Jiang Cheng glanced at Luo Xiaoli's expression and realized that she was indeed drunk; her eyes were unfocused and she looked unsteady.
But even as it drifts, it is looking at itself.
Her gaze lingered strangely on his face, carrying an inexplicable sense of desire. Combined with the dim candlelight, the smile on her face appeared and disappeared.
Jiang Cheng was puzzled, wondering what Xiao Li was laughing at, and he felt that the smile was malicious.
So he dared not let Xiaoli drink anymore and quickly put the red wine aside. He was in a good mood today and had already had much more than the two glasses he had planned, and he was afraid that if he drank any more, he would lose his composure and be unable to control his emotions.
Alcohol amplifies emotions countless times, causing people to blurt out things they wouldn't dare to do or things they'd been holding back.
That's why people often say that people speak the truth when they're drunk.
Some people are addicted to alcohol, loving that psychedelic feeling. They drown their sorrows in bars, pass out on the streets, or embrace the wind on rooftops.
Jiang Cheng once read a popular novel that described that kind of hedonistic feeling very well: "I forgot which night it started, but I made this place my home. I like the women swaying their hips here, I like the swaying lights, I like the different colors of alcohol, I like the scent of perfume mixed with tobacco, I like the hedonistic feeling here, and then, in the hedonistic feeling, I carve my messy past into a tombstone."
Jiang Cheng himself had also drunk quite a bit. He was still able to stay rational, but he was afraid that if he continued, he would become less sober.
So he said, "Xiao Li, you've eaten enough, let's rest and not drink anymore."
"Okay." Luo Xiaoli reluctantly stood up; she actually felt she could drink a little more.
Unexpectedly, she almost fell at this stop. She staggered a couple of times and felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She quickly grabbed the table for support.
"Are you alright?" Jiang Cheng was startled and quickly got up to help him up.
"No, I just tripped over a table leg. Don't worry about me, brother." Luo Xiaoli waved her hand and patted the innocent table with her slender hand.
It was time to rest. The meal had lasted an hour and a half. Outside, the lights of thousands of homes were already on. Through the windows, you could see small windows with lights on, giving a warm feeling.
With her mind in a bit of a mess, Luo Xiaoli was thinking about what to do next. She couldn't walk in a straight line, so she forced herself to steady herself and walk into the room. In her mind, she had already devised an evil plan.
Jiang Cheng watched Xiao Li with some worry from behind, put the cork back on the wine bottle, completely unaware of what he was about to face.
He tidied up his things a little and planned to go into the room later.
However, as Luo Xiaoli walked, she didn't forget to turn on the lights in the living room, the bedroom, and even the television.
This action surprised Jiang Cheng, who was somewhat puzzled as to why she would do such a thing.
After standing there lost in thought for a long time, Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered a psychology textbook he had once read. It said that people who are afraid of loneliness but are often lonely will do this when they go home: try to make some noise to alleviate the overwhelming and suffocating feeling of loneliness.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a pang of sadness. He had been away on scientific research for two months, without spending time with Xiao Li. She already lacked a sense of security, and this unintentional habitual behavior only revealed how lonely she had always been.
It seems I'll have to set aside more time for this in the future, Jiang Cheng secretly resolved.
After he finished getting ready, he washed up briefly in the bathroom and splashed some cool water on his face. The sudden coolness relieved the dizziness caused by the alcohol.
He got up and went inside the house.
The moment the door opened.
Jiang Cheng discovered that it wasn't very bright inside.
Perhaps it was intentional on Luo Xiaoli's part; she only turned on the wall lamps on either side of the bed, and in the dim light, she sat on the bed instead of lying down.
In the dim light, her movements were barely visible. Bathed in the glow, Luo Xiaoli's cheeks were flushed with a shy blush, making her breathtakingly beautiful. A faint smile played on her lips. Although it was early winter, the room was not cold. She had changed into a light dress, exposing her fair thighs to the air.
Luo Xiaoli placed her hand on her toes, holding a black object in her hand, and slowly threaded it upwards. The object immediately attracted Jiang Cheng's attention, and he was surprised to discover it a few seconds later.
These are black stockings!
Jiang Cheng was still at the entrance, not going inside. He stood there stunned for a long time, staring intently at the heart-pounding scene, forgetting even to breathe.
Her legs, as white and straight as those in a comic book, create a striking contrast with the half-exposed clothing, making it impossible to look away.
Luo Xiaoli continued dressing herself, ignoring Jiang Cheng. But her movements were extremely slow, as if she was deliberately letting him see every detail. A captivating smile appeared on her lips, completely different from her usual demeanor.
She is a completely different person at home and in public.
Jiang Cheng's heart pounded harder and harder, and his face began to heat up unconsciously.
The more blurred something is, the more it can capture your attention.
The air in the room seemed to have become tender and affectionate, and the romantic atmosphere made him feel very uncomfortable. He unconsciously swallowed and didn't know what to say.
After she finished dressing, her slender legs were crossed, and her toes lifted slightly, pointing to the very tip of her foot, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Luo Xiaoli's legs are almost perfect.
"Is it pretty?" she asked.
"So...beautiful." Jiang Cheng finally snapped out of his daze, coughed lightly, focused his gaze on the floor, and walked forward, trying his best to appear less nervous. It was strange; even though they had spent so much time together, why was his heart still pounding so fiercely?
Could it be because Luo Xiaoli is a fickle succubus?
He had just sat down on the edge of the bed when Luo Xiaoli hugged his neck with a grin. "You like this, right?"
"I really like it."
"Then I'll wear it for you every day from now on, okay?"
"No need, you look good in other clothes too."
Jiang Cheng began making hypocritical remarks; most men are like that, often pretending to be serious.
"It's late, let's go to sleep." Luo Xiaoli pulled Jiang Cheng over, and without saying a word, she lay on his chest, placing her hand on his cheek.
At that moment, she clearly felt the temperature on Jiang Cheng's face, and asked with amusement, "Why is your face so hot?"
"No, it's probably just a bit hot."
"It's hot, so why not just take it all off?"
So Luo Xiaoli stretched out her wicked hand and placed it on his waistband.
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