Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Mo Xiaoshui
Yin Shaojie stared at her again with his deep, dark gaze. He nearly attempted to get close for a kiss but quickly restrained himself.
He must be mad!
Yin Shaojie shook his head in frustration, attempting to drive away the strange impulses in his head. But Mu Xiaoxiao’s occasional purrs made it hard for him not to be attracted.
As he couldn’t help staring at her, Yin Shaojie pouted and mumbled,
Wretch, you’re not doing this on purpose, are you?
Seducing him on purpose?
It wasn’t unusual for this wretch to act like this given her usually weird behavior. However, looking at her flushed face and her miserable state, it was unlikely that she was acting drunk.
Jie, I’m hot… It’s uncomfortable here.
Mu Xiaoxiao twisted and turned to face Yin Shaojie. Her hand was pressing on her chest.
Yin Shaojie saw her eyebrows furrowed together, her face red to the neck, and her hand was scratching her chest, leaving a red scar on the fair skin at her collarbone.
He couldn’t bear to watch any longer. If she kept doing that, her skin would break.
I told you to let me get some hangover medicine. Once you take it, you’ll feel much better, but you just won’t listen,
he reprimanded, his eyebrows raised as he looked at her face.
Mu Xiaoxiao let out some whimpering noises as if she was grieving.
Yin Shaojie’s heart became soft. He had never seen her in such a sorry state.
Although he drank frequently and could hold his liquor well, when multiple liquors were mixed, especially if white wine was also added, the aftereffects would be torturous even for him.
Where are you uncomfortable?
he asked in a soft voice.
Mu Xiaoxiao rubbed her chest.
Here…
She felt extreme discomfort at her chest, and it was as if it was burning.
Yin Shaojie could empathize with that feeling, and he sighed as he felt helpless. He pulled away at her hand, and placed his hand on her chest and rubbed the area.
Here? Is it better now?
Mu Xiaoxiao looked slightly relieved and nodded, completely in a daze. Her body instinctively cuddled towards him.
Initially, Yin Shaojie had only the pure intention of helping her ease her discomfort. But as he rubbed, because she was moving around and her t-shirt’s collar was messy, his gaze would inadvertently fall onto her delicate collarbone. The fair skin and the shape of the bone, tinted with pink from the effects of the alcohol, appeared particularly alluring.
Located below the collarbone was naturally her bosom…
Yin Shaojie realized that the area he was rubbing had gotten hot, and his breath was getting heavier.
Why did it feel like the room was getting hot?
Mu Xiaoxiao let out a sigh, seeming to have improved from her previous state. She closed her eyes and slowly calmed down.
As Yin Shaojie watched her peaceful little face, he grew more restless instead.
It was as if she had passed the unbearable heat to him.
You’re feeling comfortable. Just going to sleep like that,
he said to her, feeling dissatisfied as he watched her.
The innocent expression on her face bothered him. It was as if she had ignited a flame within him, yet she just fell asleep as if nothing had happened, leaving him alone with all kinds of strange impulses egging him on.
Yin Shaojie cast a devious smile and stood up suddenly. Bending his waist, his elegant face inched closer to her face.
She slept soundly, and her warm breaths landed on his face.
His dark eyes hid a slight shift in his desires. As he watched her pink lips passionately, he gradually leaned forward on impulse.
