The dim lighting, the faint scent of alcohol on Jiang Cheng, and that kiss that seemed to melt her.
Every move Jiang Cheng made caused Si Qing's body temperature, which had been sleeping uncovered, to suddenly spike.
She noticed that her throat suddenly felt inexplicably parched, and although her mind knew this was wrong, her neck involuntarily stretched forward.
Si Qing's heart instantly grew even more flustered.
Si Qing's thoughts drifted back to the past.
Before, she had seen scenes in her favorite TV shows where the male and female leads kissed with saliva trailing.
At that time, she found it disgusting and unhygienic.
Kissing is one thing, but what's with the trailing saliva?
At the time, she even followed the trend online, verbally attacking the male actor, sharply criticizing him as disgusting.
But she never expected that the tables would turn.
Watching her own lips and Jiang Cheng's lips connect with saliva, Si Qing felt not a trace of revulsion.
Instead, an indescribable longing surged within her.
This longing confused her.
She couldn't understand why her attitude had undergone such a drastic change.
Si Qing didn't understand that this longing was caused by Jiang Cheng's divine hand technique and superb kissing skills.
Jiang Cheng's newly acquired hand skill, if used on a ranch, would not only make cows unnecessary to tie up.
It could even make the cows stand in place, mooing.
Let alone using it on her, who had no experience at all.
Being able to hold back and not moo was already a sign of strong willpower.
With the combined application of mouth and hand techniques.
Si Qing's initial hesitant resistance gradually weakened.
Sensing this change, Jiang Cheng seized the opportunity.
No longer limited to kissing, his hands roughly and quickly pushed open her bathrobe.
His movements carried an undeniable force.
As his hands encroached, Si Qing's resistance gradually weakened.
She even began to involuntarily utter soft, whimpering sounds of refusal.
But Si Qing didn't know.
These whimpering sounds of refusal are usually a man's Midnight Serenade.
In this atmosphere, it would only trigger a stronger sense of conquest in men.
Jiang Cheng's gaze instantly became fervent.
His actions, which had only been suppressing and encircling Si Qing, now became even wilder.
They directly turned into a takedown, like in a fight.
Suddenly thrown down, Si Qing instantly pulled away from the ambiguous situation.
She stared in horror as Jiang Cheng tightly gripped her snow-white, jade-like right ankle.
Her heart suddenly pounded, like a startled fawn frantically bumping against her chest.
Si Qing's hands shyly covered her exposed chest.
But as Jiang Cheng's gaze shifted downwards, her hands quickly changed position again.
However, her small palms couldn't cover anything at all.
This attempt to conceal, this subtle covering, made her appear even more innocent and alluring in Jiang Cheng's eyes.
Si Qing bit her lip, watching wide-eyed as Jiang Cheng quickly ripped off his T-shirt.
Revealing his firm chest.
Although her heart was filled with curiosity about Jiang Cheng's legendary muscular chest and striking eight-pack abs.
Whenever that thought flashed through her mind, Si Nian's gentle and slightly melancholic face would immediately appear before her eyes.
Causing a wave of guilt to wash over her.
Si Qing involuntarily closed her eyes tightly.
She shouted wildly, "Jiang Cheng, no! Wake up, I'm Si Qing, not Si Nian."
Due to extreme tension and fear, her voice became sharp and piercing, even tinged with a sob.
Hearing Si Qing blurt out the truth in her desperation, Jiang Cheng's tightly furrowed brows instantly lifted.
It seems this Girl is really scared?
However, he did not stop his actions because of this; on the contrary, his speed increased even more.
His powerful hands mercilessly grabbed Si Qing's hands, which were trying to cover herself, and forced them open.
At the same time, Jiang Cheng's mouth opened and closed, muttering incessantly, deliberately feigning a dazed and incoherent look as he spoke.
"Who is Si Qing? You're drunk too. I knew I always have this dream when I'm drunk. It's okay, no matter who you are, anyone who comes into my dream is mine. I'll give you a sobering shot."
It was the cold winter season in Modu, with biting winds and falling snow outside.
But indoors, it was warm as spring.
Although the room's heating continuously emitted warmth, filling the entire space with a cozy feeling.
This temperature, however, did not cause a feeling of stuffiness.
Yet at this moment, Si Qing's face was flushed crimson.
Her originally fair cheeks were now tinged with a vibrant rosy hue.
Even between the strands of hair at her temples, tiny beads of sweat had quietly seeped out.
