Seeing Shen Yi lost in thought, Cheng Jun waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"Tiancheng Group, the leading enterprise, who doesn't know about it? I'm so envious of you..."
Shen Yi didn't know why, but almost instinctively, he didn't mention that he was also from Tiancheng Group.
Cheng Jun poked at the spaghetti with a fork, not feeling particularly happy about the flattery.
"There's nothing to be envious of. It's just a company. If you ever get the chance to go back, I can recommend you."
Pausing, she glanced elsewhere and added unnecessarily,
"Tiancheng... I still have some connections. I can arrange for you, no problem."
Knowing her identity, Shen Yi understood what she meant, so he pretended to be expectant,
"Hahaha, then I really believe you. You mustn't deceive me."
Whether they could return or not, the joke of making this agreement lifted Cheng Jun's spirits.
She clinked glasses with Shen Yi again.
After a glass of red wine, Cheng Jun felt a bit dizzy, but she didn't mind.
This light-headed feeling was quite pleasant, forgetting troubles and worries, feeling as light as a feather.
Her flushed face felt warm, and she unbuttoned the first button of her blouse, revealing a large expanse of fair, rosy skin.
Glancing at Shen Yi across the table, she boldly asked,
"Shen Yi, how old are you this year?"
Shen Yi was busy with his steak and looked up when he heard her,
"Me? I'm 25. Why?"
Cheng Jun covered her mouth and giggled, her mind muddled with joy,
"I'm 26, a year older than you. You should call me sister."
Shen Yi was amused and put down his knife and fork, joking,
"You don't look like a sister at all. I think you should call me brother."
Cheng Jun didn't catch that Shen Yi was joking; her eyes glazed over as she earnestly pondered the logic.
Right, he's good at everything, better than me in every way, and he takes such good care of me. I don't deserve to be the sister...
The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. With her blurry eyes, she nodded at the double image of Shen Yi across the table,
"Yes, you're right. I should be the one calling you..."
Taking a deep breath, she called out to Shen Yi,
"Brother..."
Her voice was light and soft, sweet and tender.
Her eyes were hazy yet focused, seductive yet not vulgar.
This call sent a shiver down Shen Yi's spine, as if his throat was coated with honey, his voice now hoarse.
"You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk."
Cheng Jun puffed out her cheeks like a pufferfish, stubbornly repeating Shen Yi's words.
Shen Yi sighed and decided not to argue, standing up,
"Let me help you back to rest."
"No, I'm not going."
Seeing Shen Yi approach, Cheng Jun sat on the chair and refused to move.
She pressed her head against Shen Yi's abdomen and flailed her arms like a windmill.
Shen Yi had never seen such a scene.
Cheng Jun's drunken tantrum was comparable to a demon revealing its true form.
The goddess had turned into a madwoman.
Shen Yi had no choice but to grab her wrists and half-squat to straighten her up.
But she suddenly went limp, her half-face resting on Shen Yi's shoulder, and she spoke,
"Who asked you to let me? I don't want you to let me..."
Warm breath brushed against Shen Yi's ear, making it tickle.
A scent of orchids mixed with a faint alcohol aroma wafted into his nose.
It took Shen Yi a moment to realize she was talking about their chess game from the afternoon.
Seeing her drunk, Shen Yi decided to go along with it,
"Yes, it's my fault. Next time, I definitely won't let you, okay? I'll give it my all next time."
Not getting a response, Shen Yi didn't know if she had heard him, so he just picked her up and carried her to her room.
Bending down, he cradled her horizontally, her body soft and pliable, feeling nice to hold.
Her head rested in the crook of his arm, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks rosy like a peach, her veins faintly visible.
Looking at her sleeping face, Shen Yi sighed and headed to the room.
But before he could open the door, she started murmuring,
"Pee pee..."
"What?!"
"I need to pee..."
Shen Yi confirmed he hadn't misheard and, unable to let her wet herself, he reluctantly brought her to the bathroom.
Placing her on the toilet, Shen Yi was at a loss.
Luckily, she wasn't completely out of it; once seated, she fumbled to unbutton her pants.
Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped out, leaving behind,
"Call me when you're done..."
Back at the table, Shen Yi shook his head and started cleaning up.
Cheng Jun was a completely different person before and after drinking. One really couldn't judge a book by its cover. It seemed he had to keep her away from alcohol in the future.
After some effort, Shen Yi cleaned the dishes and table but still didn't hear any movement from Cheng Jun.
Wiping his hands, he hurried to the bathroom door and knocked.
After several knocks with no response, Shen Yi pushed the door open.
There he found Cheng Jun asleep on the toilet, her pants only half-undone.
Shen Yi sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that night and went over to help her up.
Thankfully, she hadn't wet herself.
Otherwise, Shen Yi really wouldn't know what to do.
Carrying her again, Shen Yi opened the bedroom door and laid her on the bed.
Her clothes were disheveled, revealing much of her skin, her hair spread out like a blooming begonia.
The sight of her soft, fragrant body next to him made Shen Yi's heart race.
He was a normal man, and to say he wasn't tempted would be a lie.
At that moment, it seemed perfectly natural to enjoy her beauty.
But looking down, Cheng Jun lay on the bed, as if having a nightmare.
Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her forehead creased, her eyes tightly shut, her thin lips pressed together.
Her entire face exuded a fragile beauty that made one want to protect her.
Sitting by the bed, Shen Yi remained silent, eventually reaching out to smooth her furrowed brow.
Taking off her shoes and pulling the blanket over her, he decided to leave her clothes as they were.
Leaning down, he gently kissed her forehead and left.
Whether it was pretentious or rigid, he first saw Cheng Jun as a person, and other things were beyond his concern.
After a cold shower to cool down, Shen Yi went upstairs to rest.
...
The next morning, Shen Yi was brushing his teeth when Cheng Jun, with messy hair, barged in and asked bluntly,
"Last night... nothing happened, right..."
Cheng Jun had just sat up in bed, her head not hurting, but her memories of the previous night were fragmented.
She only vaguely remembered some parts and was worried she had made a fool of herself, so she rushed to confirm.
Shen Yi didn't rush to answer, instead taking his time to rinse his mouth before saying,
"No, nothing happened."
"Phew, that's good. Sorry, you can continue."
Relieved, Cheng Jun apologized to Shen Yi and was about to leave.
But just as she touched the doorknob, she heard Shen Yi's casual remark,
"Except for your windmill act..."
Cheng Jun's expression stiffened, the fragmented scenes slowly coming together in her mind. Her face turned from red to flushed, as if a teapot ready to steam.
"Don't... don't say anymore. I don't want to hear it."
With that, she fled.
Shen Yi chuckled softly; after last night's ordeal, he deserved to have a bit of fun.
"Let's see if you dare to get drunk again..."
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
