Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan assud that ng Wantang wanted to rest, and instinctively wanted to get up.
After all, even the nanny was prepared to leave, so it wasn't convenient for him to stay here. Moreover, since ng Wantang was awake, it was ti to leave.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, ng Wantang's arm around his neck tightened, refusing to let go.
"What's going on?"
Qin Chuan was bewildered, feeling utterly confused.
anwhile, the nanny, upon seeing the situation, quickly turned around and exited the room at the fastest speed, closing the door behind her.
Anyone who wasn't a fool could guess what might happen next.
The nanny felt that just one more glance might an she'd have to pack up and leave tomorrow.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Qin Chuan felt flustered, as if his head was about to explode, overwheld with chaos.
"ng... Hall Master ng, you..." Qin Chuan hurriedly tried to control his emotions, wanting to remind ng Wantang.
Unexpectedly, before he could finish, ng Wantang whispered in his ear, "I've told you how many tis, don't be so polite with , don't call Hall Master ng, call Wantang."
"Wan... Wantang..."
Qin Chuan instinctively blurted out, but imdiately regretted it.
In this situation, such an address felt too ambiguous.
"You, you drank too much, how about I help you sober up?" Qin Chuan hurriedly added.
ng Wantang lay on the bed, her arms still hooked around Qin Chuan's neck, her bright eyes gazing at Qin Chuan's face under the dim light.
Qin Chuan, waiting for her response, felt embarrassed under her gaze, his eyes involuntarily avoiding hers.
At this mont, due to ng Wantang's hold on his neck, Qin Chuan was almost half-lying on top of her.
Fortunately, he used his arms to support himself; otherwise, he would be pressed completely against ng Wantang.
However, even without being fully pressed against her, he could still clearly feel the warm breath exhaled from ng Wantang's nose.
Rapid and hot, like a fire burning inside her.
Her gaze was filled with a mysterious emotion.
Qin Chuan knew it was a sign of affection.
But, in his view, ng Wantang was mostly drunk and stimulated by the emotional topic they discussed earlier.
Qin Chuan dared not think more, unable to take advantage of her.
Helplessly, he could only move his gaze aside, trying to avoid the signals ng Wantang was sending.
Yet in doing so, his gaze naturally fell upon ng Wantang's chest.
Due to the hugging and embracing earlier, ng Wantang's shirt appeared disheveled and tight.
Thus, her chest was accentuated.
Looking at her tightly wrapped bosom, Qin Chuan instinctively swallowed, feeling a surge of heat within.
"My self-control is getting worse, it's all due to this Nine Dragon Creation Skill."
Qin Chuan internally complained.
Imdiately, knowing he was being impolite, he turned his head to one side, gazing out the window.
"Qin Chuan, look at ."
ng Wantang's voice rang out again.
Qin Chuan dared not turn his head, spoke with his side face towards ng Wantang, "You've had too much, let help you sober up, it won't take long."
"Drunk but still aware; do you really think a few bottles of beer can get drunk?" ng Wantang enunciated clearly.
"Then... I think I'll leave first."
Qin Chuan quickly said, intending to get up and leave.
But as before, as soon as he moved, he was pulled back by ng Wantang's arm around his neck.
Unbeknownst to him, ng Wantang's red lips directly kissed his mouth.
"Hmm~~~"
Qin Chuan wanted to say sothing but was blocked by her lips.
A half-drunk ng Wantang seed like a different person, losing her usual gracefulness.
Replaced by a fiery intensity.
Her red lips kept invading Qin Chuan's mouth as if wanting to swallow him whole.
Qin Chuan forcefully broke free.
But within a second, ng Wantang's lips moved to kiss his neck.
While kissing, she also helped Qin Chuan lift his shirt.
At this mont, Qin Chuan felt his scalp tingle, like being assaulted.
"ng... Hall Master ng, please calm down."
Qin Chuan quickly broke away, distancing himself from ng Wantang.
Suddenly deprived of Qin Chuan, ng Wantang's eyes dimd, despondently curled up on the bed, hugging her knees.
At this mont, she wasn't the Tiger Hall Master, just a woman feeling downcast.
"Well... Sorry, it was too sudden, hope I didn't hurt you." Watching ng Wantang's dispirited appearance, Qin Chuan felt a twinge of guilt.
ng Wantang shook her head, "It's my loss of composure, not your fault."
At this mont, she felt both ashad and guilty.
Calming down, she realized how absurd her actions were.
She admitted she was indeed attracted to Qin Chuan.
But thinking of her own impulsive embrace made her wish to disappear.
More importantly, Qin Chuan had pushed her away.
This for her was a cruel reality.
The words 'aged and unattractive' are the most ruthless for a woman.
Qin Chuan stood by the bed, awkwardly watching ng Wantang.
He wanted to comfort her, but found their relationship, after the incident, suddenly awkward.
He didn't know how to face ng Wantang in the future.
"I'm fine, you can go, sorry for taking up so much of your ti, I'll make it up to you next ti." ng Wantang silently sighed.
"It's... nothing."
Qin Chuan's tongue felt tied, "Then... take care, I'll be going."
After saying this, he quickly walked toward the door.
But before he could open it, ng Wantang's voice sounded again, "Qin Chuan, is it because I'm old?"
"Huh?"
Qin Chuan froze, hand on the doorknob, turning back to glance at ng Wantang.
The dim light shone on her delicate face.
It was a typical oval face, poised yet gracefully charming.
Using a trendy term, it was a 'national peace and prosperity' face.
"Not old." Qin Chuan instinctively replied.
"Really?" ng Wantang doubted, carefully watching Qin Chuan's eyes, trying to spot any lie.
Qin Chuan's gaze was clear, "Of course."
Seeing his earnest expression, ng Wantang hesitated, "Then why don't you want to touch ?"
After all, many n often think with their lower head.
Especially in such an ambiguous atmosphere.
Unless he wasn't interested in her, ng Wantang couldn't think of any reason for Qin Chuan to refuse her.
"Uh..."
Qin Chuan scratched his head, feeling awkward.
Should he tell ng Wantang he disliked feeling like being assaulted?
Forget it, what if she regrets it when sober tomorrow?
Qin Chuan struggled a mont, ultimately choosing silence.
"Alright, I know..."
ng Wantang's lips curved with a bittersweet smile, her gaze dropped, inadvertently glancing at Qin Chuan's crotch, her expression turned intriguing.
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