Stumbling, he went to the room where Situ Jun was staying.
The person who had been sleeping in the bed was now lying on the floor, spread-eagled.
Su Yinwan pointed at him and burst into laughter. With a flick of her high heel, she walked over and, feeling dizzy, collapsed beside him.
"Hey, Si... Situ Jun, how... how can you roll off the bed at your age! Hahaha..."
Situ Jun snored unconsciously, ignoring her words.
Su Yinwan yawned, drowsiness overwhelming her, and she fell asleep in a daze.
In her sleep, she mistook Situ Jun for a pillow, not only wrapping her arms around his neck but also hooking her leg over him.
...
It was already afternoon after the banquet, and most of the guests had dispersed.
Gong Zhijing, exhausted, got into the car to return to the Ling family.
Her feet ached from wearing high heels all day, but she still managed to summon her energy to feed her daughter.
Ling Leyou was relatively well-behaved; after drinking her milk, she fell sound asleep.
"Give me the child. You rest."
Ling Yucheng gently cradled their sleeping daughter in his arms and lulled her to sleep.
Gong Zhijing, lying down, didn't want to move, but she couldn't sleep either. She stared intently at Ling Yucheng.
She watched him go from clumsy to proficient at taking care of their baby, transforming into a qualified super dad.
Ling Yucheng noticed her gaze and looked back, a hint of confusion in his eyes, as if asking why she was looking at him.
Gong Zhijing smiled faintly, not wanting to speak, but her gaze remained fixed on him.
Being looked at like that...
Ling Yucheng couldn't help but look at her several times, their eyes meeting.
Gong Zhijing, exquisitely dressed, was stunningly beautiful, her eyes possessing a magical allure.
After just a few glances, Ling Yucheng's mouth felt dry.
Having abstained for months, he couldn't help but let his mind wander, his discomfort growing with his thoughts.
His gaze, burning with desire, swept across Gong Zhijing's face, down to her fair neck, and then lower...
By the time Gong Zhijing noticed his intense gaze, it was too late. She looked up to see his ravenous eyes, as if he intended to devour her.
She immediately cowered, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep.
But even with her eyes closed, she could still feel his gaze on her.
However, they were in the car, what could he do?
The car swayed gently, and Gong Zhijing gradually drifted off to sleep.
Ling Yucheng's breathing grew heavy; his desires were uncontainable. The one who had ignited his passion slept soundly, while he suffered.
Upon arriving home, he immediately handed the child over to the nanny.
Just as he reached out to pick up the sleeping woman, she woke up before his hand even touched her.
Gong Zhijing, her eyes heavy with sleep, looked at him, a film of moisture making them clear and bright, with a touch of grogginess.
"Let's go, back to bed."
Ling Yucheng said with a serious expression and pulled her into his embrace.
The sensation of weightlessness made Gong Zhijing instinctively wrap her arms around his neck, but she knew this "sleeping" was far from ordinary sleep.
Her face flushed red all the way to her ears, a sudden shyness overcoming her.
The woman in his arms remained still and obedient. Ling Yucheng's mind involuntarily conjured images of her shy and hesitant state beneath him in the past.
His footsteps quickened as he returned to the East Courtyard.
As soon as they entered, Ling Yucheng pinned her against the door and eagerly kissed her lips.
Gong Zhijing pushed him away, flustered, "It's still daytime."
"Who told you to seduce me!"
Gong Zhijing shyly replied, "I didn't."
Ling Yucheng lifted her chin, his tongue nudging his teeth, his voice hoarse, "From now on, it will always be daytime, because at night, there's someone else between us."
Gong Zhijing bit her lip and fell silent.
Ling Yucheng could no longer restrain himself. He kissed her deeply again. It wasn't enough; he picked up Gong Zhijing and walked towards the sofa.
The pillows on the sofa rolled onto the floor, and papers from the coffee table also scattered.
The half-open window let in a breeze, causing the curtains to sway and the papers on the floor to flutter.
Outside the window, fallen leaves were carried away by the wind, drifting up and down, landing on the water's surface and creating ripples.
"Can we?"
Ling Yucheng propped himself up, his gaze burning as he looked at Gong Zhijing.
Gong Zhijing shook her head and said, "It's only the thirty-eighth day today. According to tradition, we can't."
Ling Yucheng breathed heavily and rolled onto the sofa.
"Help me..."
Gong Zhijing tidied her disheveled skirt, yawned, and said, "No, I'm too tired."
With that, she turned and left without looking back.
Ling Yucheng gritted his teeth and vowed fiercely, "Wait another week, and I'll deal with you properly!"
He found the crushed cigarette pack from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and was about to light it when he remembered he was in the bedroom and couldn't smoke.
He had no choice but to go outside to the courtyard.
...
The next morning, in a hotel room.
Situ Jun gradually regained consciousness, only to feel an immense weight on him, making it difficult to breathe.
He looked up at his chest and saw a mass of disheveled hair.
Situ Jun's eyes widened in a look of utter disbelief.
It was a woman??
A woman was lying in his arms?
Drunk, hotel, woman?
He remembered drinking with Su Yinwan on the rooftop! How did they end up together?
And sleeping on the floor, though thankfully there was a thick carpet.
After a moment of confusion, Situ Jun accepted the reality. However, he couldn't recall anything from the previous night.
All he remembered was crying and laughing while holding Su Yinwan.
Following the usual narrative of drunkenness, things must have gotten out of hand. He had been a pure and chaste man for nearly thirty years, only to lose his virginity unexpectedly.
Losing his virginity was one thing, but he didn't even remember it. What kind of situation was this?
He gently pushed the person off him and sat up, gasping for air.
He then realized he was still fully clothed and felt a surge of joy; he hadn't lost his virginity after all.
The person on the floor lay casually, her skirt slightly hiked up, revealing an alluring expanse of skin. Her legs were crossed, exuding a seductive charm.
Situ Jun dared not look further. He grabbed a blanket from the bed and covered her.
In his haste, he accidentally covered her face as well.
Unable to breathe, Su Yinwan suddenly woke up, sat up with a jolt, and the blanket slid down.
She sat there in a daze, her mind filled with questions.
Who am I? Where am I?
Situ Jun dared not meet her eyes and retreated a few steps.
By the time Su Yinwan regained her senses, Situ Jun was already sitting on the sofa not far away, stealing glances at her with a peculiar expression from time to time.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Su Yinwan frowned slightly, her tone annoyed. "As if you've suffered some great loss."
Situ Jun remained silent, just sitting there.
He was contemplating, they had slept together, so why had nothing happened?
He began to doubt himself, wondering if there was something wrong with him.
Su Yinwan was beautiful and had a voluptuous figure, like a ripe peach. She had lain in his arms all night, and yet nothing happened?
Could it be that he was gay?