Will I become a spoiled child after drinking?
The clock ticked past eleven. The penthouse was completely silent.
Shen Yu sat cross-legged on the soft carpet in the living room, with an opened bottle of red wine and a solitary crystal glass in front of him. Half of the wine had been consumed, and an abnormal blush appeared on his fair cheeks. His usually clear black eyes were now covered with a layer of mist, his gaze somewhat distracted, and he stared out of focus at a certain point in the void.
A faint, almost intangible aroma lingered in the air, one that didn't belong here. It was a cool, slightly aggressive, woody masculine fragrance, with a base of warm musk. It was quite sophisticated, not the cool, feminine scents Lin Qingyue often wore.
This scent came from Lin Qingyue, who had returned from the previous night. She had attended an important business dinner yesterday with a young, accomplished entrepreneur with a strong style and, reportedly, a strong sense of image. Lin Qingyue returned with a hint of her usual fatigue, but her eyes were bright, evidently indicating a smooth conversation. As she took off her coat, the faint scent of her unfamiliar perfume wafted into the air.
Shen Yu was handing her slippers when she paused for a moment. The smell was like a tiny needle, gently pricking him.
Lin Qingyue seemed unaware and walked straight to the study to deal with emails, leaving him with only her slender and distant figure and the lingering scent.
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She also went to the dinner party today. It's so late, why hasn't she come back yet? For some reason, Shen Yu found the bottle of red wine that Lin Qingyue liked. He was a very shallow drinker and rarely touched it. But at this moment, the stuffy and inexplicable emotions in his heart were like a ball of wet cotton blocking his chest, making him inexplicably want to use something to disperse it.
Under the influence of alcohol, the subtle unease and bitterness were magnified infinitely. He sat alone on the carpet, his mind racing with the scenes of the dinner party: the elegantly dressed, the clinking of glasses. Did she ever flash that faint yet captivating smile to anyone? Did the man wearing perfume get close to her? Did they have a good conversation? Was he handsome?
The more I thought about it, the more upset I felt. The glass of wine was empty again and again, and he dazedly refilled it.
When the sound of the door opening came from the entrance, Shen Yu was already drunk and his vision was blurred. He raised his head slowly and looked over.
Lin Qingyue immediately saw Shen Yu, who was sitting on the carpet with a dazed look in her eyes and flushed cheeks, and the bottle of conspicuous red wine. She was slightly startled, a hint of surprise flashed in her brown eyes, and then she frowned.
"Why are you drinking?" She approached, with a hint of imperceptible blame in her voice, and more of doubt. The Shen Yu she knew was well-behaved and sensible, and would never behave in such a way.
Shen Yu looked up at her. The alcohol made his brain dull, but made his emotional expression particularly straightforward. His dark eyes were instantly filled with a layer of grievance, and his lips were slightly pursed, as if he had been bullied.
"Sister..." He spoke, his voice soft and sticky, with a hint of the hoarseness that comes with drinking. He dragged out his words, as if he was acting coquettishly, but also as if he was accusing someone else. "You... smell like someone else..."
He spoke vaguely, but Lin Qingyue understood instantly.
She was stunned for a moment, then found his drunken, jealous, yet non-aggressive appearance amusing. The displeasure she'd felt at his unauthorized drinking quietly faded, replaced by a novel and delightful feeling. Her little canary had not only learned to peck, but also to savor.
She squatted down in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. Closer, the scent of the perfume that didn't belong to her seemed even more pronounced. She deliberately didn't avoid it, instead looking at him with a hint of amusement: "Hmm? What's that smell?"
Shen Yu saw that she not only did not explain, but seemed to be teasing him on purpose, which made him feel even more wronged. He stretched out his hand, not very boldly, but gently grabbed a little bit of the cuff of her clothes with his fingertips, shook it, looked at her with wet eyes, and said with a strong nasal tone: "It doesn't smell good... I don't like it..."
