"Can you introduce the lady by your side?" one of them asked.
"This is my beloved," Shi Wangyue said gently.
Both were taken aback.
Then, they warmly showered Ning Youguang with compliments.
...
Just as Ning Youguang was about to fall asleep, she heard the doorbell ring.
She got up to open the door, and Shi Wangyue, reeking of alcohol, leaned his whole body on her shoulder.
"Sister," he said, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "I’ve had too much to drink."
His hot breath brushed against her neck.
"I can see that," she replied, helping him into the room.
Shi Wangyue appeared slim, but because he was tall, he wasn’t lightweight.
After managing to settle him on the guest bed, Ning Youguang was so exhausted that she sat on the bed’s edge, panting heavily.
Unexpectedly, before he’d been lying there for long, he suddenly got up, slid off the bed, and knelt before her.
Holding onto her leg, he puffed his cheeks and said:
"Sister, everyone at the bar was disgusting. Luckily, you don’t like going there."
The young man’s drunken face had somewhat red eyes, and his puffed cheeks as he spoke looked a bit like a puppy looking longingly at its owner on the street...
Ning Youguang couldn’t help but chuckle.
She raised her hand, pinching and kneading his face.
— A drunk child is somehow endearing.
Shi Wangyue continued rambling about being called out for drinks by friends earlier —
Turns out, he was dragged to an unspeakable nightclub.
At night, it hosted all sorts of R-rated performances, eye-searing and mesmerizing.
Lost, Shi Wangyue had no choice but to drink silently, always on guard against women around him who were eyeing his good looks.
"So why did you go?" Ning Youguang kept pinching his face, "But at least you were decent." Understanding the need to report actively.
With his face pinched, Shi Wangyue spoke in a muffled voice.
After honestly recounting the events of the night out, he turned his head and saw the vibrant crimson roses from the UK on the nightstand.
For some reason—
He suddenly lit up, turned sideways, pulled the roses out of the vase, and held them in his arms, then solemnly handed them to Ning Youguang.
"Sister, I want to marry you, will you marry me?!"
"?" Ning Youguang was dumbfounded by his action.
Seeing her not responding for a long time, Shi Wangyue leaned the roses closer and persistently said, "Sister, I wanted to marry you since high school. I’ve wanted to marry you for so many years. Now that you’re my girlfriend, let’s get married, okay?"
Ning Youguang was so stiff with shock she didn’t dare to move.
Seeing her neither speaking nor agreeing, Shi Wangyue hugged her with the roses, "Sister, can I marry you? Once we’re married, I’ll have a home. I really want a home that belongs only to the two of us."
He said this while crying.
Hot tears seeped through the thin dress and scalded Ning Youguang’s chest, making the skin there ache a little.
Even though she knew he was drunk, his manner still made her emotions incredibly complicated.
After a long silence.
She reached to pull him up, "You should get up first."
"I won’t get up unless you agree," Shi Wangyue looked up at her with a grievance, tears still hanging at the corners of his eyes.
Ning Youguang felt extremely helpless, "Who proposes while drunk?"
Though her words were spoken with some teeth-gritting frustration, she still wiped his tears gently, her fingertips warm and soft.
Shi Wangyue tilted his head to nuzzle her hand, "Then how should I propose for you to agree to marry me?"
"Wait until you’re sober," Ning Youguang said, "Now, get up first."
This sentence came out a bit cold, like a chilly February breeze that makes one shiver.
Frightened, Shi Wangyue quickly stood up.
He was tall to begin with, and standing, he towered over Ning Youguang who was sitting on the bed.
Whether from the alcohol or something else—
After standing, he didn’t remain very steady; a wobble later, he fell onto the bed, accidentally pulling Ning Youguang into his embrace.
Both their hearts were racing.
...
Not seizing this opportunity wouldn’t be manly!
Shi Wangyue took the chance to tighten his embrace, sealing her lips with his.
Cleverly using his drunkenness as an excuse, he kissed her indulgently, not allowing Ning Youguang a moment to catch her breath.
After a long while, Ning Youguang was left dizzy from his kisses.
"Okay?" he asked softly, his eyes a deep red, "I want you."
His voice was low, deep, yet filled with affection.
This side of him was overwhelmingly aggressive.
Ning Youguang instinctively tried to hide, burying her head into his embrace, not saying yes, nor saying no.
"If you stay silent, I’ll take it as a yes, okay?" Shi Wangyue gently laid her flat on the bed.
He lowered his head and kissed her again.
This time, he was tender, each kiss slow and deliberate, extremely restrained.
Yet, in the depths of his eyes, fierce flames burned.
His lips began to wander...
It wasn’t enough.
Even with her in his arms, Shi Wangyue felt an unbearable emptiness.
— He wanted more.
"Can I, Sister?"
"I’m begging you," his voice breaking as tears fell.
This troublesome child!
He always knew how to get her to surrender.
Ning Youguang stopped resisting.
In matters like these, a man’s sensitivity is unmatched; Shi Wangyue immediately understood her intention...
That night.
Ning Youguang drifted in and out of sleep.
Shi Wangyue, however, felt a heightened sense of excitement; unable to sleep, he only wanted to indulge, only wanted to sink deeper.
The morning light filtered through the blinds as Ning Youguang slept deeply.
Shi Wangyue continued to gaze at her, his eyes filled with satisfaction, with desire, with galaxies.
The room was filled with a rich, captivating scent.
...
When Ning Youguang awoke, it was already afternoon.
She felt utterly spent, her throat dry, unwilling to open her eyes to face Shi Wangyue.
Yet, he, who had been watching her all along, noticed the moment she woke.
His lips curled into a slight smile as he leaned in for a kiss.
"I want to shower," Ning Youguang dared not let him kiss her.
She immediately opened her eyes, raising a hand to push him away.
But she found her hand weak, without strength.
"I’ll go run the water, you wait here."
Shi Wangyue, understanding her embarrassment, rose with a chuckle and went to the bathroom.
Inside, the bathroom was filled with soothing fragrances and fresh roses, delivered early that morning.
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