her.

"Liang Huaixu," she called softly again.

But this time he did not reply.

Thinking he was asleep, she felt a little disappointed and, understandingly, decided not to disturb him further.

Zhuang Fuyao turned over and went to sleep.

"What's wrong?"

The moment she moved even slightly, Liang Huaixu was on high alert, wondering what she would do next, and quickly opened his eyes.

"You're not asleep!"

Zhuang Fuyao was overjoyed; she was the type who got more and more excited the longer she chatted. In college, when chatting with her roommates, she would always get more and more animated until her roommates would gradually fall asleep.

Seeing that he was still awake, that excitement returned.

At night, after drinking, lying in bed with someone you like, it's not unreasonable to want to kiss them, right?

That's what she thought.

"I can't sleep, I want to talk to you." As she shifted her position, she pretended to unconsciously rub her leg forward, her knee brushing against his leg, which was warm.

Liang Huaixu's eyes were clear, but his voice was hoarse from the heat, "What are you talking about?"

"You still haven't answered my question from last time."

"What's the problem?"

After saying that, Liang Huaixu had a sudden sense of unease and regretted it, but it was too late.

Zhuang Fuyao asked him, "Do you still have sexual needs now?"

“………..”

Liang Huaixu bowed slightly, not wanting to speak.

"...For example, when we lie together like this, do you feel anything?"

Liang Huaixu paused for a few seconds before saying, "I don't think we should talk about this."

She blinked, as if curious, "Why can't we talk about it? Aren't friends supposed to be able to talk about anything?"

He patiently replied, "Even friends can't talk about everything."

"Then we're still family, and we were husband and wife before." Zhuang Fuyao paused, then continued, "Actually, in my opinion, we are still..."

She bit her tongue to stop herself.

Liang Huaixu closed his eyes, feeling somewhat helpless from her persistence. "But I have the right to refuse to answer, don't I?"

"Yes." Zhuang Fuyao nodded. Under the influence of alcohol, her temperament had softened considerably, and she looked somewhat aggrieved. "But I was just curious."

Liang Huaixu had a headache. "Why are you curious?"

Zhuang Fuyao stared at him, her eyelashes trembling, and said frankly, "Lying next to you, I feel a little restless... I want to kiss you, and I wonder if you feel the same way."

"…………"

In her twenties, Zhuang Fuyao was well protected and knew how to express her needs directly without feeling wronged.

Her undisguised expression of her physical needs made Liang Huaixu's breathing even more erratic, and the temperature inside the blankets rose even higher.

“No.” His tone hardened. “So we shouldn’t be talking about this. Logically speaking, it’s not right for us to be lying in the same bed like this after the divorce, but today is a special case.”

"Who gets to judge whether this is right or wrong?" Zhuang Fuyao retorted, "We don't have any new boyfriends or girlfriends, and we haven't wronged anyone, so isn't it enough that we're happy?"

Zhuang Fuyao is psychologically very young, easily impulsive, and prone to sudden urges. Her desire to kiss him is simply driven by hormones. Furthermore, since she doesn't have anyone new she's interested in, she doesn't resist contact with him. Under the influence of alcohol, she doesn't think things through when she speaks or acts.

But he's different.

He hadn't time-traveled; he was thirty-eight years old both physically and mentally. His self-discipline had reached a peak through years of self-discipline, and he had no reason to indulge her recklessness.

To ensure she won't regret it later, he not only needs to maintain proper boundaries, but also guide her correctly.

Just as I was wondering how to start the conversation, I heard a very soft snoring sound next to me.

The Angry Bird, which had been chattering and arguing with him just moments before, suddenly fell asleep.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, her words "I want to kiss you" kept lingering in his mind, and her sweet scent permeated every part of his being.

In this old guesthouse, he hunched over and got an erection for most of the night.