Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 278 - 279 Rascal

Chapter 278: Chapter 279 Rascal

Song Xiaodong had also drunk too much and fell asleep as soon as he got into the car. He had ways to sober himself up, but the feeling of being drunk was quite exhilarating, and unless he was on a job, Song Xiaodong never minded getting hammered.

"Hey, hey, wake up, we’re home."

Miao Qingqing parked the car and after pushing and shouting for a while, finally got Song Xiaodong to open his eyes.

"Oh, we’re home, then let’s go up," Song Xiaodong said, pushing the car door open and getting out, although his steps were a bit unsteady.

Miao Qingqing quickly locked the car and hurried after him. Seeing Song Xiaodong looking like he was about to fall over any minute, she had no choice but to put her arm around his waist and then hoisted Song Xiaodong’s arm onto her shoulder.

Feeling the heavy weight suddenly press down on her, Miao Qingqing found it a bit hard to bear. Fortunately, it was still within her tolerance, and she complained somewhat annoyed, "How come you’re so heavy."

Song Xiaodong mumbled, "Then I’ll walk by myself, no problem."

"Stop showing off and just walk," Miao Qingqing scolded with a glare, holding onto Song Xiaodong as they headed towards the elevator.

Even so, Song Xiaodong still staggered as he walked. Miao Qingqing hadn’t taken many steps before she looked at Song Xiaodong with annoyance and said fiercely, "You dead pervert, take your hand off!"

"Oh? What’s wrong?" Song Xiaodong looked at Miao Qingqing, all perplexed.

"I told you, you dead pervert, to take your hand off, look where you’ve put it?"

"Oh... it’s on your chest, huh? Whoa, nice elasticity."

"Go die!" All Miao Qingqing felt was not only Song Xiaodong’s hand on her chest but also that at that moment he actually pinched her twice. She was both furious and embarrassed, and pinched him hard around his waist. She really wanted to just throw this guy here and let him sleep in the basement overnight.

But a strange sensation spread from her chest throughout her body, causing her legs to give way involuntarily, nearly causing both of them to fall.

"Ah haha... sorry, I drank a bit too much," Song Xiaodong winced, becoming somewhat more sober and pulling his hand away.

Miao Qingqing pinched Song Xiaodong again, huffing and saying, "Hmph, you really are a shameless jerk, taking advantage of me when you’re drunk, and even when you’re not drunk too, did I owe you in my past life or something?"

"This... sorry about that," Song Xiaodong chuckled awkwardly, quickly becoming more behaved.

The two of them walked a few more steps, and Song Xiaodong’s hand once again slid down and landed on Miao Qingqing’s chest.

Miao Qingqing turned her head towards Song Xiaodong, saw him with his eyes closed, as if asleep, opened her mouth to scold him, but ended up not making a sound after several attempts.

"Forget it, he’s drunk, it must be unintentional, no need to make a big deal out of it," Miao Qingqing reasoned with herself internally.

"It’s not the first time he’s touched me. Last time in the cinema, he groped me for quite a while, and just yesterday morning, he went even further with me. Now that he’s touching me over my clothes again, what’s there to fuss about."

Thinking this way, Miao Qingqing indeed no longer felt that strong reluctance and continued to help Song Xiaodong move forward.

But with each step, Song Xiaodong’s hand would sway over her chest, causing a slight friction there.

Although the friction wasn’t intense, just a bit, after more than a dozen times, an unusual sensation began to rise from that spot and rapidly spread throughout her body.

"This is an accident, Miao Qingqing, don’t let your mind wander." Miao Qingqing reminded herself in her heart, but the more she tried not to focus on the contact, the more her mind was completely filled with that sensation.

Miao Qingqing’s steps grew increasingly powerless, slower, and her breathing became hurried, with watery eyes and a tender face flushing red.

"Damn it, damn it, you damn man, you’re killing me." Miao Qingqing cursed Song Xiaodong in her heart, but involuntarily recalled the scene at the movie theater.

That day, she was kissed forcefully by Song Xiaodong, and then her chest was claimed by him. At that moment, she felt her brain short-circuit, and afterward, she was quite annoyed—angry at herself for not thinking through that moment in detail.

Now that she thought about it, she suddenly realized that it had been a marvelous feeling, even when her chest was being claimed; it was an extremely exhilarating sensation.

At this moment, she actually longed for Song Xiaodong not to merely brush against her but to squeeze and knead with force as he had done that day.

"Miao Qingqing, you’ve really fallen." Miao Qingqing silently scolded herself in her heart, but no matter how much she berated herself, it was futile against the strong anticipation her body felt.

"Oh, right, this guy has agreed to be my boyfriend, so it’s not a bad thing to be taken advantage of by him. Yes, that’s right, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, he’s my boyfriend after all."

Miao Qingqing suddenly found herself a perfect excuse, a mental suggestion.

And such suggestions, for many people caught in a dilemma, often turn out to be the best solution to their problems.

Once the inner conflict was resolved, Miao Qingqing no longer felt self-reproach, as if enjoying that sensation added a delicious taste to the experience. From time to time, she looked at Song Xiaodong, and her gaze softened.

They finally entered the elevator, and Miao Qingqing, leaning against the wall with Song Xiaodong, felt the pressure significantly lessen.

All the way to the front door of her home, Song Xiaodong made no further move, but Miao Qingqing knew she must appear quite a mess. So even after exiting the elevator with Song Xiaodong, she didn’t immediately knock on the door, but stood at the front, waiting for her emotions to settle down before entering with Song Xiaodong. This way, it also avoided any awkwardness from letting Song Xiaoru and Miao Xuanxuan detect something amiss.

"Oh... we’ve arrived, huh? Why aren’t you going in?" Miao Qingqing didn’t want to enter, but to her surprise, just then, Song Xiaodong opened his eyes, muttered a word, and knocked twice on the door.

Miao Qingqing’s face turned dark—this damn man, she cursed in her heart: You don’t wake up when you should, and now that you shouldn’t wake up, you do.

She was really hoping that no one inside had heard, but as soon as the door was knocked, it opened, and Miao Xuanxuan appeared in her line of sight.

"Ah, Dongzi, have you been drinking too much?" Miao Xuanxuan immediately came over to help Miao Qingqing with Song Xiaodong.

Miao Qingqing was inwardly relieved that Miao Xuanxuan’s attention was on Song Xiaodong, which probably meant he wouldn’t notice her.

"Huh, Qingqing, what’s wrong with your complexion?" However, Miao Xuanxuan immediately followed up with another remark.