Chapter 21
Jiang Shangwan pretended not to hear his words. She scratched the muscles on his side waist, teasing him until he felt ticklish, then prepared to pull her hand away.
Of course, she knew exactly where it was harder.
With a light glance, she noticed that it wasn’t only obvious because he was wearing sweatpants, even if he changed into other long pants, the exaggerated outline would still be visible.
Shi Yu noticed the way her gaze shifted and swallowed lightly, a fine sweat appearing on his temples.
His drunkenness had reached its peak, the aftereffects hitting hard. His mind was foggy, and he instinctively grabbed the hand that had just caused mischief and was trying to sneak away.
“Your hand is so soft,” Shi Yu tilted his head and blew gently on her hand, then placed it on his waistband. “Want to touch?”
“No, I don’t.”
Jiang Shangwan realized her actions might have gone too far when she saw his cheeks flush an astonishing red, almost bleeding, his eyes seeming to hide a fire ready to ignite.
But instead of moving downwards, his hand lifted hers up to touch his face. “It’s cool, so comfortable.”
Jiang Shangwan was naturally cold—her hands and feet often chilly—a personal drawback, yet at this moment, it became a lifesaver for him. Shi Yu was like a blazing furnace, and holding her hand was like dry land meeting a blessed rain, unable to let go.
She let him take the lead, and with her other hand, she stroked his soft hair.
He seemed like a well-behaved puppy.
His hair was soft, the young man’s tousled hair carried a faint scent of shampoo. His smell was fresh, free of harsh industrial perfume, just the scent of freshly washed clothes or the fragrance left from washing his hair and bathing.
Very clean. She liked it a lot.
As the game went on, Jiang Shangwan couldn’t quite remember what else they said—mostly endless drinking and borderline topics. She only noticed that Shi Yu was getting closer and closer to her. He looked like a cooked shrimp, his whole face remarkably flushed.
Even his pale neck was bright red. The two beautiful girls who had been politely accompanying Shen Luo at first started casting increasingly blatant looks towards Shi Yu.
Jiang Shangwan knew how attractive he looked like this.
They simply had Shen Luo and Qiao Yuqing clear the place and send everyone away, leaving only her and Shi Yu alone.
His subconscious still wanted to keep pouring drinks. After reaching the peak of drunkenness, the continued refilling had become a mechanical habit. Jiang Shangwan had no choice but to snatch the glass away to stop him from drinking more.
“Alright, everyone’s gone,” Jiang Shangwan signaled to him, showing the now empty surroundings. There was no need to drink anymore.
Shi Yu suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist.
His two arms circled her entire body, his head buried in her shoulder, breathing deeply, trying to catch her scent.
“Hold me for a while,” Shi Yu said in a low voice, “Drinking is so tiring.”
“Okay.” Jiang Shangwan gently patted his back. She knew how uncomfortable it was to be drunk. A light buzz was the most wonderful way to relax the brain, but drinking too much only brought discomfort and headaches.
“Want to take some hangover medicine?”
“No.”
Even though it was the medicine he had prepared for her, she ended up giving it back to him.
“Being drunk is really hard,” Jiang Shangwan softly coaxed him.
“But I don’t want it,” his voice was a bit hoarse from the hangover, which instead added a hint of charm, making the listener feel a pleasant shiver.
The two of them stayed quietly embracing like that for a long, long time, until Shi Yu forcefully pressed her closer, pressing their bodies tightly together.
Jiang Shangwan felt an undeniable sensation, an uncomfortable pressure.
“Let go,” she tried to stand up.
“No,” Shi Yu said, feeling all of her softness. Her waist was so slender it seemed like it could snap with a pinch. Her body, soft and boneless like floating cotton, pressed gently against his heart.
The overwhelming presence of the opposite sex’s body made Jiang Shangwan realize that their flirtatious game tonight had to end here—if they crossed the line any further, it would really be over. She began to struggle, trying to push him away, but Shi Yu held her tightly, as if trying to crush her in his arms.
“You want to run.”
“You let go of me first.”
“If I let go, you’ll run away,” Shi Yu paused, then hiccupped from the alcohol. “You’re a bad woman.”
The little anger Jiang Shangwan had just felt quickly dissipated like a light breeze. She suddenly wanted to laugh. “Let go then. You’re squeezing me too hard—it hurts a bit. I’m not going to run.”
Hearing her say she was in pain, Shi Yu instinctively released his grip, reluctantly separating them and gently pushing her away.
Finally free from that undeniable touch, Jiang Shangwan’s heart slowly settled.
She shook his hand and recalled what he said last time: “Back at Capella, was it true? You said I liked your hand, and I kissed your hand?”
“Did you lie to me?”
“No,” Shi Yu looked at her seriously. “I didn’t lie. I won’t lie. It’s true.”
Jiang Shangwan looked at his hand—slender fingers, smooth and beautiful knuckles, faintly raised veins on the back of his hand—these were hands perfect for playing piano.
