After sending the message, Jiang Cheng put the phone back in its place and lay flat again.
Although the two of them had reached the point where they could get intimate at any moment, as Zhou Ying had just said, this was Chengdu.
Knowing Zhou Ying, she would definitely have some reservations in her heart.
To prevent any surprises—like her urging him to go home just to leave a good impression on her parents.
The safest bet was to keep pretending to be drunk as usual; that way, nothing could go wrong.
Besides, he really had drunk quite a lot.
Feigning sleep for so long had left his head heavy and his eyelids impossible to lift.
Just as he was drifting off in a daze,
he suddenly felt a warm towel wiping his face.
There was Zhou Ying, standing in front of him with the towel, carefully cleaning his face.
Her gaze was gentle and caring, yet Jiang Cheng's involuntary swallow made a playful smile flash across her face.
After a few wipes she theatrically yawned.
"So sleepy. He's sleeping so soundly he probably won't wake up; I'll rest a while too."
With that, she lifted the quilt and slipped straight into Jiang Cheng's bed.
"New place, feels unfamiliar—I definitely don't dare sleep alone. Sleeping together is fine; he can't move anyway."
Snuggling inside the quilt, Zhou Ying wrapped her arms around Jiang Cheng, rested her head on his shoulder, and grinned blissfully.
Then her hands started wandering over Jiang Cheng's body.
While exploring, she deliberately exclaimed, "Wow, abs?"
At first she'd only meant to tease the "drunk" Jiang Cheng,
but once she lifted his shirt and saw those defined lines, she couldn't resist touching them.
Jiang Cheng felt her poking here and stroking there,
and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile,
which kept widening.
After groping for a while and still getting no reaction, Zhou Ying frowned.
By now Jiang Cheng would usually have responded.
Could he actually be dead drunk?
She propped herself up and studied Jiang Cheng's handsome face in puzzlement.
This was the first time she'd ever looked at him so closely.
The more she looked, the more she liked him; her index finger unconsciously traced the line of his brow bone.
"So handsome," she murmured.
Then, unable to help herself, she lowered her head and gently pressed her lips to his.
The instant they touched, Jiang Cheng's shut eyelids twitched.
He'd held back only to see what else she might do to him,
but the moment her lips met his, a surge of emotion made him lose all patience.
He pressed her little head down firmly and kissed her hard.
Startled by his sudden awakening, Zhou Ying recoiled, eyes wide. "J-Jiang Cheng, you're awake?"
At this moment she wore only a large bath towel; sitting up as she was, the towel failed to cover everything, hints of violet lace peeking through.
Her exquisite face, capable of bewitching countless men, flushed pink; her fair neck and smooth limbs hit Jiang Cheng so hard his eyes reddened.
Though he had tasted plenty of fine "delicacies," he still couldn't help swallowing.
"It's wide awake—how could I not be?"
Zhou Ying knew exactly what "it" he meant.
She had half-sat up precisely because that monstrous thing had startled her.
Meeting Jiang Cheng's predatory gaze, she didn't flinch.
Though panic rippled inside, she inhaled, slowly crawled toward him, stared into his eyes, and coquettishly asked, "Do you know who I am?"
Jiang Cheng's experience told him
that even through a bathrobe he could gauge the size of the "Pandas" beneath.
What was outrageous was that Zhou Ying's development defied gravity itself—
simply absurd.
Seeing Jiang Cheng staring at her,
Zhou Ying instinctively tugged the towel tighter.
Yet the pull only made the lace below even more obvious.
The scorching sight snapped Jiang Cheng's control; he yanked her to him.
"Who else could you be, little temptress? Your figure is incredible."
"You—" Zhou Ying didn't know how to answer.
Watching Jiang Cheng's eyes begin to act, she suddenly felt shy.
She thought about covering herself better, but it felt pointless.
"Then tell me—who am I?" she pressed again.
She had pictured this moment countless times. Knowing he was pretending to be drunk, she still worried he might actually be tipsy—
she didn't want him to forget this night when he sobered up.
"Ying'er, are you ready?" Jiang Cheng's voice was low and magnetic, making her heart quiver.
Realizing he knew exactly who she was, she said nothing; she simply gazed at him, complicated feelings flickering in her eyes.
Jiang Cheng's hands began to move, gently stroking her cheek, savoring her delicate skin.
He did feel something special for Zhou Ying.
Though the arrow was already on the string, to lessen any discomfort later he decided to run her through "subject one" to "Subject Three" first.
His breathing quickened; his hands slid downward to her towel.
The instant the towel fell, Jiang Cheng's breath froze for several seconds… No wonder her looks scored ninety-six and her figure did too—near perfection.
Since everyone was ready…