GV – Chapter 83

As the two of them were about to reach the door, someone suddenly shouted, “You haven’t told us how you got together yet!”

With that, it was like a stone thrown into a gradually calming lake. In an instant, the drunk ones struggled up from various places, the half-drunk ones swayed to their feet, and the sober ones joined in the hollering.

“How did Song Zhiqing manage to snag our Qinglin’s school beauty?!”

This was from Ye Yuhuan’s supporters.

“Did the strategist and the boss fall in love over time?”

This was from the underlings of the Cosmic Beauty Garden.

However, because Song Zhiqing’s usual style was so tough, she had trained the boys into her underlings and charmed the girls into her followers. When she went out without Ye Yuhuan, her theme music was in the style of a gangster movie anthem. So for a while, no one questioned how Ye Yuhuan had pursued Song Zhiqing. Perhaps it was because Ye Yuhuan’s image as a cool and aloof top student was so deeply ingrained that people found it hard to imagine her pursuing anyone. Not speculating that Song Zhiqing had used her boss status to take her by force was already a sign of their trust in Song Zhiqing’s character.

As for the class issue—even though Ye Yuhuan’s status as a major shareholder of Sheng Jing was not widely known, Qinglin, after a series of internal reforms, could now be called the most egalitarian elite school in A-City, and it took pride in this. Pointing at someone’s nose and calling them a commoner, as in the past, would now lead to public punishment and ridicule.

The surrounding clamor grew louder. Seeing that Song Zhiqing was about to be woken up by the noise, Ye Yuhuan sighed, set her down, and pulled her into an embrace, using her other hand to cover her outward-facing ear.

In a tone familiar to all Qinglin students, that of the top student in the school reading a speech, she said, “The two of us getting together was a natural progression, because she likes me, and I like her.”

“We desperately wanted to be in a relationship with each other, but because we were afraid of being too desperate, we ended up delaying for a long time. So in fact, we should have been together much earlier.”

“And,” Ye Yuhuan remembered something and broke into a smile, “being in a relationship with Song Zhiqing is a very beautiful thing.”

Feeling she had explained everything that needed to be explained, Ye Yuhuan lifted Song Zhiqing up again and walked towards the door.

The silence in the hall continued for a while after they left. The band was now playing the blues, lazy and gentle.

“Fuck!”

Someone cursed under their breath.

“I want to be in a relationship too!”

Having finished her display of public affection, Ye Yuhuan walked down the long hotel corridor. The Song Zhiqing in her arms was still whimpering, like a kitten just weaned off milk.

This description widened the smile on Ye Yuhuan’s lips. She lowered her head and rubbed her chin against Song Zhiqing’s forehead, eliciting a soft whimper that almost made Ye Yuhuan’s own legs go weak.

She didn’t dare to act recklessly again and focused on getting her to the room.

Tonight, three entire floors of this hotel had been booked out. One floor for drinking and partying, and two floors for those too drunk to walk to spend the night.

Ye Yuhuan walked to the room that was said to have been specially prepared for them. The moment she opened the door, she was so startled by the giant red heart on the floor that she froze in her tracks.

This really was… consistent with the style of the banner at the entrance.

Ye Yuhuan was now very curious about the company of the classmate who was said to be in charge of the decorations. Could their business scope be wedding planning?

She navigated around the flowers and candles scattered everywhere and carefully placed her on the bed, which was covered in petals.

Then Ye Yuhuan straightened up, looked around, and sincerely suspected if this room had been decorated to the standard of a bridal chamber. All that was missing were two large red candles burning by the bedside.

Soon, she was in no mood to complain about anything in the room, because the even more deadly Song Zhiqing, upon touching the bed, began to act rather strangely.

Simply put, she started taking off her clothes.

And she started with her underwear.

When that small piece of orange fabric flew past Ye Yuhuan’s face, she didn’t know how to describe her feelings.

This isn’t your house. Ye Yuhuan opened her mouth, then quickly closed it. She had tied all her hair up today, and on her exposed neck, besides a few faint blue veins, there was a large, glaring patch of red.

