Chapter 9 Drunkenly Staying Overnight

The original poster replied to post #71: I'm currently on Crush's sofa, seeking advice on how to complete the romance in one go. Waiting online, please advise!

[72nd floor] I thought the original poster had been completely taken advantage of by Crush!

[Post #73] I suggest buying a box of BYT first; hygiene and safety should come straight to your stomach! (doge emoji)

[74th Floor] We were just secretly passing through the garage, and now you've already entered the main room?

[75th Floor] Your desire to sleep with each other is as obvious as lice on a bald man's head.

[76th Floor] I bet five cents! Something big is going to happen tonight! If I lose, I'll... bet another five cents!

[77th Floor] From the garage to the living room, then to the kitchen, then to the bedroom... OP, try this layout.

[Post #78] I've already prepared peanuts, sunflower seeds, and bottled water! OP, please take this seriously!

[79th Floor] Does it have that "I'm drunk, but I only want to be drunk in your arms" look?

[Post #80] These are all ancient foxes, what are they playing at?! OP, just go for it!

[Post #81] OP, let me teach you. When he comes over, just say: I feel dizzy, can I lean on your shoulder?

[Post #82] I've already prepared peanuts, sunflower seeds, and beer!

[Post #83] OP! The key to dealing with this kind of reserved yet abstinent type is to be overtly flirtatious! Ambiguous teasing is perfect for you!

OP: Okay, I'll give it a try.

Is it an overt flirtation, or a vague and ambiguous teasing?

...

Lin Yi exited the forum, turned off his phone screen, and his fingertips still felt slightly warm from the bold suggestions he had learned.

He took a deep breath and looked back at the tall figure in the kitchen.

Shen Beidao was facing away from him, preparing a simple meal in the kitchen.

The warm yellow light accentuated the powerful, firm curves of his hips, which were encased in his suit trousers.

As he bent over, the high-quality fabric stretched slightly, and just imagining it made one feel its soft and bouncy texture.

Lin Yi rested his chin on his hand, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table, a silent flame gently burning in his heart: Absolutely perfect…

If I had been a top-tier model like Shen Beidao when I was studying human anatomy, I would definitely have consistently topped the exam rankings!

Although Lin Yi is known as a "master of romance," his list of ex-boyfriends is as long as sixty-five.

But he knew in his heart that this was just a bluff to achieve a certain goal, a shield he used to disguise and test others.

Many of his "ex-boyfriends" didn't even last 24 hours before he ruthlessly "broke up" with them. As for deeper intimate contact, he was pitifully inexperienced.

His mood at that moment was like that of someone secretly carrying a rebellious rabbit, feeling extremely uneasy.

Shen Beidao seemed to sense the overly intense gaze behind him. He turned slightly to the side, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a section of his forearm with smooth lines and even skin tone.

He took off his suit jacket, leaving him in only a fitted dark vest and a white shirt.

He simply stood there, the light casting a sharp silhouette on him, his broad shoulders tapering to a waist where his waist was bound by a vest, leaving a deep mark.

Beneath the white shirt, the back muscles rippled with every movement, each line silently disappearing into the shadows of the waist.

About twenty minutes later.

Shen Beidao carried over a steaming bowl of tomato and egg noodles and gently placed it on the table in front of Lin Yi. His voice was as gentle as ever: "You eat first, and I'll go cook two more dishes."

Lin Yi almost instinctively reached out and grabbed his wrist. The skin his fingertips touched was warm and dry, and he could feel his steady pulse. "That's enough, stop busy."

He tilted his head back, trying to make his eyes look clear and innocent, with a hint of dependence, "I only need to eat a little. It's already ten o'clock, and eating too much won't help with digestion."

As he spoke, he gently and slowly rubbed the softest part of the other person's inner wrist with his fingertips, a move that could be considered a "blatant flirtation" taught by netizens.

Shen Beidao's gaze lingered on Lin Yi's hand for a moment, his eyes seeming to darken slightly. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go get you a drink."

"Do you have any wine?" Lin Yi asked casually, his heart trembling slightly at the bold idea he was about to put into practice.

"Do you want a drink?" Shen Beidao asked, looking at him.

"A little drink is good for the soul!" Lin Yi smiled, his eyes crinkling with a hint of ambiguity, his gaze moist. "So we can go to bed early later."

We're all adults; there's no need to spell things out.

Lin Yi did not suggest going back, nor did Shen Beidao offer to see him off.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air, a tacit understanding crackling in the quiet air, carrying a dangerous undercurrent of emotion between adults…

Shen Beidao gave him a deep look, then turned and walked toward the refrigerator.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Lin Yi's gaze was drawn to a square bottle of foreign liquor on the bar counter next to him.

Curious, he walked over, ran his fingertips over the glass bottle, and observed that the liquor was clear as water, and that the label read: [Alcohol content 55%]

“Chen,” he turned around, his voice tinged with feigned curiosity, “may I try some?”

Shen Beidao was walking over with a bottle of low-alcohol sparkling wine. Upon seeing this, he frowned slightly: "That's a bit too strong and doesn't taste good right now."

"It's okay." Lin Yi tilted his head, like a curious and affectionate kitten. "I like to try things I haven't tasted before, is that alright? Just a little bit."

He extended his index finger and thumb, making a "just a little bit" gesture, full of an irresistible plea.

Shen Beidao was still hesitant. Although the wine tasted pure, it had a strong aftereffect, and he was worried...

