After three rounds of drinking.
Amidst the clinking of cups and bowls, Chen Nan had already reached his limit, feeling his body beyond his control as intense dizziness washed over him like surging waves, battering his consciousness.
At this mont, even simple verbal expressions beca incoherent, and his words stuttered as he spoke them.
This was his first ti drinking dicinal liquor, and its potency far exceeded his expectations.
Normally, he prided himself on his drinking capacity, able to drink a jin of Wuliangye without changing his countenance, still talking and laughing rrily, his thoughts sharp and clear.
However, now, under the fierce assault of the dicinal liquor, he felt his head shrouded by a dense fog, severely groggy, the entire surroundings spinning.
He just wanted to lie down on the soft bed and sleep deeply.
"Darling, could you please help Brother Chen back to the guest room to rest?" Yang Shujun also showed signs of drunkenness, but his eyes still revealed a burning fla.
"Okay!"
Wang Churan, her face flushed, agreed and quickly went forward to support Chen Nan.
She gently hooked Chen Nan’s arm, her delicate skin grazing against his arm, bringing a shiver-inducing softness.
Chen Nan stumbled, his body involuntarily leaning onto Wang Churan’s.
It wasn’t that he intended to take advantage of Wang Churan; it was mainly that he felt weak and powerless all over.
Wang Churan’s other hand naturally wrapped around his waist, her slender fingers pressing lightly on the side of his waist as if inadvertently, where even through the clothing, the warmth of their bodies could be felt.
Chen Nan’s head leaned toward Wang Churan’s shoulder, his breath spraying on her neck, warm and alcohol-laden, making Wang Churan’s earlobes instantly redden.
She struggled to stabilize her posture, leading Chen Nan step by step slowly toward the guest room.
With each step, their bodies clung closely together, Wang Churan’s chest occasionally lightly touching Chen Nan’s arm, the soft touch making Chen Nan sowhat aware even in his intoxicated state.
Finally reaching the bedside in the guest room.
Wang Churan wanted to gently lay Chen Nan down on the bed, but as he fell, he clutched tightly to her wrist, causing her also to lean forward.
The next mont.
Wang Churan was almost lying on top of Chen Nan.
Their faces were only inches apart, their breaths clearly audible to one another.
An ambiguous atmosphere spread in the cramped space, as if the air itself beca hot and thick.
Just when this intimate atmosphere was almost suffocating, a slight noise suddenly ca from the door.
Wang Churan sprung up like a startled deer from Chen Nan’s body, frantically smoothing her sowhat disheveled clothes and hair.
Chen Nan also subconsciously closed his eyes, giving the impression that he had fallen asleep.
Yang Shujun, with a smile tinged with tipsiness, walked into the guest room with slightly unsteady steps.
His gaze first fell on Chen Nan, who was flushed and disheveled, not noticing anything amiss, then turned to Wang Churan, who stood by with a tense expression.
"Dear, you’ve been busy all evening, thank you for your hard work." Yang Shujun mumbled as he walked towards Wang Churan with open arms, taking big strides.
Before Wang Churan could react, she was enfolded in Yang Shujun’s embrace.
Yang Shujun’s alcohol-laced lips heavily pressed upon Wang Churan’s, his hands wandering recklessly across her back, with movents that were sowhat rough.
Wang Churan’s eyes flickered with a sense of helplessness and embarrassnt as she unwillingly began to reciprocate.
Lying on the bed, Chen Nan was completely dumbfounded.
He had thought he was hallucinating from drinking too much and could hardly believe that the couple would kiss so unreservedly in front of him.
The scene was excessively erotic; even though he was dizzy from alcohol, a strong heat and palpitation arose in his heart, and there was an obvious change in a certain place.
Yang Shujun clearly noticed Chen Nan’s abnormal condition and was delighted in his heart, knowing this guy was feigning sleep. His fingers slowly played with the straps of Wang Churan’s slip dress, peeling it down little by little.
Those straps, like fragile threads, slid lightly over Wang Churan’s round and plump shoulders under his fiddling, her skin as fine and smooth as Mutton Fat Jade, shining with a warm and moisturous luster, as if to captivate all attention.
As the straps slid down, the dress gradually receded, first revealing her smooth and broad back.
Her back skin was tight and elastic, the spinal groove like a deep and enchanting canyon.
The scapular bones on both sides rose slightly, like butterfly wings hidden under the skin, seemingly ready to flutter and take flight, filled with a sense of dynamic beauty.
Then, the dress continued downwards, freeing her proud breasts which bounced out, full like ripe peaches, heavily hanging in front of her chest.
Her delicate nipples were like little bright red cherries, pertly erect in the air, looking exceptionally enchanting.
Wang Churan’s waist, though not as slender as a willowy branch that one could grasp, had its unique voluptuous charm, resembling a soft yet resilient water snake, whose slightest twist could provoke one’s heartstrings.
Further down, the hem of the dress glided over her rounded buttocks, whose curves were like a full moon, plump and perky, each inch of skin exuding the sensual aura unique to mature won.
Wang Churan’s cheeks instantly flushed red, like a lotus blooming at sumr twilight, and she instinctively covered her body with her arms, her eyes full of shyness and uneasiness.
Though she had relationships with both n beside her, at this mont, she felt a strong sense of sha rising within.
Yang Shujun kissed Wang Churan’s lips with fervent eyes, his hands unrestrainedly caressed and ravaged her body.
At the sa ti, Wang Churan let out a sequence of lovely moans.
Those sounds, like a heavenly lody, played upon Chen Nan’s heartstrings, causing his heartbeat to quicken and his breathing to beco slightly hurried.
After a few monts,
Yang Shujun could not wait to strip off his clothes, revealing his short manhood, stark naked, standing in front of Wang Churan.
He gave Wang Churan a suggestive look, signaling her to stick out her butt and lie prone on the bed.
Though sowhat reluctant, Wang Churan followed Yang Shujun’s instruction and propped herself up with her hands, lying atop Chen Nan, her buttocks raised high, ready.
This was beyond Chen Nan’s expectation. He opened his eyes wide in bewildernt, looking towards Wang Churan, as if to question why the couple would want to do this.
Wang Churan’s eyes betrayed a sense of sha; she lightly bit her red lips, clueless about how to answer Chen Nan.
Just then,
Yang Shujun also knelt between Chen Nan’s legs, his face full of excitent as he glanced at Chen Nan, then, engaging his hips, slowly penetrated.
"Mmm..."
Wang Churan let out a lodious moan from her mouth, her face showing an even stronger look of sha...
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