Leng Yue's gaze fell on Lu Qingzhou's handsome face. The surrounding lights cast a hazy, soft glow on his features, making him look very dashing.
She bit her red lips lightly, a strange impulse welling up inside her, and reached out, wanting to pinch his face.
However, just as her fingertips touched his burning cheek, Lu Qingzhou, in a daze, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed wildly, muttering, "Who is it?"
Leng Yue's eyes widened, and her body instantly stiffened.
She never expected that Lu Qingzhou's hand would land in such an ambiguous place.
At that moment, she was wearing a thin nightgown, intending to take a shower after changing, as she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
A surge of scalding heat rushed to the top of her head, and Leng Yue's face flushed bright red, spreading from her cheeks to her ears and even her neck.
"Lu Qingzhou!"
Leng Yue was both ashamed and angry, her voice trembling, and in her panic, she forcefully slapped the hand away.
But the drunken Lu Qingzhou couldn't hear her shouts. His hand rose uncontrollably again, reaching out to grab in the same direction.
Feeling both embarrassed and anxious, Leng Yue took two steps back in a panic, and bumped into the coffee table behind her with a "bang".
A few drops of water sloshed out of the glass and spilled onto the coffee table, making a crisp sound.
Leng Yue took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, but her heart was pounding like a drum, her chest filled with panic and shame.
"If you were sober, it would be fine, but you took advantage of me while you were all confused. Who am I supposed to complain to? This won't do."
She was both angry and confused, and was about to explode when, to her surprise, Lu Qingzhou's damned fingers squeezed her twice more.
"Ah!" Leng Yue exclaimed in surprise. A jolt of electricity ran through her body, her mind went blank, and she stood there completely stunned.
Lu Qingzhou woke up instantly, slowly opening his dazed eyes. When he saw where his hand was gripping, and Leng Yue's shy eyes and flushed cheeks,
My brain went blank for a second, then shut down instantly.
'What the hell is going on? Am I dreaming? But it feels so real.'
He instinctively pinched it again, then realized he wasn't dreaming. Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand, sobering up somewhat.
Just as Leng Yue was about to cry out in surprise, Lu Qingzhou hurriedly reached out and pulled her back, trying to stop her.
Leng Yue lost her balance and fell straight onto Lu Qingzhou.
Their eyes met, and their lips touched.
A soft, alcoholic touch swept into Leng Yue's brain.
Lu Qingzhou hadn't expected that his simple pull would cause the woman to fall down on him.
Leng Yue braced herself against Lu Qingzhou's chest and struggled to sit up. Lu Qingzhou also reached out to support Leng Yue's body.
Now is not the time for flirting. If Su Qingyao comes out and sees us, it will be troublesome.
Lu Qingzhou apologized hastily, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I... I drank too much, I thought I had caught... I thought you were Qingyao."
He explained incoherently, his voice filled with panic and helplessness.
Leng Yue was able to keep her composure as she listened to Lu Qingzhou's incoherent ramblings.
But when she heard the name "Qingyao," her heart shattered into countless pieces.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, landing on Lu Qingzhou's hand. The tears were scalding and bitter. 'Why does it have to be Yao Yao? Why can't it be me?'
When Lu Qingzhou saw Leng Yue crying, he panicked.
He raised his hand to wipe away her tears, repeatedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't cry!"
Leng Yue's tears, like broken kites, rolled down her cheeks one by one.
She looked at Lu Qingzhou quietly, her eyes filled with pain and disappointment, her voice choked with sobs: "Why does it have to be Yao Yao, and not me? Lu Qingzhou, tell me."
Lu Qingzhou was taken aback by Leng Yue's sudden emotions and questioning. He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was choked by something, and he could not make a sound.
He stared blankly at Leng Yue, his mind a complete mess.
The atmosphere in the living room froze instantly, so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.
Lu Qingzhou's Adam's apple bobbed violently; the panic from before was still churning through his blood.
Leng Yue's tearful question pierced his still-unresolved consciousness like a silver needle.
He stared at the tear-streaked face, his throat tightening. An invisible thread now stood between them, and the words of explanation were like a dull knife, impossible to cut through.
Leng Yue's fingernails dug deeply into her palms, almost drawing blood from under her nails.
Hot tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision of the man she both loved and hated. She had fantasized countless times about intimate moments with Lu Qingzhou, but she never expected it to end in such a wretched state.
"In your heart, am I just Su Qingyao's shadow? Don't you like me at all?"
These words were the grievances she had accumulated over countless days and nights, now pouring out like a flood breaking through a dam, carrying with them excruciating pain.
She desperately wanted Lu Qingzhou to deny it, to say even a single word that he genuinely cared about her, but the silence before her was more hurtful than any answer.
Lu Qingzhou opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of cotton soaked in ice water.
He dared not look directly into the surging expectation in Leng Yue's eyes, and could only fix his gaze on the ground. A voice inside him seemed to be screaming wildly, "If you're a man, say something! What the hell are you babbling about?"
But another voice timidly retorted: "Don't admit it, don't touch that flutter hidden in your heart."
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