Ling Chuxia’s struggle brought discontentment from Shi Che. He unconsciously furrowed his brows, his hands decisively grasped Ling Chuxia’s, pressing them above her head as he bore down, firmly imprisoning her.
Ling Chuxia immediately couldn’t move and only felt enveloped by the thick scent of alcohol. That sliver of consciousness was gradually suppressed once again, and she felt her body growing hotter, so hot it felt like her heart would boil over.
Her eyes began to blur, and she looked at the man above her—his handsome features so stunning, even in his disheveled state, they did nothing to diminish his charm. And he... he was the man she liked, the man she loved...
Unconsciously, she parted her lips and slowly responded to Shi Che. Her mind was blank; all she knew was that Shi Che was here, and she wanted to hold him, to kiss him...
The temperature in the bedroom slowly rose as the two embraced tightly, interwoven together as if the world would end tomorrow.
Ling Chuxia didn’t know when they had stopped. When she fully woke up, she felt a moment of panic.
She and Shi Che lay in bed, Shi Che quietly sleeping with a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips, his arms tightly around her, her whole being nestled in his embrace.
Ling Chuxia, frightened, immediately moved away from his hold.
How could this happen? She... how could she and Shi Che? She was only comforting Shi Che, so why did it end ...
Ling Chuxia unconsciously dropped her gaze, staring at the post-intimacy marks on her body; she was stunned, her gaze frozen.
She struggled to remember what had happened, how she could have allowed... But no matter how hard she tried, her head was muddled, as if she had also been drunk and blacked out.
But no matter what, the fact that she and Shi Che had done this... How could she face her elder sister?
Ling Chuxia couldn’t bear to think further. She got out of bed, hunched over, and, trembling, began to pick up her clothes, shakily dressing herself piece by piece before standing up and quickly walking toward the door.
However, as she opened the door, she saw Ling Yunshu standing there, her hand still raised in midair, as if she had been about to knock.
Ling Chuxia could never have anticipated her elder sister arriving at such a time. She stood there, staring at Ling Yunshu, her dark eyes wide and round, suddenly dumbstruck.
Ling Yunshu, catching sight of Ling Chuxia, seemed to be startled by her appearance. But in the next second, her eyes fiercely fixated on Ling Chuxia, shifting from surprise to confusion, and finally, to endless darkness and anger.
Now, Ling Chuxia, with disheveled hair and hastily donned clothes, revealing the white neck and collarbones marked with patches of ambiguous bruises, and the bedroom behind her, also exuded a peculiar scent.
One look, and it was evident what had just occurred.
Rage rapidly surged in Ling Yunshu’s eyes. Her hand lifted and fiercely slapped across Ling Chuxia’s face.
The slap was harsh and accurate; Ling Chuxia’s face was jerked to one side, revealing five red finger marks.
"Ling Chuxia, I asked you to comfort Shi Che, not to comfort him in bed!"