Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Chapter 152 Drunk

Shen Feiwan's fingertips unconsciously gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly.

Her reason told her she should push Bo Junxing away, but her body quickly adapted and began to produce pleasure hormones.

Bo Junxing's voice was low and seductive, "Shen Feiwan, your reaction tells me that you want it too."

His hand gesture continued upwards.

This allows a little warm water to enter.

"Bo Junxing!" Shen Feiwan's chest heaved slightly as she glared at Bo Junxing.

Bo Junxing wouldn't stop; his lips almost touched her earlobe, his breath hot. "Don't glare at me yet, you'll be having fun in a minute."

His kiss gently traced her collarbone. "You're trembling. It must suit you perfectly, right?"

Shen Feiwan's breath hitched slightly, her throat tightened, and her voice was almost squeezed out from between her teeth, "Bo Junxing, don't push your luck."

Bo Junxing chuckled, "Having gained an inch, the next step is naturally to push further."

“Yours…,” his voice was so low it was almost a whisper, extremely ambiguous, “is responding to me.”

Shen Feiwan was really having a hard time enduring the discomfort in that small, shabby bathtub.

Having endured one wave of pain, she finally took a deep breath, sat up, and looked at Bo Junxing. "You asked for this. Go to bed and wait for me."

"You said it yourself. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Save your energy. Can't you use it where it's needed?"

"Then don't lie to me. You didn't lock the door as soon as I left, did you?"

Do you think I'm the kind of person who would suppress my physical desires?

Bo Junxing knew, of course, that she wasn't.

When Shen Feiwan walked out of the bathroom wearing a thin nightgown, she found Bo Junxing pouring wine.

The aroma of red wine filled the air, carrying an enticing richness.

Shen Feiwan asked in confusion, "I don't remember having any alcohol at home. Did you just buy it?"

Bo Junxing swirled his wine glass. "No. I brought it with me before."

Shen Feiwan took two steps forward, her gaze falling on another glass of wine, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "You even prepared two glasses? Don't you know I don't drink?"

“I know you don’t drink because you get drunk easily, and when you’re drunk you might do something inappropriate. But a little alcohol can be enjoyable. Being slightly tipsy is a very nice experience, and—” Bo Junxing paused, his tone ambiguous, “it can also add to the fun.”

Shen Feiwan narrowed her eyes and stared intently at him. "Are you sure you want me to drink to liven things up? Once I'm drunk, I won't be able to take care of your arm anymore."

"I don't need your help." Bo Junxing reached out and handed the wine glass to Shen Feiwan, lowering his voice to whisper in her ear, "I'm about to explode, I just want a fierce battle."

Shen Feiwan looked up at him. "You didn't drug the drink, did you?"

Bo Junxing lowered his head, his lips touching Shen Feiwan's lips, "Who is so frivolous that they need me to drug them?"

He paused, then continued, "If you're still worried, that's okay, I'll open another bottle."

After he finished speaking, he actually took out another bottle of red wine, opened it and poured the wine with deft movements, all of which took place right under Shen Feiwan's nose.

Handing her the freshly poured wine, Bo Junxing asked, "Are you relieved now?"

Shen Feiwan took the wine glass, her fingertips gently stroking the rim, her gaze falling on his face. "Bo Junxing, don't blame me if I hurt you later."

Shen Feiwan had always known that being slightly tipsy was an indescribable enjoyment.

However, she knew her limits all too well; she had a very low alcohol tolerance and would easily lose control if she wasn't careful.

Therefore, she always restrained herself and never touched it easily.

But tonight, she plans to indulge herself.

Wine and women, wine and women—these two words are also tempting to women.

With fine wine and handsome men before me, I couldn't resist.

She lowered her head and took a small sip of the liquid in the glass.

The rich aroma of red wine spreads across the tongue, carrying a hint of tartness and sweetness, and slowly slides down the throat.

The effects of alcohol on her came on very quickly.

Before long, a faint blush spread across her cheeks, like the sunset reflected on the snow, giving her a captivating and delicate beauty.

Bo Junxing looked at her delicate neck, which she slightly raised as she drank, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Shen Feiwan, do you know that the way you are right now is very dangerous?"

“I know…” Shen Feiwan finished the rest of the wine in her glass, threw the glass away, and stroked Bo Junxing’s face. Her soft lips brushed against his Adam’s apple, chin, and nose like feathers.

"...You're in danger now..."

Bo Junxing's breath hitched slightly, and his large hand unconsciously gripped Shen Feiwan's waist, letting her lips linger on his body.

Her kiss deepened.

Pry open his teeth, and you'll smell the rich aroma of red wine.

Bo Junxing's breathing quickened, and he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer.

With that pull, Shen Feiwan became assertive, her kiss unrestrained and wild, as if she wanted to devour him completely.

Bo Junxing's response was equally intense; he gripped the back of her neck with his hand and kissed her until her neck went numb.

Their breaths mingled, and the air was thick with heat.

As her body temperature rose, Shen Feiwan felt the alcohol coursing through her veins. She kissed him harder and harder, panting as she pushed Bo Junxing away and pinned him down on the bed.

Her fingers frantically searched for his buttons, wanton and wild.

"Slow down..." Bo Junxing whispered, but she domineeringly silenced him with a kiss.

Unbuttoning one by one was too slow for Shen Feiwan, so she pulled hard, and all the buttons on Bo Junxing's shirt popped off instantly.

The buttons bounced off the floor, making a crisp sound in the quiet room.

Shen Feiwan's kisses moved down along the open collar, leaving a trail of hickeys on Bo Junxing's neck and collarbone.

"...You don't need to be in such a hurry."

"It wasn't me, it was the alcohol. Does your arm hurt?"

"A little."

"That's your own fault."

Shen Feiwan picked up the bottle of red wine on the bedside table, took a big gulp, and then passed it all to Bo Junxing.

It was a long and fulfilling night.

-

Shen Feiwan has a little quirk: once she gets drunk, she always wakes up exceptionally early the next day.

When I opened my eyes, the room was a mess—the light was still on, the sheets were disheveled, and the air was still thick with the lingering scent of desire.

Especially Bo Junxing, who was lying next to her.

The gauze on his injured arm was soaked with blood, and the dark red bloodstains even stained the bed sheet.

However, the blood had already dried, indicating that the bleeding from the wound had stopped.

What made her scalp tingle even more was the thin, even neck and collarbone, covered with many red and purple hickeys, even behind her ears and on her cheeks.

Shen Feiwan closed her eyes, feeling a pang of annoyance.

It seems that being drunk and having sex was her inescapable fate.

She tiptoed out of bed, turned off the light, and went straight to another room.

A short while later, she returned to the bedroom with two printed documents and placed them on the bedside table on the side of Bo Junxing's bed.