These sweat beads, like crystal-clear pearls, slowly slid down her smooth and delicate cheeks, gently dampening the bangs on both sides.
Strands of wet, beautiful hair clung tightly to her delicate, peach-blossom-like face, adding a touch of endearing charm.
This delicate, charming, and alluring appearance made Jiang Cheng involuntarily swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Isn't this the appearance of the female lead in the Midnight Serenade?
Especially her beautiful hair, dampened with sweat.
Casually draped across her forehead and cheeks, coupled with her eyes full of pleading.
In an instant, Jiang Cheng's mind conjured up all sorts of positions for a sobering shot.
Under Jiang Cheng's gaze, which seemed capable of burning her, Si Qing's heart instantly sank to the bottom.
Regret surged through her like a tide.
She never imagined that by simply giving in to temptation for a moment, captivated by the Bvlgari toiletries in the bathroom, she would end up in such an awkward situation.
Those toiletries were indeed exceptional; not only were they effective to use, but their alluring fragrance was also intoxicating, making it hard to pull away.
However, it was precisely because of this small indulgence that her only covering at this moment was a tightly tied bathrobe.
Thinking of this, Si Qing's face flushed crimson again with a 'whoosh'.
If she hadn't remembered.
The very first moment Jiang Cheng threw her down.
His eyes immediately looked at her thigh.
Although she covered it immediately, and the room's lighting was dim.
There was even some 'weeds' covering it.
But Jiang Cheng stared for at least several seconds; she wasn't sure if he saw it clearly.
The two of them were already within arm's reach.
Si Qing no longer dared to continue
She knew very well that if she couldn't make Jiang Cheng fully believe that everything happening before his eyes wasn't a dream, and convince him that she wasn't Si Nian herself.
Then tonight's situation would inevitably spiral out of control and become unmanageable.
At that point, she really wouldn't know how to face Si Nian, or how to explain this chaotic night to her.
Si Qing mustered her courage, pushed Jiang Cheng with all her might, and then hastily sat up.
She frantically adjusted her bathrobe, which Jiang Cheng had pulled open.
Seeing Si Qing urgently tying the drawstring of her bathrobe, Jiang Cheng did not try to suppress her again.
As he stood up, his half-naked, muscular chest and chiseled abdominal lines were exposed to Si Qing without reservation.
This sudden display of physique made Si Qing's movements momentarily halt.
Si Qing gazed at the firm lines before her, her thoughts instantly recalling that popular image that once caused a stir online, and the hilarious comments below it.
"Handsome Guy, I burned my tongue, can I borrow your abs to soothe it?"
From childhood, her mind had always been very active and eccentric.
Because of this, whenever she appeared with Si Nian, others often had the misconception that the mature and steady Si Nian was the older sister.
And she, the quirky one, was instead the younger sister.
At this very moment, in such an ambiguous atmosphere, seeing that she still had the mind to think about such irrelevant things.
Si Qing couldn't help but despise herself deeply in her heart.
Then, she tightly closed her eyes, forcing herself not to look straight ahead.
At the same time, she extended her hands to maintain distance from Jiang Cheng.
Holding her hands out, she muttered, "I've said it many times! I'm really not Si Nian. Even if you have needs, you should go find her, don't come looking for me!"
At the same time, her hands waved wildly in the air, as if trying to push away an invisible threat.
However, due to excessive panic, her movements were chaotic, merely pushing forward haphazardly.
Just then, Jiang Cheng's heavy and prolonged sigh echoed in the silent air.
This somewhat unusual sigh made Si Qing's already tense heart clench.
Immediately after, she felt Jiang Cheng sigh, then his body moved a little closer to her before seeming to stop moving.
Various thoughts flashed through Si Qing's mind.
Is he drunk again?
As she fumbled, Si Qing suddenly felt that the sensation from her hands was a bit strange.
When her fingertips lightly touched, an unusual sensation instantly spread throughout her body.
Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the eight distinct, strong abdominal muscles she had inadvertently glimpsed not long ago.
At this moment, even with her eyes closed, she could still clearly recall that blood-pumping image.
Si Qing secretly pondered,
Is this the feeling those wealthy women supposedly get when they caress young men's abs?
But, under normal circumstances, shouldn't the dividing lines on both sides of an eight-pack be sunken? The touch should have distinct ridges and valleys, like intersecting ravines. This texture isn't right.