Volume One, Chapter Three: At Her Home

Lin Feifei, ignoring all objections, ordered another bottle of Black Label. As fellow wanderers adrift in this world, our shared experiences quickly drew us closer. Before we knew it, the entire bottle was emptied.

Her cheeks flushed a rosy red, she slumped over the table like a puddle of mud, muttering incoherently for more drink.

I hurriedly called the waiter to settle the bill. By the time I finished paying, she was completely unconscious. I gently patted her and said, “Don’t fall asleep yet! I don’t even know where you live!”

She still had some awareness, mumbling words I couldn’t catch. She rummaged through her bag for a long while, finally pulling out a keycard and tossing it onto the table before losing consciousness entirely.

I, having also drunk more than I should, shakily picked up the card. Seeing the address on it, I sighed in relief.

Jinxiu Garden...

I inwardly marveled. I hadn’t expected such a young woman to be so wealthy. Jinxiu Garden lay within the Third Ring Road—a place where every inch of land was priceless. Even if we sold both our kidneys, it wouldn’t buy her a single restroom.

She was too drunk to walk, so I had no choice but to carry her out. The moment I hoisted her up, an unprecedented weight pressed down on me.

This extraordinary burden instantly sobered me. Taking a deep breath, I carried her out of the bar.

Once outside, the night breeze revived me somewhat.

Yet the woman on my back suddenly became restless. Caught entirely off guard, she began sliding downward. Luckily, I reacted quickly, catching her ample curves before she could hit the ground.

Feeling the softness beneath my fingertips, I sighed inwardly, unable to understand why her ex-boyfriend could have discarded such a treasure to chase after fleeting pleasures.

I hailed a taxi and cautiously settled her into the backseat. Then I climbed in beside her, arranging her as comfortably as possible. After giving the driver the address, I glanced at the rearview mirror and saw him wearing a sly grin.

His expression left me speechless. Now, utterly defenseless, and with Lin Feifei squirming on my lap, moving about restlessly, I was at my wit’s end.

At first, she had seemed like a composed maiden—still as a statue, swift as a hare—but after getting drunk, she was like a different person. If at first she was serene as if paralyzed, now she was wild as if seized by a fit.

She refused to sit properly, insisting on lying across my thighs. That alone was bad enough, but her hands were far from innocent, testing my willpower to the limit!

The driver frequently peeked at us through the mirror, amused by her antics. He couldn’t help but remark with envy, “Brother, I really envy you.”

I was already suffering quietly, so his words startled me. I grumbled, “Envy me what?”

“Picking up drunks at bars isn’t rare, but such a beautiful one? That’s a first. Envy your luck with the ladies!”

Just as I was about to protest, Lin Feifei suddenly sat up straight, staring at the driver with firm conviction.

“Get it straight, I’m the one who picked him up!” she declared.

Both the driver and I were stunned. Before we could react, she collapsed back down.

I was caught between laughter and disbelief, holding this beauty in my arms with no clue what to do.

After a moment’s hesitation, I couldn’t help but ask, “Driver, what would you do if you were me?”

The man glanced at me meaningfully through the mirror and smiled, “What else? You just have to deal with it!”

I was speechless.

After a pause, I added, “But desire is like a double-edged sword!”

He slapped his thigh and said, “All the more reason to face it head-on!”

I was at a loss for words, but soon we arrived at the destination. I carefully lowered her legs, then helped her off the car. By then, she was completely out cold. I gave up trying to carry her like a fragile thing and simply cradled her in a princess carry as we entered the residential complex.

Under the watchful eyes of the security guard, I made my way inside.

The buildings were neatly arranged, and before long, I found her home. When I opened the door, my eyes lit up.

Her apartment was exquisitely decorated, reminiscent of a boutique hotel. I gently laid her down on a large, soft bed, arranged her comfortably, and carefully pulled the covers over her.

Then, looking at the high heels still on her feet, I hesitated.

If I didn’t take them off, she surely wouldn’t sleep well.

But if I did, what if she thought I was being inappropriate?

Just as I was wrestling with this dilemma, her feet twitched, as if trying to kick off the shoes, but after several attempts, they remained stubbornly on.

I didn’t want to interfere, but hearing her restless murmurs, I decided to help her sleep more comfortably. I moved to the foot of the bed and placed my hands gently on her ankles.

I sighed inwardly, hoping she wouldn’t cause trouble—I couldn’t handle any surprises.

After removing the shoes, I carefully slipped off her ankle socks.

A pair of snow-white feet were now cradled in my hands.

They say beauty lies in the feet; today I finally understood the depth of that saying.

Her feet were elegantly shaped, slender and smooth. Under the soft lighting, they gleamed like the finest porcelain, casting a mesmerizing glow.

Shaking my strange thoughts aside, I carefully tucked her feet under the covers and breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, unexpectedly, she opened her eyes and stared straight at me.

Startled, my face flushed red. I forced myself to speak.

“I... I took off your shoes because I was worried you wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping. Don’t misunderstand!”

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Supporting her forehead, she murmured drunkenly, “I’m thirsty. Could you pour me a glass of water?”

Though helpless, I complied. When I returned with the water and reached the door, I suddenly heard the soft rustling of clothes being changed inside.

I slammed on the brakes and nervously knocked before entering with permission.

Upon stepping into the bedroom, the scene before me stunned me into silence.

Her clothes lay scattered on the floor, tossed aside carelessly.

She had changed into a delicate, sheer nightgown.

I stood frozen, my pulse racing.

I couldn’t help but wonder: had the alcohol unleashed her wild side?

The nightgown was the kind meant only for lovers to see—suggestive without being vulgar.

Its front was sparingly cut to highlight a perfect figure, while the back was daringly open, revealing an alluring blend of sensuality and grace.

I was dumbfounded, standing there for several seconds before regaining my composure.

She gave me a coquettish, half-lidded glance, her face flushed like a ripe peach, caught somewhere between shyness and intoxication.

True to her word, she drank the entire glass of water in one gulp.

Then, with a dreamy gaze, she lifted her leg off the bed and wobbled unsteadily toward me.