Volume 1, Chapter 9: She Is Drunk Again

Lin Feifei’s delicate cheeks flushed slightly as she gave my arm a sharp pinch and shot me a shy glance.

“I actually thought you were a decent guy. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have remembered—what was that about passages just now? My colleagues are still around!” She finished speaking, her face reddening all the way to her ears.

The evening lights flickered on, casting a glow that made her rosy skin appear even more tender.

“At first glance, I thought you were a gentleman, but it turns out you’re quite experienced behind the wheel.”

With one hand on the steering wheel, I raised the other and swore an oath to the heavens.

“I swear I’m not the kind of person you’re thinking of. I vow never to associate with gambling or drugs in this lifetime.”

Lin Feifei’s control slipped for a moment as she burst into laughter, punching me twice on the arm, then gave me a mock glare, pouting: “So, boyfriend, what are we eating tonight?”

I was taken aback, glancing at her in surprise. “What do you mean, what are we eating?”

She puckered her lips. “After my long journey back into the arms of the capital, aren’t you supposed to treat me as a good host and welcome me properly?”

I nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. I just helped you out big time, so it’s only fair you treat me to a meal.”

Lin Feifei let down her waterfall of hair, a slight smile playing at her lips. “Then how about my place? We can order takeout.”

“Sounds good!”

She blinked, teasing, “Oh? This time you’re not afraid I’ll eat you up?”

I blinked innocently, replying seriously, “How do you want to eat me?”

“…”

I drove into her residential compound, arriving at her home just as the delivery came.

Lin Feifei kicked off her high heels, stepping barefoot onto the wooden floor. Her toes were slender and long, with the tips painted pearl white, each nail exquisitely charming.

As the saying goes, once familiar, no need to be polite—I didn’t bother with formalities and went straight inside.

After putting away my coat and luggage, Lin Feifei disappeared into the bedroom. Soon, she emerged wearing a white shirt and yoga pants, hopping happily to the kitchen and peering into the fridge.

“What do you want to drink? Beer work? ‘Coward’s Joy’ or the deadly ‘Black Wusu’?”

“Coward’s Joy! That’s all I ask for.”

She returned with several cans of beer. Surprised by the quantity, I paused, then smiled wryly. “Why so many?”

She gave me a sidelong glance, a hint of disdain in her eyes. “What’s to fear? This beer is low-alcohol! The ace blowing bottle player is on duty.”

She made me laugh. In my heart, I thought this flight attendant was not only elegant but also quite adorable.

I opened a can of beer and, before drinking, I gave her a little warning.

“Just so you know, I don’t handle alcohol well. If I get too drunk, you have to call a cab to take me home.”

Lin Feifei’s almond eyes widened. “What’s there to fear? If you get drunk, just sleep in the living room!”

I stared at her, suspicion flickering across her charming cheeks. “Don’t you ever worry I won’t be able to hold myself back?”

She took a sip calmly. “You’re young. It’s normal to lose control when you see a beautiful woman.”

“…”

Suddenly, I found our conversation very interesting.

With her, I didn’t have to hold back. I could say whatever I wanted, unlike when I was with Kuang Li, where one wrong word might upset her.

Lin Feifei barely touched her meat skewers, instead eating mainly vegetables—grilled leeks, grilled eggplant.

I couldn’t hold back my curiosity. “Don’t you like meat? You barely ate your skewers.”

She sighed. “Ah, dieting!”

I looked her over from head to toe, admiring her slim, athletic figure, unable to understand how dieting applied to her.

“You’re already so thin. Why diet?”

Her eyes lit up. “Really? You’re not lying?”

“Are you really so insecure about your figure?”

“Not exactly. I just want to hear you compliment me.”

“…”

Her lips curled up, eyes squinting into sly crescents like a cunning little fox.

“Don’t just stare! Keep talking! I want to hear more.”

It’s hard to resist such a charming woman, especially one who combines beauty and cuteness. Meeting her sparkling gaze, I felt compelled to tease her.

“You’re definitely not fat. At most, you have…”

She paused. “Have what?”

“Excessively developed subcutaneous fat.”

“You!!!”

Offending a beauty never ends well.

Without hesitation, she grabbed my left arm and bit down hard, causing me to yelp in pain.

I massaged my arm, wincing as she bit again… no, bit even harder. I looked and saw a clear row of teeth marks.

Lin Feifei sat back, resuming her ladylike demeanor, glaring at me. “Anything else you want to say?”

I almost cried. “Should I go to the hospital for a rabies shot?”

“…”

After that, another row of teeth marks appeared on my right arm…

“Goodness, now they’re symmetrical.”

She still seemed unsatisfied, shooting me another annoyed glare. “And here I was thinking I’d help you fill what you most need, and this is how you talk to me!”

I rubbed my arm, chuckling bitterly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lin Feifei handed me a skewer. “Grilled lamb kebab—like cures like.”

I just took a sip of beer and couldn’t help but burst out laughing, spraying beer all over her shirt.

She was wearing a white blouse, which instantly became translucent where the beer hit, faintly revealing the black lace beneath.

That gathered allure was like sunlight piercing the darkness—an overwhelming visual impact.

We both felt embarrassed. She quickly bent down, using the motion to hide her blush as she wiped at her shirt.

She went back to the bedroom to change clothes. When she returned, I looked up at her. “You changed?”

Lin Feifei nodded, cheeks flushed. “Yeah.”

Recalling that earlier moment, I gave her a meaningful look, a smile tugging at my lips.

“All changed?”

She paused, then her delicate face turned even redder. She grabbed a cushion and threw it at my head.

Feigning anger, she glared at me, grinding her teeth. “Looks like you still haven’t had enough bites!”

I grinned. “Facts prove a man doesn’t have to be handsome, but he must be a little cheeky!”

“…”

Lin Feifei didn’t bite me again. She sat across from me, quietly drinking. We quickly finished several cans of beer. Not satisfied, she crushed a can, staggered to get more, and returned with another.

She opened a can, handed one to me, then guzzled her own, her drunken eyes misty as she looked at me.

“Tell me, do all you men like to keep your eyes on what’s in the pot while eating what’s in the bowl?”

My heart skipped. She was projecting the scoundrel Xie Zian onto me. Afraid she’d take it out on me, I hurried to explain, “Don’t lump us all together. There are still good men.”

She burped, shaking her head carelessly. “I won’t be heartbroken over him. Two-legged frogs are hard to find, but three-legged live ones are everywhere. I just don’t get it. Am I really not as good as she is? Is my figure not good enough?”

I chuckled dryly. “I haven’t even met her. How would I know?”

Without intending to, my words seemed to sting her. She nodded in a daze, her eyes glassy.

“That’s easy to fix.”

Before I could react, her next move startled me.