Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 484: 308 Trash Daddy reappears in the Jianghu, feels pretty good to be an elder_2

Her head was still throbbing.

…

In fact, after Tang Wan had helped her back to her room, Jiang Yanting, worried that she might have gotten drunk and vomited again and what with her not being in good health, came over to check on her.

When he pushed open the door, the blanket that had originally covered her had half fallen off. She had been wearing a shirt, the hem of which was tucked into the waist of her skirt, cinching a portion of her waist. Perhaps because the alcohol was making her neck overheat, her body felt hot, and she had recklessly pulled her shirt out.

The outline of her soft waist was vaguely visible, her whole body tinged with a flush from the alcohol.

Jiang Yanting frowned slightly and walked over to pull the blanket up to her chest.

“Umm—” Shen Zhixian felt extremely hot all over, and the blanket was suffocating, making her miserably uncomfortable.

Her lips were tinted with a hint of bright color, her appearance charming and lively. Usually a person of great elegance and propriety, methodical in her actions, it was rare for her to exhibit such expressions—a hint of allure at the corners of her eyes, her small mouth opening and closing…

It was as if she was intentionally provoking, seducing him.

Ever since Jiang Jinsang had fallen ill and been hospitalized, the two had rarely even seen each other, let alone been alone together. He extended a hand to brush aside a lock of hair from her forehead.

Her face was burning up, and when his cool fingertips touched her, it felt comfortable. She couldn’t help but hum softly.

Jiang Yanting was by no means a saint. His throat tight and rolling, he couldn’t hold back any longer and leaned in close…

Shen Zhixian instinctively wanted to escape, but someone was holding her head, not allowing her to move. She struggled frantically, her fingers pulling at his shirt, and that was when the buttons were inadvertently torn off.

One must not expect a drunk to be cooperative. Pushed to the limit, she even bit him hard on the shoulder.

The old house’s soundproofing was not very good, and the surrounding rooms were occupied. Naturally, Jiang Yanting knew that he needed to stop at an appropriate point.

When Shen Zhixian woke up, she was confused again.

How was it that whenever she drank, she committed a crime?

However, this time when she woke up, Jiang Yanting was still lying in bed beside her, her entire body curled up in his embrace, their bodies pressing together seamlessly, in an intimate pose that would make anyone blush.

“Why… why are you here?” Her voice was hoarse from the alcohol.

“What do you think?” Jiang Yanting didn’t directly answer her question and instead got up, “Does your throat feel very dry and sore? I’ll go get you a glass of water.”

As he got out of bed, Shen Zhixian noticed the bite mark on his shoulder and a few red marks on his chest that had been sucked.

Clearly, these couldn’t have been self-inflicted…

Shen Zhixian’s head exploded, “Did I again do something to you…?”

She had a history and naturally thought that she might have drunk too much and behaved inappropriately towards him again.

Jiang Yanting, while getting dressed, glanced at her indifferently, “I didn’t expect you to be so fierce when you’re drunk, biting so hard!”

Shen Zhixian collapsed…

What on earth had she done to him again!

Jiang Yanting, from beginning to end, did not explain that he had initiated everything. He made Shen Zhixian feel utterly ashamed, unable to bear looking at him.

…

At this moment, Shen Zhixian was sipping water, her mind muddled, unable to recall anything.

“We’ll eat here then head back,” Jiang Yanting declared matter-of-factly.

“Go back where?”

Jiang Yanting suddenly leaned in close. Only a cup separated the two, and the steam rising from the cup formed a white mist between them, hazy enough to obscure vision.

Shen Zhixian hadn’t completely sobered up yet and was somewhat bewildered. They were only here for a meal and certainly not to stay over.

The steam from the water in the cup wafted around, intoxicating. Shen Zhixian’s breath sunk, and by the time she came to her senses, he had already leaned in and gently kissed the corner of her lips with a reverence and tenderness that wound softly around…

“Where do you think we’re going? Naturally, back to our own home.”

Shen Zhixian’s eyelashes fluttered lightly as she felt herself grow warm again.