During the time she was stunned, Song Zhiqing’s two hands had already reached the hem of her shirt. Before that waist could be fully revealed, it was hastily covered by Ye Yuhuan. The warm touch spread to her palm. Ye Yuhuan didn’t dare to look up at Song Zhiqing, and looking down felt like being a pervert. In utter desperation, she turned her head to the side, her whole body twisted like a freshly fried dough twist.

Song Zhiqing was very dissatisfied with this person who was stopping her from taking off her clothes. She frowned, pouted, and complained, “So hot.”

Ye Yuhuan swallowed. Yes, it was hot. Summer is hot.

Realizing what she was thinking, she abruptly let go and retreated a large distance from the bedside, as if it were the bank of a deep river with no railings. She raised her hand, waved it meaninglessly a few times, and said, “I’ll lower the air conditioner temperature.”

With that, she began to look for the remote control everywhere.

Behind her, the unrestrained Song Zhiqing continued her previously interrupted action. By the time Ye Yuhuan put down the remote, Song Zhiqing’s shirt was just about to fall off her arms.

Her lover’s body was presented before Ye Yuhuan. The snow-white, delicate skin dazzled her eyes. Looking to the side, there was a curve that, even though she had one herself, seemed to possess a certain forbidden charm when it appeared on Song Zhiqing. To touch it was lewd, but what about just a touch of the eyes?

Was that also lewd?

Ye Yuhuan didn’t know. She was thinking.

Soon, that loose puff-sleeve top was taken off, landing fluffily on the floor like a puff of foam that would gradually disappear over time. And Song Zhiqing began to take off her pants.

Now Ye Yuhuan was completely awake.

No, this can’t go on. Song Zhiqing is drunk, but I’m not.

Ye Yuhuan jumped onto the bed in a few steps, rolled up the quilt, along with the large pile of rose petals on it, and wrapped Song Zhiqing up in it.

“So hot.”

Song Zhiqing repeated this sentence.

“Drink water. If you drink more water, you won’t be hot.”

Ye Yuhuan held Song Zhiqing down with one hand and grabbed the mineral water by the bed with the other. After struggling to twist open the bottle cap, Song Zhiqing began to cry huffily.

“I don’t want to drink water, I want to take off my clothes, I want to take a shower.”

At this point, she finally recognized the person who had been stopping her as her lover, and the tears immediately fell more fiercely.

“You don’t love me.”

“You won’t let me take a shower, waaaah.”

“If I don’t take a shower, I’ll be smelly, and if I’m smelly, Ye Yuhuan won’t like me anymore.”

“Are you just trying to find an excuse not to like me, waaaah.”

After a few heavy accusations, Ye Yuhuan’s head was spinning.

Calm down, she’s drunk, don’t follow her line of thinking—to be honest, would I be like this if I were drunk?—alcohol is terrifying.

“No, I love you so much. Be good, drink some water, and after you drink, I’ll go take a shower with you, okay?”

Song Zhiqing’s eyelashes were laden with tears. Hearing Ye Yuhuan’s words, she stopped sobbing. The tears trembled and fell onto her cheeks with a blink. Her cheeks were flushed pink, making her look like a mouth-watering strawberry cake.

Ye Yuhuan averted her gaze, realizing that ever since she had entered this room, something had felt off.

“Are you serious?”

“Serious.”

Song Zhiqing stuck out the tip of her tongue, slipped it into the mouth of the water bottle, and gave it a little lick.

Then she said proudly, “I drank it!”

Ye Yuhuan’s body was extremely stiff. The blood was rushing through her veins, big and small, making her feel like she was about to burst. She bit her lower lip hard and forced a word out from her throat: “Good.”

Song Zhiqing tilted her head and looked at her, not understanding why she hadn’t let go of her yet. Then she pouted in dissatisfaction and used the same trick again.

This time, she licked for a little longer.

She felt she had made a concession.

“That’s not how you drink water.”

