83: Chapter 83 I'm Not a Eunuch

Li Yi said with a hint of concern: "Ye-zi, you and Zhao Sihan take it slow. Are you sure you don't need me to accompany you both?"

Su Ye waved his hand dismissively. Although his eyes were a bit hazy, his steps remained steady: "It's fine, you go back first. Today, I must drink this feisty woman under the table."

Zhao Sihan, hanging onto Su Ye, said: "Who are you calling a feisty woman? My mom said I'm not fierce."

Su Ye grabbed Zhao Sihan's small face, lifting it up to meet her dazed gaze. They could both smell the alcohol-laced breath of the other.

"I said you're a feisty woman, so you are. Stop yapping, be good, and listen to me."

Watching this scene from the side, Li Yi thought, Fine, I shouldn't get in their way. Seeing that the two were about to kiss, he turned and got back into his car, telling the designated driver to head off, intending to take Instructor Wang and the others back first.

Chen Duling poked her head out and waved, saying: "Su Ye, you have to take good care of Zhao Sihan."

Su Ye turned his head, straightened his posture, and shouted: "Don't worry, with me here, she'll be safe."

As the Porsche disappeared into the distance, Su Ye felt the alcohol hitting his head. He felt dizzy and had to lean against the roadside railing to steady himself.

Because Su Ye swayed, Zhao Sihan started to slump to the ground, but Su Ye quickly pulled her up and wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from falling.

The two were once again tightly embraced. Zhao Sihan lifted her small face and giggled: "Su—Su Ye, you—you're drunk. You can't even stand straight."

Su Ye shook his head, feeling as though the streetlights in the distance were doubling. His remaining shred of reason told him that he had indeed drunk too much and was reaching his limit.

Ignoring Zhao Sihan's teasing, he quickly scanned his surroundings and saw a place nearby with a sign for Orange Hotel. He dragged Zhao Sihan over there with quick steps.

At the hotel front desk, Su Ye pulled his ID card from his wallet in his pocket and placed it on the counter. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his muddled thoughts, and said: "Please, help me book two rooms."

The receptionist glanced at the ID card, then at the drunk, handsome man in front of her and the Zhao Sihan hanging onto him, before offering a professional smile: "I'm sorry, sir, but one ID card can only book one room."

Su Ye lowered his head to look at Zhao Sihan, who was nodding off, and asked: "Where is your ID card?"

Zhao Sihan swayed her head and mumbled something that Su Ye couldn't make out. He decided to just rummage through her pockets himself, but found nothing but her phone.

Feeling that he was near his limit, Su Ye couldn't be bothered anymore and said quickly: "Book one room." He then added: "The best one."

The young woman at the front desk could see that Su Ye was probably about to collapse. His heavy breathing and the smell of alcohol made her rush to book the room; otherwise, it would be troublesome if these two ended up sleeping in the lobby.

Using the fastest speed of her life, she registered the room in a minute and then handed the room card to Su Ye with both hands: "Sir, your room is ready. It's room 901. There is an elevator on the left that goes straight up. Do you need me to accompany you?"

Su Ye waved his hand and quickly dragged Zhao Sihan into the elevator, heading straight to the ninth floor. He swiped the door open, entered, closed the door, and walked to the bedside, intending to toss Zhao Sihan onto the bed.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Sihan was holding on very tightly. Combined with the fact that Su Ye's body was currently limp, he was pulled down onto the bed with her. A soft sensation, carrying the scent of alcohol, touched his lips.

Su Ye braced his hands on the bed, intending to get up, but suddenly, a nimble tongue darted into his mouth, wreaking havoc.

Su Ye's eyes widened. However, at a time like this, no one but a eunuch could hold back. And was Su Ye a eunuch? That was definitely not the case. In an instant, various pieces of clothing flew off the bed, and then... (I know you don't like this, so the following thirty thousand words are omitted.)

"Mmm..." A lazy, seductive moan woke Su Ye up, and then a soft, smooth body snuggled into his arms.

Su Ye slowly opened his eyes and looked around in a daze. The scent of something like night-blooming jasmine lingered at the tip of his nose. Feeling the soft body in his arms, Su Ye's eyes gradually widened as he recalled the events of last night. He let out a deep sigh. Damn it, wasn't the plan just to go out for a late-night snack? How did we end up eating in bed?

He looked down at Zhao Sihan, who still had her eyes tightly shut, and thought to himself: "This was your doing."

Since it had already happened, Su Ye checked the time; it was already past ten in the morning. He reached out and playfully pinched Zhao Sihan's nose, letting go after she shook her head in annoyance. Zhao Sihan then hugged Su Ye's waist and fell into a deep sleep again.

Su Ye estimated that they had fallen asleep around four or five in the morning. After all, his biological clock was very punctual—six hours meant six hours, except for the first time. Well, it was the first time, so it was normal for it to last a bit longer.

Guessing that Zhao Sihan wouldn't wake up until eleven or twelve, and since he wasn't hungry, Su Ye decided to just let her keep hugging him. He called the front desk to order lunch, then opened Douyin to scroll through the "Goddesses."

Over an hour later, as it was approaching twelve o'clock, a raspy voice sounded from Su Ye's arms: "Am I better looking, or is she?"

Su Ye looked down and saw that Zhao Sihan had woken up and was staring at him with wide eyes, full of dissatisfaction.

"How can you compare the two? You are right here in front of me, while those on the internet are all just technology and heavy editing. As long as the beauty filters are high enough, even the Silver Horned King could become the Silver Horned Fairy. I won't allow you to degrade yourself by comparing yourself to those flashy vixens on the internet."

"Hehe. You sure know how to say sweet things."

Zhao Sihan shifted her body, and this movement instantly caused Su Ye to react again. A small tent immediately rose up under the blanket.

Zhao Sihan looked at Su Ye with a hint of panic: "Wasn't last night enough? My voice is hoarse from screaming. And you didn't know how to go easy—are you a bull? You used so much strength. Plus, that thing of yours is a bit too big; I can't handle it anymore."

Su Ye knew that last night was Zhao Sihan's first time, and he was quite familiar with his own "brother." He said somewhat sheepishly: "You don't understand. In our Sichuan Province dialect, young guys have a lot of vitality. Besides, this thing is a natural talent; there's nothing I can do about it."

"Knock, knock, knock!" The sound of knocking saved Su Ye from the awkwardness. He threw off the blanket, revealing his golden-ratio physique, then picked up his underwear from the floor and put it on. He grabbed two bathrobes from the bathroom, tossed one to Zhao Sihan, and put the other on himself.

"Hurry up and get up. It's probably the lunch I ordered. Get up and eat first."

Watching Su Ye hurry off to the living room, a smile curled at the corners of Zhao Sihan's lips.