Mu Nanqiu looked helplessly at Su Yao’s slightly puffed cheeks, and at her face—which was far past simply flushed now.
That complexion was tinged by red wine, glowing like a ripe apple, fine beads of sweat glistening under the light.
Those once-clear eyes were now blurred and unfocused under the influence of alcohol, sometimes landing here, sometimes drifting elsewhere.
Always wandering and unsettled.
After swallowing what was in her mouth, Su Yao exhaled softly. In the quiet atmosphere, it was so silent you could hear the faint sound of the knife and fork scraping against the porcelain plate.
All the dishes had been served, but they’d barely eaten any of them.
Neither of them had a particularly big appetite; usually Su Yao would eat more, while Mu Nanqiu mostly worried Su Yao wouldn’t have enough.
But what she didn’t expect was that today, Su Yao only drank wine and didn’t touch the food.
Mu Nanqiu, resigned, got up and sat across from Su Yao, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe Su Yao’s soft, pink lips.
She then took the knife and fork from Su Yao’s hands, cut up the food, and speared a piece, holding it out to Su Yao’s mouth.
Su Yao looked at the meat on the fork, wanting to turn her head to look at Mu Nanqiu, but she felt it was too much effort. After drinking, she felt a bit worn out. Her mood had been tense all day, and now all the accumulated fatigue spilled out, so Su Yao just leaned against Mu Nanqiu’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
Her mouth was slightly open—not asleep, just feeling too tired to open her eyes.
Mu Nanqiu was a little annoyed, but still gently brought the food to that eager mouth.
She watched as Su Yao bit the fork and swallowed the food.
Mu Nanqiu enjoyed this feeling immensely, finding it soothing. She fed Su Yao a few more bites, like feeding a little pet. But Su Yao sometimes didn’t want to eat, as even eating now felt exhausting to her.
At that point, Mu Nanqiu couldn’t resist planting a big kiss on Su Yao’s cheek—so hard she left a mark. Su Yao was so dazed she only sensed her face being touched, her mind already shutting down.
If anything were to happen now, Su Yao probably wouldn’t remember any of it.
Mu Nanqiu stopped suppressing her feelings, letting her displeasure show completely.
“Oh, Su Xiaoyao, you really had to get drunk like this over something like this, huh? I didn’t invite you here just to be a body pillow, and I’ll make sure you regret getting drunk today!”
No more eating. Mu Nanqiu scooped Su Yao up and left, heading straight for the hotel room she’d booked long before. She tossed Su Yao onto the big bed, then started pulling off her shoes and clothes.
It felt strange—clearly they could have had a more normal kind of fun.
“Tsk tsk.”
Glancing at Su Yao, who was peacefully asleep on the bed, Mu Nanqiu let out a cold chuckle and muttered to herself.
“Tell me, does this count as a senior getting her junior drunk and bringing her to a hotel for… mischief?”
“You’re really going to feel it tomorrow.”
Mu Nanqiu began unfastening her own clothes, stripping off all her layers and tossing them carelessly on the floor. Dressed only in her undergarments, she walked over to the chair and poured out what was left of the half-full bottle of red wine.
Staring at the almost brimming wine glass, she downed it all in one gulp.
She wiped away the red liquid trailing down the corner of her mouth, exhaled, and her chest heaved up and down. Then, she turned to look at the girl lying sideways on the big bed. The girl’s body seemed to move a little, but lacking strength, she soon gave up on turning over.
Mu Nanqiu set down the wine glass, picked up the wine bottle, and put the mouth straight to her lips, gulping down the rest with bold abandon. After finishing it all, she gasped for breath, choked a little, and coughed once or twice. Then she got up from the chair and slowly walked toward the bed.
Drunk and heady, Mu Nanqiu smiled wickedly, sitting down beside Su Yao, reaching out to gently caress her cool, delicate skin—softer than she’d imagined. But Mu Nanqiu wasn’t satisfied with just this; she wanted to go further.
With a mischievous grin, she leaned over Su Yao, their skin pressed intimately together. Mu Nanqiu leaned close to Su Yao’s ear and whispered,
“If you don’t wake up soon, Yaoyao, I’m really going to do something naughty~”
There was no way Su Yao could wake up now, so that “naughty thing” was bound to happen. Mu Nanqiu lifted Su Yao’s upper body, one hand moving to the clasp, and as it came undone, the pair of snow-white rabbits were finally freed.
Head throbbing—a feeling like a blackout.
But it was as if Su Yao knew she’d have a blackout. The pain in her head made her reluctant to open her eyes. She reached out to touch her chest—soft and squishy, with nothing covering it. She never slept like this!
Suddenly jolted awake, Su Yao pushed her exhausted body up after a sleepless night, and as the thin blanket slipped off, she saw her rabbits standing freely before her, with red marks on her body telling her something major had happened!
“Aiyo~ my butt…”
Su Yao quickly realized somewhere else hurt like hell. It hadn’t been bad while still, but now that she moved, it stung like fire.
Slowly lifting the blanket, she saw a large, red… handprint?
She jumped in fright, not understanding what had happened.
The sound of running water nearby drew her attention—the bathroom was in that direction, and behind the frosted glass door, a tall, beautiful figure was taking a shower.
Su Yao’s mouth dropped open. Trembling, she looked at the floor beside the bed.
Clothes were scattered everywhere, clearly tossed without care. Their owner was ruthless indeed.
Soon, Su Yao spotted her own black set and her face burned like fire. She hurried over to pick them up and get dressed as quickly as possible, only to realize that, just then, the person in the bathroom had already come out.
Wrapped in a towel, her figure was graceful, the curves and lines just right. Su Yao especially loved those long legs—round, straight, and perfectly proportioned, looking incredibly delicious.
Who else could it be but Miss Mu herself?
Mu Nanqiu silently looked at Su Yao, who was in a strange posture. The several red handprints on that patch of pale skin stood out sharply. If Mu Nanqiu put her hand there, it would be a perfect match—her little lesson for Su Yao last night.
“Why are you wearing yesterday’s clothes? I bought you a new set; it’s in the paper bag on the chair.”
“Oh, okay.”
Su Yao blushed furiously, feeling like steam was about to pour out of her.
She grabbed the bag of clean clothes, not even looking at them before picking it up, ducking her head as she hurried past Mu Nanqiu and slipped into the bathroom.
Only after closing the door did Su Yao finally breathe a small sigh of relief.
“Hiss, that really hurts…”
She didn’t dare touch that mark. Su Yao was absolutely furious—who did this, such a jerk, to be so heartless!
Who else could it be?