As dusk settles, the KTV room is bathed in soft light and gentle music.
Time slipped away unnoticed, and it was already two in the morning.
Some of the people sitting together were already drunk and passed out on one side.
The others were still reluctant to leave, wanting more.
Feng Yuting was sitting on Lin Yuan's lap.
A fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged mature woman was pressed against Lin Yuan's chest, the two whispering and flirting.
The woman, with her eyes glazed over, was held in someone's arms; anyone who saw them would have thought they were a couple.
When Zhao Xiaojun saw that his goddess Feng Yuting was drunk and rubbing her hand against Lin Yuan's collar, his expression was indescribable.
"Brother-in-law, the goddess has almost had enough to drink, don't you think?"
Zhao Xiaojun spoke with a meaningful look, pointing to the dimly lit room inside the private room.
Lin Yuan looked in the direction he pointed, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart.
Did they install a camera in that darkroom?
Did you invite me here for drinks and karaoke to set up a honey trap scam?
Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Yuan's mind.
Just as he was about to speak in response.
A coquettish voice interrupted his thoughts.
The beautiful woman sitting on Lin Yuan's chest, whose eyes were originally blurry with drunkenness, now showed a hint of dissatisfaction.
She shouted in a hoarse, slightly commanding tone.
"Take me home, Brother Yuan."
Judging from the woman's appearance, she was already quite drunk.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan quickly patted her delicate face gently, trying to bring her back to her senses.
"Wake up, don't sleep, Feng Yuting."
Lin Yuan called out the name of the woman in his arms.
However, the response he received was still that vague yet slightly commanding statement: "...Take me home, Brother Yuan."
Listen to that chillingly mature female voice, and look at the fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged woman in front of you, who is almost unconscious from drunkenness.
The hearts of everyone present were stirred.
Lin Yuan helped Feng Yuting up, allowing her to slowly stand up.
"Okay, I'll take you home, but can you still walk?"
Lin Yuan asked with concern.
Those two long, straight, fair legs swayed precariously, like candles flickering in the wind.
Every step seemed so difficult.
He was swaying and staggering, as if he might fall to the ground at any moment.
Just then, the mature woman suddenly stopped in her tracks without warning.
Her body seemed to lose its balance, suddenly leaning forward and then quickly falling backward.
He was about to fall to the ground in a sorry state the next second.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan, who was standing to the side, subconsciously reached out and supported her swaying body.
Ultimately, Lin Yuan had to take a more direct approach to appease her.
He held Feng Yuting's round and perky buttocks firmly with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around her slender waist.
This action brought their chests tightly together.
Although the position looked a bit ambiguous, thankfully they managed to hold on at least once.
Witnessing this scene, Zhao Xiaojun couldn't help but shout, "How did this woman get so drunk?!"
However, despite his loud pronouncements, he seemed hesitant and reluctant to step forward to help.
This unusual behavior suggests there's more to it than meets the eye...
Zhao Xiaojun's eyes darted around, and he said to Lin Yuan, "Brother-in-law, it might not be safe for her to stay in the back seat alone. Why don't you sit in the back seat? I'll drive you home."
Before Lin Yuan could even respond, the words had barely left her mouth when Feng Yuting's soft voice rang out.
"Um... Brother Yuan, please, take me home, okay? There's no one at home who can pick me up right now."
At this moment, Feng Yuting's hands hung limply on Lin Yuan's broad shoulders in front of her.
Before she could finish speaking, she actually raised her head, pouted her pink lips at Lin Yuan, and made a gesture as if she was about to kiss him.
However, this action was only a brief attempt; those alluring lips did not actually touch.
"Hmm... Brother Yuan, please~"
Feng Yuting continued to wriggle her body coquettishly, completely disregarding the intimate contact between herself and Lin Yuan.
Her actions nearly caused the two of them to lose their balance and fall to the ground again.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan quickly reassured him, "Alright, alright, stop moving around. I'll take you back."
After saying that, he carefully adjusted his posture to ensure that he could hold Feng Yuting firmly, and led her toward the gate.
Lin Yuan muttered something to himself while raising his right hand and gesturing a few times towards Zhao Xiaojun.
He gestured for him to hurry over and drive the car to the gate.
Upon receiving the instructions, Zhao Xiaojun was like an ant on a hot pan, unwilling to stay a second longer.
Feng Yuting, who had been standing in Lin Yuan's arms, felt a surge of joy when she heard that Lin Yuan had agreed to her request.
She clung tightly to the man who was dragging her by the hips like a koala, pressing her whole body against him, resting her head gently on Lin Yuan's shoulder, and then parting her lips slightly.
She whispered in his ear, "Mmm, Brother Yuan, I really want it... Please give it to me tonight, okay?"
Her soft and charming voice can truly melt hearts.
Faced with Feng Yuting's fiery enthusiasm, Lin Yuan was momentarily at a loss for words.
But before he could figure out what Zhao Xiaojun was up to, he couldn't directly refuse the request from the woman in his arms.
I could only try to soothe her restlessness by stroking her back with my left hand.
At the same time, he carefully moved the two of them to their new positions with his right hand to avoid causing any unnecessary embarrassment.
After much effort, they finally arrived at the gate.
By this time, Zhao Xiaojun's BMW had been waiting there for quite some time.
The BMW stood out against the dark night, its body reflecting a faint moonlight.
The interior lighting was very soft, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Zhao Xiaojun gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror to observe the movements in the back seat.
At this moment, Feng Yuting, sitting in the back seat, leaned slightly to the side, her slender, fair arms encircling Lin Yuan's waist like a snake.
Those slender, jade-like hands skillfully hooked Lin Yuan's belt.
Her cheek was pressed tightly against Lin Yuan's arm, her breath warm and sweet.
Lin Yuan felt Feng Yuting's affectionate gesture, but his hands remained firmly around the beautiful woman in his arms.
When he looked at Zhao Xiaojun's face through the rearview mirror inside the car, he felt it was as gloomy as water.
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