Seeing that Shen Beidao didn't object, Lin Yi seemed to have received tacit approval. He quickly picked up a clean glass of strong liquor next to him, poured himself a full glass, and tilted his head back as if drinking water, "glug glug..."

"Lin Yi, drink three-tenths of an ounce at a time..."

The liquid, like a flame, instantly swept down my throat, bringing a strong and direct coolness. It tasted exceptionally good, almost indistinguishable from a regular iced drink.

Shen Beidao's attempt to dissuade him had barely begun; before he could even finish saying "one-third," Lin Yi had already slammed the empty glass back onto the bar, leaving a few drops of colorless liquor at the bottom.

And on his own face, a pale pink blush quickly spread from his cheeks to his neck.

The effects of the alcohol didn't seem to hit my head immediately, but a warm sensation was already slowly fermenting in my stomach.

Emboldened by the borrowed courage of the wine, Lin Yi took three steps at a time and walked up to Shen Beidao.

Stand still.

He felt his cheeks burning and his ears burning, but his eyes were unusually bright.

Her face was even misty with alcohol, and she stared intently at the man who had captivated her.

"Sinking North Island".

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse and trembling from the alcohol, "Listen to me first. You are not allowed to speak or interrupt me until I finish speaking."

Shen Beidao watched as his cheeks and earlobes flushed red at a visible speed, his peach blossom eyes clouded with a misty haze. He sighed helplessly, a trace of regret rising in his heart: If he had known this would happen, he should have hidden this bottle of wine in advance, or at least... diluted it with some water.

He envisioned the night not beginning with a drunken stupor.

“I…” Lin Yi took a deep breath before continuing, “From the first moment I saw you at the coffee shop, I felt something very different about you…”

He reached out as if trying to grab something, but in the end he just swayed helplessly in the air and grasped nothing at all.

"Although we've only known each other for...five or six days? But love knows no length of time! I especially, especially like..."

He tried hard to organize his thoughts, wanting to pour out all the passionate words he had learned from the forum and that were churning in his heart, but his mind was like a kite that had suddenly lost its string, drifting away uncontrollably.

The once-single Chenbei Island split into two, its outlines began to blur, and it started to sway rhythmically from side to side...

"Huh? Was there an earthquake?"

Lin Yi shook his increasingly heavy head in confusion, trying to dispel the annoying dizziness, but his body slumped forward against his will, landing right in a firm and warm embrace.

A familiar scent instantly enveloped him.

"I haven't finished speaking yet..."

He mumbled a complaint, his cheek unconsciously rubbing against the finely textured shirt, like a little wildcat seeking comfort, "Shen Beidao, why are you hugging me so urgently... I haven't finished speaking... I... I like..."

The final "I like you" was never fully uttered, like a dissipated sigh, vanishing into the fibers of the fabric.

Lin Yi's head drooped completely, resting heavily on Shen Beidao's chest, sinking into the deep darkness woven by alcohol.

His warm breath, penetrating the thin fabric of his shirt, soothed Shen Beidao's skin...

Shen Beidao stood frozen in place, feeling the sudden increase in weight in his arms and the unguarded, dependent posture.

He looked down at Lin Yi's tightly closed eyes and his lips, which were even redder from the alcohol...

He pressed his temples and felt a headache he had never experienced before.

He glanced at his watch. From the time he entered the room until now, excluding the time spent cooking, they had only had a pitiful three minutes of actual time alone together.

If I had known this would happen, I really shouldn't have kept this kind of troublesome strong liquor at home.

He sighed resignedly, bent down, and carefully picked Lin Yi up in his arms.

The young man was lighter than he had imagined. Curled up in his arms, he had shed all his arrogance, leaving only complete trust and vulnerability.

Shen Beidao carried him into the bedroom and gently placed him on his spacious bed. He took off his shoes, pulled the soft down comforter over him, and covered him completely up to his chin.

Lin Yi, who was fast asleep, appeared exceptionally well-behaved, though his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was still troubled by something in his dream.

Shen Beidao stood quietly by the bed for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the boy's peaceful sleeping face with mixed feelings. In the end, he simply turned off the main light silently, leaving only a dim bedside lamp, and then gently closed the door.

Back in the restaurant, looking at the bowl of tomato and egg noodles that had only been tasted once, Shen Beidao silently sat down, picked up the chopsticks that Lin Yi had used, and began to eat his dinner.

He has never liked wasting food.

He thought it was simply to avoid wasting food.

Just then, Lin Yi's phone, which he had left on the dining table, suddenly lit up. Then, the shrill ringtone rang again and again, persistent as a death knell.

Shen Beidao didn't intend to pay attention to it; he had no right to answer other people's private calls.

But the ringing showed no signs of stopping, sounding particularly jarring in the empty room and making people uneasy.

He eventually picked up the phone; the screen displayed two words: "Mom."

Shen Beidao was worried that something urgent had happened at home and he couldn't find anyone. After hesitating for a while, his finger hovered over the green answer button for a moment before he finally pressed it.

Before he could even utter a "hello," a woman's heart-wrenching, desperate scream, filled with sobs and utter despair, came from the other end of the phone:

"Lin Yi! You went to see Xie Chun alone again?! Are you trying to drive me to my death?! Are you really that shameless? Do you have to sleep with men? Do you have to be like your father?! Are you only satisfied when you've completely ruined your mother?...

A barrage of questions, cries, and curses, like a mixture of ice and water, rained down on me.

However, the storm on the other end of the phone failed to move Shen Beidao; his gaze turned heavily towards the bedroom...

He worried that if the little rabbit's secret were discovered, it might drag his budding heart into an abyss...

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