NOVPUBChen Nan struggled to control his emotions, supporting Yang Ruoshui as they left the room and headed toward the guest rooms under her guidance.
Yang Ruoshui liked the environment here, so she had her own exclusive room and would stay for a few days each month.
"Don’t drink so much if you can’t handle alcohol. Women still need to protect themselves when they’re out," he couldn’t help but grumble, even though he held this delicate jade in his arms.
He had thought Yang Ruoshui could hold her liquor, but who could have anticipated she would become weak and powerless after just a few drinks?
Had he known this would happen, he wouldn’t have let her drink so much...
Yang Ruoshui, with a face flushed from drink, gazed at Chen Nan, her beautiful eyes brimming with deep affection: "The main thing is, sister is happy to have dinner with her brother."
Chen Nan silently sighed and continued to guide her toward the guest rooms.
With each step they took, their bodies were drawn closely together, like two magnets attracting each other.
Yang Ruoshui’s body was pressed tightly against Chen Nan.
Chen Nan could feel the soft rise and fall of her breasts against him with each step they took, the resilient feel causing his heartbeat to involuntarily quicken. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Their legs also touched occasionally, each contact sending ripples across their hearts like stones tossed into a pond, causing subtle waves.
In this manner, they leaned on each other. As they crossed the long corridor, Yang Ruoshui’s steps faltered. Chen Nan’s grip tightened unconsciously, pulling her even closer.
Yang Ruoshui’s hand searched for support, now gripping Chen Nan’s arm, now gently stroking his chest, her unconscious actions carrying a provocative charm.
Whereas Chen Nan supported her steadily, sensing every slight change in her body, feeling the softness of her skin, and the heat radiating from her.
In that moment, a subtle and ambiguous atmosphere quietly spread between them, like stars twinkling in the night sky, dazzling and captivating, enveloping them completely.
Finally, they arrived at the door to the guest room.
Chen Nan freed one hand to open the door, then gently and cautiously helped Yang Ruoshui to the bed.
Throughout this process, Yang Ruoshui’s body leaned slightly forward, her cheek brushing against Chen Nan’s chest, the soft touch causing his breath to catch.
Their eyes met inadvertently, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.
In Yang Ruoshui’s eyes shone a glittering light, filled with drunkenness and haze, as if hiding infinite tenderness.
Chen Nan, looking into her eyes, found it hard to look away.
An intangible tension pulled between them, the air charged with an exhilarating emotion, like a rose blooming in the dark night, exuding a rich yet dangerous scent.
Gazing into Yang Ruoshui’s affectionate eyes.
Chen Nan felt as if he had fallen into a profound and enchanting vortex, his reason slowly being consumed.
His heart clenched by an invisible hand, each beat pulsating with a panic he had never felt before.
The surrounding air seemed to thicken, making it slightly difficult to breathe.
Facing the slightly tipsy, sensual beauty before him, Chen Nan couldn’t help but feel parched and frantic, his thoughts running wild.
At that moment, Yang Ruoshui’s rosy lips parted slightly, her voice carrying a hint of post-intoxication laziness and naivety, "Chen Nan, join me for a nap, will you? I might sleep more soundly with you by my side."
Her voice, like the melodious singing of a nightingale, held an irresistible magical power as it reached Chen Nan’s ears.
Her eyes were filled with anticipation; the drunken softness and tenderness in them were like a deep, bottomless lake, into which Chen Nan inadvertently submerged.
Chen Nan hesitated, feeling as if two little people were fiercely battling inside his heart.
One voice warned him that such intimacy was too dangerous, while another was bewitched by the allure of the woman before him, craving closer proximity.
In the end, seeing Yang Ruoshui’s pitiful appearance and eyes that resembled a lost fawn in the dark, his heart softened, and he nodded.
Upon seeing this, the corners of Yang Ruoshui’s mouth lifted slightly, revealing a contented smile. That smile, like flowers blooming on a spring day, was vivid and stunning, as if she had received the world’s most precious gift.
She shifted toward the edge of the bed to make room for Chen Nan, then gently tugged at the hem of his clothes, signaling him to come over.
Chen Nan slowly walked to the bedside and lay down next to Yang Ruoshui.
Yang Ruoshui, like a little cat seeking warmth, immediately snuggled tightly into his embrace.
Her arms encircled Chen Nan’s waist; the touch of her arms felt like soft satin brushing against his skin, bringing a strange sensation.
With her cheek pressed against his chest, Chen Nan could feel the warm breath she exhaled. Through his clothes, that breath was like little flames that tease his heartstrings bit by bit.
He could hear the thumping of his own heart echoing crazily within his chest, the powerful beating as if it wanted to break through and reveal the panic and tension inside.
Chen Nan felt a warm and soft touch spreading throughout his body. Yang Ruoshui’s orchid-like breath sprayed on his neck with each breath feeling like a feather gently brushing by, causing his body to stiffen slightly.
This unfamiliar and yet highly seductive intimacy left him somewhat at a loss.
Yang Ruoshui seemed to sense his discomfort, lifting her head slightly and looking at him with blurred eyes, she softly said, "Don’t move, this is very comfortable."
Her voice was like a gentle stream flowing through the mountains, softly trickling over Chen Nan’s heart, making it tremble uncontrollably.
Yang Ruoshui’s hair was messily scattered over Chen Nan’s arm, tickling him.
The sensation of those strands was like countless tiny tendrils leaving trails of numbness on his arm, yet also causing more ripples to form in his heart’s lake.
Her body was pressed tightly against Chen Nan, every curve fitting perfectly with him; the soft and elastic touch triggered unseemly thoughts in his mind.
There seemed to be no space between the two, this close contact made Chen Nan feel a heat he had never experienced before, spreading from their point of contact and gradually enveloping his entire body.
Furthermore.
Chen Nan could distinctly feel Yang Ruoshui’s heartbeat, its rhythm like an intoxicating melody intertwined with his own, as if playing an ambiguous symphony.
In this quiet room, the atmosphere of ambiguity intensified, spreading like mist in the night sky enveloping them completely.
Yang Ruoshui’s hand roamed gently over Chen Nan’s chest, the tender strokes were like a silent expression, causing Chen Nan’s body to tense even more and his breathing to become more rapid.
Suppressing the nervousness and agitation within his heart, Chen Nan couldn’t help asking, "Sister Yang, didn’t you say you wanted to sleep? Why is your hand so restless?"