He lowered his head, his forehead almost touching his knees, and muttered softly and vaguely: "I don't like it at all... Can you stay away from him..."
This look of complete dependence, tinged with a touch of willful possessiveness, completely pleased Lin Qingyue. A genuine smile flashed across her eyes, and even the corners of her lips, which usually seemed a little cold, gently raised a clear arc.
She reached out her hand, but without touching him first, she took the wine glass away from his hand to prevent him from drinking. Then, her fingertips gently brushed away the messy hair on his forehead, and it felt hot to the touch.
"Just for this, you got yourself drunk like this?" There was an obvious smile in her voice, which was particularly clear in the silent night.
Shen Yu trembled slightly at the slight coolness of her fingertips, but subconsciously chased after the coolness and rubbed it, like a puppy seeking comfort. He nodded, then shook his head, his logic confused: "...unhappy."
Lin Qingyue finally laughed softly. She stood up, then bent down, put her arms under his armpits, and with a little force, she dragged the drunk man to sit on the sofa.
Shen Yu subconsciously grabbed her hand. After Lin Qingyue sat down, he naturally shrunk into her arms, his hot cheek pressed against the slightly cool skin on her neck. The nasty smell of perfume seemed to be covered by her own cool breath. He felt a little relieved, but he felt even more dizzy because of this sudden intimate posture.
"Silly boy." Lin Qingyue patted his back, a smile still lingering in her voice, "It's just a business social."
Shen Yu looked at her with a misty look in his eyes, and repeated stubbornly: "...stay away."
"Okay, stay away." Lin Qingyue was rare in her patience and followed the drunkard's words to coax him, gently patting his cheek with her fingertips.
Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, or perhaps it was the promise he got, Shen Yu finally closed his eyes obediently, his long eyelashes casting a weak shadow under his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even and long.
Lin Qingyue looked at his sleeping face, which was still flushed, and her brown eyes were filled with emotion. Finally, she leaned over and placed a light kiss on his smooth forehead.
"You're quite jealous." She whispered to herself, with an indulgence in her tone that she herself didn't even notice.
The next morning, Shen Yu woke up with an unfamiliar headache. The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and he squinted his eyes to adjust for a while. Then, fragmented memories of last night flooded into his mind like a tide - the unfamiliar smell of perfume, red wine, him pulling her sleeve and acting coquettishly, saying he didn't like it, asking her to stay away from others... and that light kiss on the forehead...
So embarrassing! So happy!
In the restaurant, Lin Qingyue was having breakfast leisurely and watching the financial news. When she heard the noise, she looked up and saw Shen Yu walking out with a dawdling, evasive look in his eyes.
Lin Qingyue put down the tablet and looked at him leisurely, with a clear mischievous light flashing in her brown eyes.
"Awake?" She asked calmly, as if nothing had happened. "Do you have a headache?"
Shen Yu didn't dare to look at her at all. She lowered her head and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "...It doesn't hurt anymore, sister."
"Oh?" Lin Qingyue drawled out her words, tapping the table lightly with her fingertips. "It seems your drinking capacity has improved? Maybe we can try something stronger next time?"
Shen Yu's face turned even redder, and she almost buried her face in the cup of milk in front of her.
Lin Qingyue seemed to be in a particularly good mood throughout the morning.
When he was helping her get the documents, she would suddenly say lightly: "Don't worry, I don't have any clients today, so I don't smell."
As he made her coffee, she would look at his red ears and ponder, "Should we ban alcohol from our house from now on? Otherwise, some of the kids will get drunk and act crazy again, saying they don't like this or that."
Every time, Shen Yu wanted to disappear from the spot accurately, and the red on his ears never faded.
Lin Qingyue just drank her coffee elegantly, admiring his embarrassed and unable-to-refute look, and felt that this gave her a different kind of pleasure than any successful business negotiation.
Her boy, even his jealous look, was so pleasing to her.
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