70: Confusion begins

Qin Lin instinctively felt that he should leave.

He should go to the living room, or to room 001 or room 002.

Anywhere was more appropriate than here.

But his feet felt as if they were nailed to the floor.

The alcohol was fermenting in his brain, stripping away layers of rationality.

Something deep within his body was awakening, clamoring, and craving.

It seemed things had already changed from the moment he brought Han Qing inside.

Lin Wanwan had said, "Remember to come tonight."

Right, Wanwan was waiting for him.

Qin Lin shook his head, trying to clear it a little.

He remembered promising Wanwan that he would go to her room tonight.

Wanwan was so gentle and considerate; she must be waiting for him.

The person on the bed moved, letting out a blurred murmur.

Qin Lin leaned down, using the dim light to look closely at her face.

The light was too dark to see clearly.

But the silhouette seemed... a bit like Wanwan?

Yet it also seemed a bit different.

Whatever.

The alcohol made thinking difficult and thinned his sense of morality.

Qin Lin shook off the thought, took off his shirt, and tossed it onto the floor.

Then he sat by the bed and reached out to touch the person on it.

His fingers touched the fabric of a silk nightgown, smooth and cool.

But the body beneath was warm and incredibly soft.

"Wanwan..."

Qin Lin called out softly, his voice carrying a craving he hadn't even noticed himself.

The person on the bed didn't respond, only moving again as if wanting to roll over.

Qin Lin's hand slid to her waist, finding the sash of the nightgown.

It was a simple bow that came undone with a gentle pull.

The silk nightgown fell open to both sides, revealing the fair skin beneath.

Qin Lin's breath hitched suddenly.

Though the light was dim, he could see the silhouette of that body:

Her chest rising and falling beneath her bra, her flat belly, and further down... the alcohol blurred his vision, but his sense of touch was exceptionally keen.

Qin Lin's fingers trembled as they stroked her body.

The skin under his palm was smooth and delicate, possessing the unique softness and elasticity of a mature woman.

He felt her body tremble slightly under his touch, but she didn't resist.

Maybe Wanwan had also drunk too much and fallen asleep.

Thinking this, Qin Lin leaned down and kissed her neck and shoulder.

The skin beneath his lips was warm, carrying a faint scent of alcohol and body fragrance.

It was an aura that only a mature woman possessed.

It was richer and more... alluring than Su Yuran's sweetness or Lin Wanwan's elegance.

Qin Lin moved from her shoulder and neck to her collarbone, and then further down.

His hands weren't idle either, fumbling to undo the clasp of her bra.

Qin Lin felt like he was going crazy.

Alcohol, darkness, tactile sensations, and this mature, beautiful body beneath him... it all blended together to form a fatal temptation.

He removed the last of her coverings.

Then he stood up and took off the rest of his own clothes.

In the darkness, two naked bodies faced each other.

Qin Lin lay back down on the bed, pulling the warm, soft body into his arms.

Her body pressed completely against his, every curve fitting perfectly against his silhouette.

Their breaths, laced with the scent of alcohol, mingled together.

The person beneath him seemed startled by the kiss, letting out a blurred groan.

Her arms rose unconsciously, wrapping around his neck.

This response caused Qin Lin's last shred of rationality to snap completely.

He no longer hesitated, nor did he think.

Bodily instinct drove him, and the catalyst of alcohol made him bold and direct.

In an instant, the sensation made Qin Lin almost lose control.

It was... too wonderful.

It was a feeling different from both Su Yuran and Lin Wanwan.

More voluptuous, more... mature.

Every inch of contact made his scalp tingle.

The person beneath him let out intermittent moans.

Soaked in alcohol, the voice became blurred and alluring.

It wasn't the restraint of being sober, but rather an instinctive, primal response.

Qin Lin felt as if he were dreaming.

A dream so wonderful it felt unreal.

In the dream, he could enjoy this body without scruples, without having to think about morality, responsibility, or consequences.

He could simply follow his desires, sinking into pleasure.

The mattress made rhythmic sounds beneath them, mixing with their gasps and moans.

In the darkness, vision was stripped away, making other senses exceptionally keen.

Qin Lin could hear her uncontrollable whimpers and pleas.

He could smell the increasingly thick body fragrance and the scent of arousal on her.

It was too wonderful.

So wonderful that it made him forget everything.

He forgot who he was, forgot who the person beneath him was, forgot where this was, and forgot that the world outside was freezing with blizzards.

There was only this moment, only this body, and only this pleasure.

Qin Lin's consciousness bobbed in the waves of alcohol and desire.

For a few moments, he felt something was slightly off.

The feel of this body... wasn't quite like Lin Wanwan's.

Lin Wanwan's body was more slender, softer, and her reactions were more shy.

Whereas the body beneath him was more voluptuous, more mature, and her reactions were more... intense.

There was also that scent, that touch, that tone of moaning... but the alcohol soon drowned out these doubts.

Who cares who it is.

As long as this moment is real, as long as the pleasure is real, that's enough.

He held the person beneath him tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his own body.

Then, everything returned to peace.

Only heavy breathing remained, echoing in the dark room.

Han Qing's consciousness bobbed in an ocean of alcohol.

She knew she had drunk too much, knew she was being supported by Qin Lin as they left the living room, and knew she should go back to her room to sleep.

But the specific process was blurred.

She only remembered that Qin Lin's hands were very steady and his body was very warm.

She remembered the scent on him, a mix of alcohol and male hormones, which smelled very good.

She remembered the feeling of his breath brushing past her ear when he spoke—it was itchy and made her heart race.

Then she was lying on the bed.

The soft mattress and clean sheets were so comfortable that she didn't want to move.

Han Qing thought she had returned to room 003 and that her daughter was sleeping in the bed next to her.

She even mumbled "Yu Rou," but received no response.

Maybe her daughter was fast asleep.

Thinking this, Han Qing closed her eyes.

But soon, she felt someone touching her.

At first, it was a gentle touch, as if helping her undress.

Han Qing thought it was her daughter taking care of her.

Although Yu Rou was usually careless, she was very sensible and knew that she might be uncomfortable after drinking too much.

But soon she felt something was wrong.

The feel of those hands... wasn't like her daughter's.

Her daughter's fingertips were slender, and her movements were gentle.

But these hands were larger, more powerful, and carried a firm, irresistible quality.

Han Qing wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

The alcohol blurred her consciousness, and her body was limp and powerless.

She wanted to speak, to ask who it was, but only let out a blurred groan.

Then every touch from those hands carried an electric current, making her body tremble involuntarily.

Han Qing's breathing quickened.

She wasn't an innocent girl; she knew what these touches meant.

Her rationality was screaming, telling her to push them away, to escape.

But her body betrayed her—the sensations brought by those touches were too intense.

Too unfamiliar, and also too... wonderful.