She really liked them.
Thinking of this, she kissed his fingertips again, one by one. Every part of him was clean, fragrant, beautiful, and full of allure.
Jiang Shangwan had never imagined that someone could so perfectly match all her tastes and desires.
Shi Yu let her kiss him. When she lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled gently, like a startled butterfly fluttering its wings. The moment her lips touched his fingertips, a tickling sensation spread all over him, making his bones tingle.
“I really do like them,” Jiang Shangwan looked up and said to him.
Shi Yu pressed his fingertip firmly against her lower lip, his eyes deep and intense. “Can I kiss you?”
Jiang Shangwan met the turbulent dark currents in his eyes, their breaths were both so heated, as if waiting for a moment to ignite at any touch.
Jiang Shangwan hesitated.
The ambiguous atmosphere had already reached its peak. The swelling intoxication drove desire to its climax, and the tangled emotions wrapped around them—only one person needed to take the initiative first to swallow all reason.
Deep down, she still resisted going further. Even though the alcohol wildly stirred her mind, she felt some reluctance and rejection. She admitted that she liked the man’s body very much and that it gave her an intensely thrilling experience—every cell in her body excited by desire.
But in her subconscious, she feared breaking that boundary. She always believed their identities were incompatible, and going further might bring uncontrollable, destructive consequences.
“Forget it.” Jiang Shangwan stepped back, and reason pulled her back to reality. She averted her gaze from him.
“Why?” Shi Yu cupped her face with both hands. “You clearly have feelings for me.”
Jiang Shangwan didn’t dare meet his burning gaze, nearing the boundary, she instinctively began to avoid it and didn’t want to answer him.
“Not looking at me?” Shi Yu rubbed his nose against hers, his forehead pressed to hers. “You don’t dare kiss me, right?”
Jiang Shangwan lowered her eyes to hide the intense turmoil in her heart. Avoiding the sensation of instinctive desire was also tearing her apart inside. She felt somewhat short of breath, but her reason kept suppressing the desire trying to break free.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t dare.” Shi Yu let out a light laugh. His hoarse voice was like a devil’s temptation: “You want to kiss me, to tear my clothes apart, to touch every inch of my skin with your hands, to lick my fingers.”
“But you don’t dare.” Shi Yu took her hand again. “Why don’t you dare? I’m right here.”
He guided her hand under the hem of his clothes, letting her touch his lean, strong waist, then his slender V-line and abs, resting on his firm stomach.
Jiang Shangwan’s heart started pounding uncontrollably again. Even though their foreheads touched, she felt as if she had moved inside his heart, able to see all his thoughts and desires directly.
“Have you touched many men before?” Shi Yu suddenly sounded a little sad, his voice low. “This is the first time a woman has touched me.”
Those words struck Jiang Shangwan hard—she was the first to have physical intimacy with him. The fierce desire once again pressed down on reason, and suddenly, she really wanted to tease him mercilessly.
“I really like you.” Jiang Shangwan met his burning gaze again, seeing in his eyes heat, a hint of grievance, and countless hidden infatuations.
“Then kiss me,” Shi Yu said.
Jiang Shangwan wrapped her arms around his neck, moving quickly—but instead of kissing his lips, she turned to kiss his slender neck. Her delicate kisses fell densely and softly, as if she were treasuring something precious. She reverently kissed every inch of skin along the side of his neck.
When her gaze landed on the prominent Adam’s apple, she gently licked it with her tongue, then lightly bit it.
“That’s enough.” Jiang Shangwan affectionately stroked his face. “Don’t tease me anymore, okay?”
Shi Yu’s eyes dimmed for a moment, as if slightly disappointed. He raised a hand to his neck, feeling the heat lingering where she had touched.
Jiang Shangwan almost felt a tenderness toward him. Even his own touch on himself was filled with such desire, he seemed custom-made for her, every part written with her love and care.
“You’re really charming.” Jiang Shangwan pulled his hand to rest on her waist and smiled, asking, “Do a lot of girls at your school confess to you?”
“No.” Shi Yu buried his head in her, “No one likes me—only you.”
Jiang Shangwan felt a tickle as his stray hair brushed her skin, but she didn’t want to shy away from his closeness. She selfishly wanted to immerse herself in this rare pull of desire, enjoying the beauty and thrill he brought her.
Such intense sensory stimulation that stirred her heart was so rare—the sudden ups and downs of emotion, the pounding of her heartbeat, and the warmth from their skin touching all fascinated her.
“You don’t know how attractive you are.” Jiang Shangwan tilted her head and bit his soft red earlobe, gently grinding her teeth against his ear bone. “Hmm?”
Even Shen Luo’s sister, whom he brought along, was reluctant to leave him, yet he himself didn’t realize he was basically a walking aphrodisiac.
Shi Yu felt his entire heart gripped in her palm. Even if he were willing to die for her, it would be worth it—and he was willing.
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