Chapter 72 Drunken Temptation: A Night of Unbridled Passion, Wildcats Entangled
One year ago today, in this very tavern, Qin Shu rescued Song Ying from the chaos.
As a result, she almost mistook Qin Shu for a bad person.
No wonder Song Ying didn't remember.
It's the day we officially confirmed our relationship, the day we got our marriage certificate, birthdays, the first time we added each other as friends, the first date, not to mention Valentine's Day, Qixi Festival...
Anyway, Qin Shu had created so many random anniversaries that it was really hard for her to react immediately.
Song Ying had said before that it was enough to remember birthdays and wedding anniversaries; there was no need for so many fancy names.
However, Qin Shu insisted that life should have a sense of ritual, which led to Qin Shu finding a reason to celebrate almost every month in the past year.
"Looks like he's not completely drunk yet."
Having received a satisfactory answer, Qin Shu sat back down in a good mood and began serving food to Song Ying.
Perhaps because she had been walking all day and only had a quick bite to eat at noon, Song Ying was really hungry and didn't care about Qin Shu at all; she was only thinking about filling her stomach as soon as possible.
Just as we were eating...
"It's so hot, Ash..."
Song Ying raised her hand and gently fanned herself, her cheeks becoming increasingly flushed, and the tears in her eyes becoming more and more hazy. She even couldn't help but reach out to take off her outer shawl.
Beneath a white shawl was a Chanel-style slip dress, and a red mole on her delicate collarbone shimmered under the light, more dazzling than the Heart of the Ocean diamond she wore.
Qin Shu's eyes darkened, and he quickly moved to sit next to Song Ying, helping her adjust her shawl.
"Honey, it's not hot. Put your clothes on."
"It's hot, so hot."
Song Ying pouted, her cherry lips glistening with a jelly-like sheen.
Completely unaware of how alluring I am at this moment.
With her eyes seemingly covered by a layer of mist, Song Ying raised her hand and began to scratch Qin Shu's pretty face randomly.
"Ah Shu, what's wrong, Ah Shu? How come you've become two?"
"Where is my Ashyu? My big Ashyu is gone..."
"Where's Ash? Where did you go? Ash, stop shaking me..."
Her voice was soft and delicate, and her body was supple and boneless, but unfortunately, her hand was just too uncontrollable.
One hand was rubbing and pinching his face, while the other hand was touching and rubbing his body, even trying to take off his clothes.
Qin Shu: "..."
Recalling the strong liquor that Song Ying had downed in one gulp, and then looking at the drunkard who was still quite tipsy, Qin Shu couldn't help but laugh and cry. He secretly vowed never to give this shallow-witted sparrow a single drop of liquor again.
Fortunately, dinner was already more than halfway done, so at least we were full.
Fearing that if he stayed any longer, the little darling in his arms might do something outrageous again, Qin Shu put his coat on Song Ying, then picked her up and said goodbye to the tavern owner, Simmons, before leaving.
When we got back to the hotel, the crew was still setting up the equipment they would be using the next day in the lobby.
The camera zoomed in and captured a female celebrity lying drunk in someone's arms, groping his chest with one hand and pinching his butt with the other.
Qin Shu was surprised to find that there were still people in the lobby. After a moment of hesitation, she quickly stepped into the elevator.
And just as the elevator doors were about to close, they were stopped in time.
"Was there a live stream just now?"
The cameraman was taken aback and quickly shook his head.
"It wasn't recorded, was it?"
The cameraman shook his head subconsciously, then nodded vigorously afterward.
Qin Shu: "..."
"What you just recorded, you're not allowed to release. What you just saw, you're not allowed to tell anyone, understand?"
When he said this, Qin Shu sounded like a fierce wolf cub.
The cameraman swallowed hard and nodded blankly.
The elevator doors closed.
Director Zhuo Rui raised his hand and tapped the cameraman on the forehead.
"Nod for what! Such a steamy scene, show it, it has to be shown! Show it right now!"
"But Teacher Qin said it wasn't allowed..."
"He's the director, I'm the director, he pays your salary, I pay your salary? Whose opinion do you listen to!"
"...I'll do as you say."
"That's more like it. If he keeps asking about it tomorrow, just say it was me who said it. Anyway, I didn't promise him I wouldn't let it go."
Zhuo Rui smugly began to calculate his own plans.
They say the early bird catches the worm, but now it seems the late bird catches the worm too!
Qin Shu carried Song Ying directly back to his room.
On the one hand, he didn't know where Song Ying's room key was, and on the other hand, it took him a lot of effort to pull her off him.
It's unclear where Song Ying, with her slender frame, got such strength; she managed to rip two buttons off Qin Shu's shirt.
Sure enough, as soon as I put the person down, the clingy cat came right up to me again.
“Ashu, Ashu…”
His hand traveled from his pectoral muscles to his armpits.
Qin Shu burst into laughter.
"Sweetie, stop making a fuss, I'll go run you a bath."
"Let's take a bath together! Let's take a bath together! Do you want to take a bath with Ashu?"
Song Ying, who is usually aloof and reserved, has never been so alluring and cat-like before.
Even Qin Shu was making this new discovery for the first time.
Alcohol is not a good thing.
Sometimes, however, it can be a good thing.
For example, right now.
The person in his arms had rosy cheeks, and even their delicate collarbones and fair, jade-like skin glowed with a pinkish light. Their eyes, tinged with a drunken allure, possessed a captivating, seductive charm. Their long, feathery eyelashes, when opened and closed, conveyed an unwitting allure within their innocence.
The small shawl she was wearing had long since been thrown away somewhere in the room.
Her exquisite curves pressed against his body, entwining with the burning passion and rising desire in Qin Shu's heart.
He suddenly gently cupped Song Ying's cheeks, his palms soft yet burning hot.
His wild and unrestrained voice was tinged with a husky, lustful tone.
Like a walking love potion.
"Shall we shower together?"
"Yay! Let's take a bath together! Let's take a bath together!"
Hearing that soft, sweet cat-like voice, Qin Shu chuckled softly. Heaven knows, his wife never uses reduplicated words when she's sober.
To delay even a second longer would be disrespectful to this beautiful spring night.
Without further hesitation, Qin Shu carried the person horizontally into the bathroom.
The heatwave quickly created a misty fog on the glass door.
Under the soft glow of the lights, the bathtub was steaming hot, water overflowing the floor and soaking the clothes scattered on it.
But so what?
Nobody cares anymore.
The tide rises and falls, the moonlight shines like silk.
There's no need to walk gently into this deep, good night...
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