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Chapter 1193 - 821 Unaware that we are guests in our dreams (Throwing flowers! Thanks for the support!)_3

Chapter 1193: 821 Unaware that we are guests in our dreams (Throwing flowers! Thanks for the support!)_3

If Jiang Chen were to sober up later, he would probably want to slap himself even more.

"Ugh..."

Nothing ever came out, no matter how much he retched.

This kind of dry heaving is actually even more exhausting.

When his dry heaving gradually subsided, Pei Yunxi carefully propped him back onto the bed and went to pour a cup of hot water.

It’s said that when you’re drunk, you speak the truth.

Likewise.

Only in certain specific scenarios can one truly see into a person’s heart.

Pei Yunxi, who didn’t really treat him like a boss on normal days, tirelessly fed him water, wiped his mouth, and finally helped him off with his jacket and tucked him in.

By the time she finished, her forehead was covered in tiny beads of sweat.

Without any hint of complaint, Pei Yunxi straightened the corners of the quilt, stood straight up, let out a soft breath, and touched the fragrant sweat on her forehead.

The other party had temporarily quieted down.

Only then did Pei Yunxi turn around and enter the bathroom.

Immediately after.

Through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, it appeared she slowly began to undress.

Perhaps worried that Jiang Chen might vomit again, she chose to take a shower here.

Behind the hazy glass.

A divine figure of superb beauty was revealed.

Straightaway.

The sound of "splattering" water could be heard.

And the Mr. Jiang lying on the bed, eyes tightly closed, was completely unaware.

Almost twenty minutes later.

The bathroom door opened again.

With steam billowing out, Pei Yunxi, wrapped in a bath towel and in slippers, walked out.

Above the bath towel were heart-thumpingly exquisite collarbones and a swan-like neck, as beautiful as the cheeks of a goddess.

Below the bath towel.

Were smooth, fair, and slender legs.

Unlike Yang Ni, who once "dedicated" herself to art, Pei Yunxi held the bath towel at her chest with one hand, leaving only the dim glow from the bedside lamp.

On the bed.

Someone still laid like a dead pig, except now his stomach seemed to react again, his face showing discomfort, and his breathing became disorderly once more.

But it was only for a moment.

Straightaway.

His breathing slowly steadied.

Pei Yunxi, wrapped only in a bath towel, stood by the bed, one hand clutching the front of her chest, silently gazing at the peacefully sleeping young face, thinking who knows what.

He got this drunk for the sake of saving face.

But what about the face-saving she owed?

The moonlight passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, with the lights of Victoria Harbour outside adding to the effect, making this already otherworldly beautiful woman seem even more ethereal.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

...

Time seemed to fade away.

No idea how long passed, or what thoughts crossed her mind, but the breathtaking figure by the bed finally moved.

The bath towel slowly drifted away.

The quilt was lifted.

The big bed sank.

A faint fragrance started to spread slowly.

Pei Yunxi looked up at the ceiling and softly closed her eyes.

She was not someone ungrateful.

As for how the other party would choose, that was their business.

Once, while sober, she was rejected.

But this time...

Just as Pei Yunxi was about to fall asleep, a movement stirred beside her.

An arm pressed over.

Pei Yunxi’s eyelashes fluttered, she kept herself from opening her eyes, and stayed motionless.

Perhaps realizing something was off, the stirring beside her grew more intense.

Alcohol doesn’t sober up that fast, but even strong liquor cannot suppress human instincts — it may even heighten them.

Pei Yunxi felt the heat inside the quilt getting hotter.

Subsequently.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a heavy body press against her, accompanied by a strong scent of alcohol.

No longer able to restrain herself, her eyelashes quivered, she opened her eyes, and saw a pair of eyes filled with drunken fervor and passion.

Pei Yunxi clenched her lips tightly, then slowly closed her eyes again.

"Mmm..."

Her lips were suddenly sealed.

Perhaps it was the taste of alcohol in her mouth that was too uncomfortable, Pei Yunxi gripped the quilt tightly, then gradually relaxed.

"Turn off the light."

She lifted her head and whispered into the other’s ear.

But a drunkard completely driven by instinct could not hear her, maybe he thought it was all just a dream.

Neck.

Upper body.

Pain surged.

The quilt was abruptly thrown off.

But Pei Yunxi didn’t feel any chill, as if the alcohol she had consumed earlier was starting to take effect as well, her consciousness began to blur, her body flushed with warmth.

"Mmm..."

Suddenly.

A suppressed cry of pain.

Outside the window.

The brilliance of Victoria Harbour rippled.

A night of lively festivity.