Her gaze remained fixed on his lips, and then, as if out of control, she slowly lowered her head and gently kissed his sexy, thin lips, which reeked of alcohol.
A light kiss aroused the drunken man's passion; he sucked hard on her lips, his eyes tightly closed.
"Huh? You're not drunk?" Jiang asked in surprise, her voice tinged with doubt.
Xu Muyao called out softly and indistinctly, "Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye..."
He then rolled over and pinned Jiang beneath him.
"Huh? This...is this going to lead to drunken sex???"
Jiang's heart pounded like a drum. She swallowed nervously, her hands gripping the man's shirt tightly. She was filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation, a complex emotion that left her at a loss.
Before she could think any further, Xu Muyao showered her with kisses, sometimes intense, sometimes gentle, as he whispered her name.
His fervor overwhelmed the girl beneath him. Jiang felt everything around her become blurry. At that moment, she had only eyes for him, and all she could hear was the thunderous pounding of his heart.
"Xu Muyao..." She gently dodged his urgent, passionate kiss and whispered, "Do you know who I am?"
The drunken man was domineering and unreasonable. He pressed down on her head, which was moving around wildly, and forced her to open her drunken, blurry eyes. Her dark eyes seemed to be glistening with tears.
"Xiao Ye...you are Xiao Ye..."
"Yes! I am Xiao Ye."
Her soft, white fingers gently caressed his cheek, and Jiang coaxed him with a smile, "Tell me, do you like Xiao Ye?"
"I like... I like Xiaoye so much, but I can't like her, yet I can't control my heart..."
His low murmur, tinged with the smell of alcohol and tinged with sorrow, pierced Jiang's heart. She knew what he was afraid of: the remnants of drug traffickers who hadn't been completely eradicated, those lurking like venomous snakes, ready to strike at any moment. The best protection for family and loved ones was to push them far away, pretending not to know them, to be indifferent.
But she couldn't control her desire to be with him, just as he couldn't control his own heart.
"Then don't hold back, okay..." Jiang coaxed softly to the man in front of her who had finally let down his guard.
A passionate yet tender kiss followed her words, urgent yet gentle, intoxicating.
His rough hands slipped inside Jiang Ye's clothes, kneading her delicate, smooth skin, slowly moving from her waist to her chest...
Jiang Ye's inner flame was slowly ignited. With her delicate hands, she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a strong chest covered in scars. She kissed the hideous scars tenderly, and a tear slid down her cheek.
Xu Muyao kissed her earlobe, then from her neck to her shoulder. His kisses ignited her delicate skin, leaving red marks with each kiss.
Jiang had never experienced anything like this before, and her body was exceptionally sensitive. Being kissed like that by him made her feel itchy, and she instinctively tried to pull away.
But the more she acted this way, the more relentlessly the man pursued her.
Xu Muyao suddenly stopped, his eyes deep as a lake, brimming with affection that drew one in. "Xiao Ye, I like you, I can't help liking you..."
Jiang smiled charmingly, reached out and climbed onto his neck, slowly closed her eyes, and prepared herself to give herself to him.
After a long while, Xu Muyao's kiss still didn't fall. Jiang opened one eye in confusion, and suddenly everything went black as the man's head slammed down on her.
"Ouch! What are you doing?" Jiang Ye rubbed her forehead with one hand and gently pushed the man on top of her with the other. "Xu Muyao, Xu Muyao, brother, Brother Xu, Uncle Xu, darling?"
He's asleep? He actually fell asleep at such a crucial moment?! Asleep!
What a bastard!
Jiang pushed him aside forcefully, sat up, and patted his cheek. "Hey, are you really asleep?"
The only response she received was the sound of deep breathing.
Jiang Ye's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot...
He messed up at the crucial moment; turns out that acting recklessly while drunk is not a good idea.
The lingering emotions faded like the tide, and Jiang patted her flushed cheeks, smiling helplessly.
She got up and covered the man on the bed with a blanket, then took a thin blanket from the closet and came to the sofa in the living room.
And so, the two spent what seemed like a peaceful night together.
As dawn breaks, the sky is bathed in a gentle orange-red hue, and the sunrise arrives as promised, slowly rising and illuminating the entire world.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling onto the man's eyelids.
Xu Muyao frowned in discomfort, raising his hand to rub his brow. He felt his throat was dry, as if it were being burned by fire.
After my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I slowly opened them.
He lifted the blanket, looked down at his clean clothes, and felt a pang of anxiety. Who had changed his clothes?
Memories of last night flooded his mind: the tavern, Su Wenqian, and that pure and pretty face became increasingly clear in his mind.
He subconsciously touched his lips, the warm and soft touch still lingering on his lips, it felt so real, like it had actually happened!
He suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. It was true that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. He felt that he had really gone crazy!
Didn't I push her away? It's too late to regret it now. She'll probably have a new boyfriend. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache!
He rubbed his temples and slowly walked into the living room. When he looked up, he saw the petite figure curled up on the sofa. His pupils suddenly contracted and his breath caught in his throat.
Jiang Ye? Why is she here? Did she change his clothes?
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