As he thought about making her a hangover soup later, he leaned over, carefully slipped his arms under her knees and behind her back, planning to carry her back to the bedroom to rest.
After all, he wasn't that much of a brute to do anything to her at a time like this—
The last time it was because he hadn't been close to her for so long. Recently, they'd hugged each other every day, and his restlessness wasn't that severe.
However, just as he was about to lift her up, Meng Ruozhao suddenly opened her eyes.
Those misty, drunken eyes stared straight at him, with the unreasonable focus peculiar to a drunkard.
She seemed to recognize him, and yet she seemed not to. She just stared at his face so close to hers and suddenly began to giggle. Her voice was soft and luring.
"Hey? Where did this... pretty young man come from?"
Pei Jiangmu's movements froze.
But Meng Ruozhao took the opportunity to reach out her hand. Her cold, soft fingertips unexpectedly poked at his cheek and even boldly rubbed it.
"Your skin is so good... even better than mine... What skin - care products do you use?"
Pei Jiangmu: "..."
He tried to grab her mischievous hand. "Ruozhao, you're drunk. I'll take you back to your room to sleep."
"I'm not drunk!"
Meng Ruozhao pouted discontentedly. Instead, taking advantage of his bent - over posture, she stretched out her arms and softly wrapped them around his neck. Almost her whole body was hanging on him.
The soft and fragrant beauty unexpectedly threw herself into his arms, bringing a faint smell of alcohol and her unique sweet fragrance, instantly assailing Pei Jiangmu's senses.
His body suddenly tensed up, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.
"Ruozhao..."
His voice suddenly turned hoarse, with a warning tone.
He wasn't a brute, but he wasn't a paragon of virtue either.
Moreover, it was she who had taken the initiative to "throw herself into his arms." He wasn't that noble.
But how could a drunk person understand a warning?
Instead of letting go, Meng Ruozhao tilted her head up to look at him more carefully in this position.
Her gaze slid from his eyebrows and eyes, across his high nose bridge.
Finally, it landed on his thin lips, which looked especially moist after he had just taken a shower.
Her eyes became a bit fixed, as if she had been attracted by something.
"Pei Jiangmu..."
She murmured his name.
The warm breath mixed with the faint smell of wine in her breath all sprayed on his chin and neck, bringing a tingling itch.
"Hmm?"
Pei Jiangmu tried his best to suppress the surging restlessness in his body and tried to pull her off.
But she suddenly got even closer. Her nose was almost touching his. Her eyes were blurred and yet carried an innocent temptation.
"You're... really good - looking."
She paused. Her tone was full of admiration and a bit of helplessness.
"You're exactly what I like. You've been flirting with me in my dreams every night."
Pei Jiangmu's breath hitched. He met her glistening eyes.
His own hidden yet longing appearance was clearly reflected in them.
The string of reason tightened to the extreme.
"Do you mean I've been in your dreams every night?"
What did she dream about him?
Was it about the past?
Oh, no. She'd said it was "flirting" with her.
It seemed that his Ruozhao had always been very satisfied with his performance in bed.
"Yeah, just like this."
Meng Ruozhao confessed honestly.
Pei Jiangmu took the opportunity to ask again. "Then why didn't you tell me during the day? I like to... flirt with sister."
Meng Ruozhao shook her head vigorously. "No, no. You're still a student, a younger brother. I can't be such a bad person."
Then she laughed again, with a hint of pride.
"It's okay to meet in dreams. Anyway, it's just a dream. It's not restricted by morality. Hehe."
After saying that, her gaze began to move downward.
Finally, it stopped at the collar of his shirt, which was slightly open because of his bent - over posture.
Through the small gap, the well - defined collarbone and the outline of his firm and toned chest muscles were faintly visible.
A drunkard's thinking was jumpy and bold.
One of the hands that had been wrapped around his neck suddenly let go, and then... without any warning, it directly reached into his collar.
Her slightly cool and soft palm unexpectedly touched his warm, well - defined chest.
!!!
Pei Jiangmu trembled all over, as if struck by an electric current. His muscles instantly tightened like iron blocks.
But he didn't stop her actions.
Even if she took all this as a dream now, he wouldn't stop her from doing anything.
After all, his Ruozhao should "get what she wants" in her "dreams."
"Does Ruozhao like it?"
His eyes instantly welled up with a thick, inky color that was dangerous and charming.
But the culprit didn't realize the danger at all.
Instead, it was as if she had touched some excellent mutton - fat jade. Her palm even unconsciously rubbed it, and she let out a satisfied sigh.
"Wow... Today's dream is so real. Are chest muscles really like this? Oh, I've never touched one. I'll find someone to touch next time."
Pei Jiangmu's reason completely snapped.
He suddenly tightened his arms, firmly holding the person in his arms who was constantly stoking the fire.
Then he lowered his head, staring intently at her lips, which were especially rosy because of the alcohol. His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
"Ruozhao, who do you want to touch?"
Was she lying in his arms but still thinking about other men?
His breath became scorching hot, with a strong sense of aggression, almost about to devour her.
Meng Ruozhao was startled by his sudden assertiveness. A hint of confusion flashed in her misty eyes.
But the alcohol quickly numbed that bit of alertness.
Instead of being scared, she felt an inexplicable longing because of the pleasant smell coming from him.
"Um, male... male models. I've seen them on videos. Those sisters are having such a good time."
She even dared to look envious.
Pei Jiangmu had installed a location - tracking system on her phone, but he hadn't monitored her usage.
So he didn't know that she even watched short videos.
"Male models? What male models? Can Ruozhao show me?"
He suppressed his anger and jealousy and coaxed her patiently.
Meng Ruozhao wasn't stingy either. She didn't move the hand on his chest muscle but used the other hand to pick up her phone.
Then she tapped a few times and clicked into the collection folder of her short - video account.
When Pei Jiangmu saw the screen full of men, his expression froze.
"These are all male deities. I can watch them for free. Hehe."
As she said, she casually clicked into a video.
The man on the screen was wearing a shirt, but the buttons of the shirt were almost undone to his abdomen. He was still wriggling around, making his chest muscles faintly visible.
Pei Jiangmu gritted his teeth and commented angrily. "They don't even dare to show their faces. They must be ugly."
Meng Ruozhao wasn't convinced. She swiped to another one. "This one is handsome."
Pei Jiangmu ground his teeth. "This one clearly has a little princess living in his heart."
Meng Ruozhao got competitive. She swiped to another one. "This one is both handsome and manly."
Pei Jiangmu's face darkened. "Where's the manliness? The comment section says he's like a pepper hanging on a tree."
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