Chapter 69 Drinking to bolster courage!
Back home, Zhuang Bieyan carried the groceries he had bought into the kitchen.
The sounds of running water and chopping vegetables came from the kitchen. Qu He was half-lying on the sofa, texting Si Yue.
She forked a piece of watermelon and put it in her mouth. Her phone vibrated; it was a message from Si Yue.
[Like I said, let's go for it! Why not take advantage of it!]
[We've already bought everything, can't waste it! The 18 wedding night techniques I sent you last time really worked!]
[President Zhuang is hinting at something to you....]
Si Yue's messages kept coming in, clearly with a sense of schadenfreude.
The supermarket shopping bag was still on the coffee table, a full bag, bulging and bulging.
But then, Qu He's eyes immediately fell on that eye-catching little blue box. She looked away as if she'd been burned.
Actually, she understood even without Si Yue saying it.
Almost everything that could and should have happened between them has already happened; they're just one final step away.
When dinner was served, Qu He ate absentmindedly.
"How does the pork rib taste?"
Qu He looked at the ribs he had picked up from her bowl, took a small bite, and said, "Delicious."
Zhuang Bieyan picked up a piece and asked casually, "How does it compare to what your neighbor's brother makes?"
Qu He: "..."
here we go again.
She put down her chopsticks, placed her hands folded on the table, and couldn't help but ask, "Zhuang Bieyan, are you jealous?"
His chopsticks, used to pick up food, hung suspended in mid-air. The light fell on his eyelashes, and the shadows concealed the emotions in his eyes.
Seeing that he didn't reply, Qu He felt a little awkward.
How could you blurt that out? He's Zhuang Bieyan, how could he possibly be jealous?
She chuckled to herself and began to think about how to smooth things over.
But Zhuang Bieyan put down his chopsticks and looked up.
"I thought I had made it quite obvious." His voice was low, with a hint of helplessness beneath his composure.
Qu He was stunned.
She had considered that he might deny it, change the subject, or even pretend not to understand, but she never expected him to admit it so bluntly.
His candid admission shattered all the prepared arguments she had in mind.
But how could he possibly be jealous...?
Qu He hurriedly picked up her chopsticks and poked at the rice in her bowl. "Zhou Shi'an and I... really are nothing. We're just ordinary neighbors who played together when we were kids."
"I know."
"Then why are you still..." You keep bringing it up and getting jealous for no reason.
She didn't finish her sentence, but Zhuang Bieyan understood it.
He put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at her. "Knowing is one thing, but..."
Even though his gaze wasn't aggressive, Qu He felt like she had nowhere to escape.
"Quhe."
He called her name.
"I understand the logic, but when it comes to vinegar, reason doesn't always prevail."
The air seemed to freeze, and Qu He tightened her grip on the chopsticks.
She quickly ate a couple of bites of rice, left with the words "You eat slowly, I'm going back to my room first" and then left.
The bathroom was filled with steam.
The door opened, and Qu He came out drying her hair. She was about to grab a hairdryer when she opened the drawer and saw two small blue boxes inside.
It wasn't there last time.
Her heart pounded as she looked at the two boxes. They lay there so openly in the drawer, as if foreshadowing what was about to happen.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Qu He quickly took out the hair dryer, slammed the drawer shut, sat back on the bed, and turned on the hair dryer.
The hairdryer buzzed twice, and she pretended to be calm as she haphazardly dried her hair, but her eyes involuntarily glanced towards the door.
But after waiting for a while, no one came in.
Qu He turned off the hairdryer and heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom next door.
He's taking a shower!
Her heart started racing as she thought about what was about to happen.
But then I thought of what Si Yue had said...
It was just a matter of time; it was bound to happen eventually. I've already bought everything...
She took a deep breath, put down the hairdryer, swallowed two hangover pills, and then, while Zhuang Bieyan was still taking a shower, she quietly slipped into the kitchen.
She used a flashlight to find the opened bottle of plum wine in the freezer.
This is what Si Yue left over from when she came to our house last time.
She poured a little less than half a glass, the amber liquid rippling in the moonlight.
I tilted my head back and drank it all in one gulp. The alcohol slid down my throat into my stomach, sweet and plum-flavored, dominating my taste buds, while the alcohol taste wasn't too strong.
It seems like... I don't feel anything?
The courage is just one step away! We've come this far...
She made a snap decision, put down the glass, and downed the rest of the plum wine straight from the bottle.
After a few bites, I don't know if it was a placebo effect or something else, but it seemed... I really felt emboldened! My nerves relaxed a lot.
She let out a sigh of relief and quietly went back to her bedroom.
The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped after a short while, and Zhuang Bieyan walked in, drying his half-dry hair.
He had just taken a shower, and his body was still damp. His voice was wet and hoarse. "What's wrong? I think I heard you going in and out just now."
"It's nothing," Qu He said, turning her face away. "I went to get a drink of water."
He walked over, sat down next to her, tucked a strand of hair that was hanging over her shoulder, and frowned: "Your hair isn't dry yet?"
Qu He: "Huh? Oh, I'll blow it now."
She frantically grabbed the hairdryer and turned it on.
The hot air was blowing, but I didn't know if it was the aftereffects of the half-bottle of plum wine or something else, but my face slowly started to feel hot. With the hot air from the hairdryer, I felt like the air around me was thin.
"Let me do it." He took the hairdryer and stood behind her.
The hairdryer was buzzing, and Quhe felt her back skin burning.
After drying her hair, Qu He crawled into bed and pretended to look at her phone.
Zhuang Bieyan dried her hair and looked at the person lying half-reclined on the bed. Her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural blush, and her eyes seemed to be tinged with a hazy mist.
The air, carried by the hot wind, also carried a faint, sweet scent of alcohol, like fermented plums.
He smiled knowingly, not exposing the truth, but the tenderness in his eyes deepened.
"It's late, want to sleep?" He reached out to turn off the light, pulled back the covers, and lay down.
“…Okay.” Qu He’s heart suddenly raced.
Only the faint moonlight remained in the room.
The darkness amplified all the senses, and Qu He could clearly hear the two people breathing.
One after another.
The air felt like it was coated in honey, every second a sticky, tentative sensation.
Qu He shifted her position slightly, and at that moment, his arm reached out, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her over.
The warmth of his hands seeped through her pajamas, and Qu He froze for a moment, her breath caught in her throat.
She felt the half-bottle of wine she had just drunk burning inside her, spreading from her stomach to her ears and neck.
Zhuang Bieyan hugged her and buried his face in her neck.
His breath brushed against the side of her neck, and Qu He felt a little nervous, afraid that he would smell the alcohol.
Fortunately, he didn't say anything.
Zhuang Bieyan's hand was around her lower back, and his kiss quickly landed, tracing a path down her neck.
Alcohol amplifies a person's inner desires. Qu He slowly tilted her head back, searching for his silhouette in the darkness.
"May I?"
He pressed his forehead against hers and asked in a hoarse voice.
In the darkness, his eyes shone with an astonishing light.
Qu He nodded slightly, then, remembering that he probably couldn't see it, whispered, "...Mm."
The next second, his kiss landed.
No longer just scratching the surface, but displaying a restraint born of long-suppressed resentment.
“Ahe, look at me.”
He reached into the bedside table drawer, took something out, and placed it in her sweaty hand: "Here you go."
Qu He's fingers trembled slightly; they were a little hot to the touch!
She fumbled for the opening in the packaging bag, the sound of plastic scraping was unusually clear in the room. After finally tearing open a small hole, a familiar, sharp pain suddenly came from her lower abdomen.
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