Ye Yuhuan’s voice was as hoarse as if someone had stuffed a handful of wood shavings down her throat.

Song Zhiqing felt extremely wronged. Ye Yuhuan was just making things difficult for her. Drinking a little bit of water is still drinking water.

Tears began to gather again. Through her tears, Ye Yuhuan saw her dark pupils, like ink. She opened her mouth, and Ye Yuhuan could see the tip of her scarlet tongue, like poison.

I can’t bear it anymore, she thought.

I’ll just kiss her, then feed her water, order hangover soup, stay with her until she sobers up—

Before she could decide what to do after she sobered up, Ye Yuhuan had already kissed those two lips with almost impatient urgency. Her tongue darted out fiercely, entwining with the source of temptation that had been tormenting her for so long.

Just a kiss.

Ye Yuhuan’s hands still restrained Song Zhiqing properly.

But this kiss was inevitably more intense than any before.

It is said that love makes one lose their reason. For Ye Yuhuan tonight, she lost her reason twice.

The first time was when she couldn’t control herself and kissed Song Zhiqing.

The second time was when she tasted the alcohol in Song Zhiqing’s mouth, forgot her own constitution, and continued to kiss her.

And so, Ye Yuhuan, who had only taken off her mask after leaving the party hall, escaped the fate of being drunk by others at the party, but she was unexpectedly drunk by Song Zhiqing’s body.

Ye Yuhuan’s drunken trait was honesty.

The meaning of honesty is broad, including not only honesty of thought and emotion, but also honesty of the body.

She began to guard against herself and steal from herself.

But since what she was guarding against was herself, it wasn’t accurate to say she was stealing from herself.

Then it should be: she leaped into that deep river.

At first, only her hand slipped into the quilt, but there were too many rose petals inside, which greatly affected the smoothness of her exploration.

So she released the quilt. Song Zhiqing’s body was naked as she wished, but Song Zhiqing no longer had the mind to care about that.

She was even hotter.

But this was a kind of heat that was not uncomfortable.

Or rather, a heat that made one sink into it.

After being freed from her restraints, her hands instinctively touched Ye Yuhuan’s body, caressing her skin that was exposed to the air and hidden under her clothes.

The long restraint had left some traces on Song Zhiqing—a dozen or so rose petals stuck to her body, like a painter’s random brushstrokes on a clean white paper, yet they produced a stunning beauty.

If the two of them weren’t so hot, Ye Yuhuan might have had the mind to peel them off one by one. But now, under the influence of alcohol and high fever, she just roughly rubbed them away, brushed them off.

A sober Ye Yuhuan would lose her reason because of love, and a drunk Ye Yuhuan even more so.

She continued to kiss. The residual alcohol in Song Zhiqing’s mouth was completely extracted by her. And so, on this night when she almost had a drunken one-night stand, Ye Yuhuan, fortunately and humiliatingly, passed out drunk on the bed.

Leaving behind a Song Zhiqing who, although conscious, was also drunk.

The abrupt end of the high fever left her dazed for a moment. Then she shook her head in confusion, looked at Ye Yuhuan who had collapsed on top of her, and tried to kiss her lips. No reaction.

Stick out her tongue? Still nothing.

Touch her?

Nothing.

The tears in Song Zhiqing’s eyes began to well up again, but realizing that the person who could comfort her had passed out, she immediately stopped them.

With great effort, she moved Ye Yuhuan off of her. Song Zhiqing took off her pants, got out of bed, and stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower.

Covered in steam and with dripping wet hair, Song Zhiqing lay back on the bed.

Lying on her side and looking at Ye Yuhuan, she poked her shoulder with her finger.

“Go take a shower!”

“I’ve finished my shower, it’s your turn.”

Ye Yuhuan’s breathing was calm, her eyes tightly closed.

Song Zhiqing wrinkled her nose in disappointment, then opened her arms and hugged her lover, rubbing water droplets all over her.

“Forget it, if you don’t want to take a shower, then don’t.”

“Anyway, I’ll still like you even if you’re smelly.”