Chapter 3 Ning Chu, you're drunk [3]
Wen Zhiyu took a deep breath, pushed A Chu away, and refused, saying, "We're outside, let's not kiss yet. Let me help you back to your room first."
Achu asked him, "Will you kiss me when we get back to the room?"
Wen Zhiyu gave a perfunctory reply: "Mm."
Ah Chu leaned on Wen Zhiyu and obediently followed him.
Fortunately, Achu's room was close by, just a few steps away.
The door was not closed, and Wen Zhiyu pushed it open and helped her inside.
As soon as she entered the door, Achu asked Wen Zhiyu to kiss her.
Wen Zhiyu refused again.
Ah Chu persisted, "No! I want a kiss! You never kiss me!"
She swayed and rubbed against Wen Zhiyu.
Wen Zhiyu's Adam's apple bobbed, his anger rising from the friction.
His eyes darkened, and he called her softly, "Ning Chu, you're drunk."
Achu: "I'm not drunk! I'm perfectly sober!"
Wen Zhiyu held her shoulders: "Then can you see clearly who I am?"
Achu stopped rubbing against him and looked up at Wen Zhiyu.
Her eyes were still wet with tears, and her thick, curled eyelashes were also glistening with tears.
Ah Chu blinked, as if trying to see the person in front of her clearly.
“You…you are Aze…my husband…Wen Zeyu…”
Just as Wen Zhiyu was about to deny it, the woman in front of him suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
She clearly had no kissing experience, and she nibbled and bit his lips.
Wen Zhiyu should have pushed her away; after all, she was his sister-in-law.
But he didn't do that.
His rationality seemed to have been completely devoured by Achu, and the restlessness in his body was uncontrollable.
Wen Zhiyu finally realized that something was wrong.
Even if he couldn't resist Ah Chu's temptations, it shouldn't have come to this.
Just then, Wen Zhiyu heard someone knocking on his door across the street.
A gentle female voice rang out: "Mr. Wen, are you inside?"
"You just had some wine, and I was worried you might feel unwell, so I brought you some hangover soup."
"Could you please open the door and let me in?"
Wen Zhiyu immediately realized that there was probably something wrong with the glass of wine he had just drunk.
The thought that he had been tricked made Wen Zhiyu's eyes darken, and his gentle temperament vanished, leaving only gloom.
But at this very moment, Ah Chu in my arms was not behaving herself.
She stopped biting his lips and instead licked his Adam's apple.
The soft, moist touch instantly extinguished Wen Zhiyu's rationality.
He stretched out his long legs and closed the door completely.
The hand that was holding Achu's shoulder moved down and completely wrapped around her waist.
Wen Zhiyu picked her up and took a few long strides to the bedside.
He looked at A-Chu, who was pinned beneath him with dazed eyes, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Ning Chu, I'll give you one more chance. Push me away."
Achu looked up at Wen Zhiyu.
The main light in the room was off, only a warm yellow lamp was on.
Wen Zhiyu's handsome face was hidden in the shadows, and his eyes, which were completely different from before, held a surging wave that seemed ready to engulf anyone at any moment.
Achu's cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted.
She wrapped one arm around Wen Zhiyu's neck and touched his face with the other.
"Wen...Yu..."
Wen Zhiyu didn't hear the middle word clearly; he only saw A Chu's invitation.
He leaned down and kissed those red lips that had been tempting him at that moment, conquering and seizing them.
Achu's long hair was spread out on the large bed, her hands were pressed down on both sides, and a large, slender hand with distinct knuckles passed through her fingertips and intertwined with her fingers.
The luxury cruise ship was very stable on the sea, with almost no swaying.
But as the waves crashed, Achu's whole world swayed and shook.
From inside the silk quilt, a slender, fair hand with a pale pink tinge emerged.
Immediately afterwards, a strong, bony hand pulled it back.
The woman's soft voice murmured, "No...no more..."
The man coaxed softly in a hoarse voice, "Sweetie, I'll be gentle this time."
The waves started crashing again.
Ah Chu didn't know when she fell asleep; maybe it was already dawn?
Before her consciousness completely faded, she couldn't help but think that Wen Zhiyu... was probably not quite the same as the person he showed in front of others.
This person's sense of morality is probably almost zero.
Coincidentally, so was she.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to pursue Wen Zhiyu for the sake of excitement.
Thinking about the exciting scenes that awaited her tomorrow, Achu fell asleep contentedly.
.
The next day, Achu was awakened by a knock on the door.
Outside the door, banging on it, was Wen Zeyu.
"Ning Chu!"
"Ning Chu, open the door!"
Achu opened her eyes, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her face showing displeasure at being woken up.
"Hmm~"
She shifted her body and felt a strong, firm hand encircle her waist, her smooth back resting against a warm, broad chest.
A Chu turned around and met Wen Zhiyu's gaze as he woke up.
Wen Zhiyu woke up before A Chu; he woke up almost as soon as Wen Zeyu knocked on the door.
He knew that the current situation was going to cause panic.
But instead of panicking, he was quite interested in seeing how Achu would react.
Wen Zhiyu successfully saw the change in A Chu's facial expression.
At first I was a little confused, then I was terrified when I realized something was wrong.
She almost screamed, but held back because of Wen Zeyu's voice outside the door.
Achu's face turned pale, and her lips trembled: "You...why is it...Big Brother?!"
Wen Zhiyu concealed his true emotions, his face showing embarrassment. He released his arms from A Chu and distanced himself from her.
“When I came back last night, I saw you drunk by the railing. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I wanted to help you back to your room.”
"But you mistook me for Aze..."
"Sorry, I had a few drinks last night, so... I couldn't control myself."
Achu wrapped herself in the blanket, her gaze falling on the scratches on Wen Zhiyu's chest before quickly looking away.
She seemed to recall what happened last night; it was indeed she who had grabbed Wen Zhiyu and wouldn't let him leave.
Wen Zeyu's voice outside the door grew increasingly impatient: "Ning Chu! If you don't get up, go back by yourself! Don't come back saying I don't care about you!"
"I'm giving you three minutes. If you don't come out now, I'm going to have someone open the door!"
Achu immediately turned to look at the door.
Wen Zhiyu also looked towards the door. He twitched his fingers, lifted the covers, got out of bed, and whispered to Achu, "Don't worry, I'll explain to Aze. It's all my fault..."
"No!" Achu rushed over and grabbed Wen Zhiyu's hand, urgently stopping him.
Wen Zhiyu turned to look at her. A Chu looked flustered, because she hadn't even bothered to cover herself with the blanket while pulling him.
He saw the ambiguous marks he had left on her body.
Wen Zhiyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes darkened.
Achu seemed oblivious to all this, and lowered her voice, "No, we can't let Aze know!"
"This was an accident. Let's pretend nothing happened, okay?"
Achu's eyes were full of pleading, as if she still wanted to try her best to maintain her marriage with Wen Zeyu.
Wen Zhiyu thought of what A Chu had said last night when she was drunk: that Wen Zeyu never kissed her. She also remembered that last night was her first time.
The two had been married for almost half a year, yet they had never had any physical intimacy.
But it seems that Achu really likes Wen Zeyu.
Wen Zhiyu's mood, which had been quite good, so soured after he realized this.
However, he no longer insisted on going out to explain to Wen Zeyu, and instead agreed to A Chu's request.
Achu looked relieved and asked Wen Zhiyu to hide in the bathroom for a while.
Wen Zeyu has passed away.
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