Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 15.15. Maintaining Distance
The hustle and bustle of the barbecue stalls was left far behind, and the streets at night resembled a silent river.

The dim yellow light of the streetlights cast two long shadows on the ground. Zhou Mingyuan half-supported and half-carried Shen Yunrong, their steps unsteady.

The older sister is drunk.

The other person pressed almost all of their weight into his arms, their hair disheveled, their head resting limply on the man's shoulder.

The first step to letting go of your inhibitions is learning to speak your true feelings.

The two chatted and drank, and by the end, they had finished off two dozen beers. Shen Yunrong, still in high spirits, even asked for some more.

As a result, the counselor's dignity was completely lost.

Her beige suit was now covered in the smell of cooking fires from the street stall, and one of the straps of her delicate high heels was hanging loosely by her jade-like foot.

"Hey!"

The designated driver was already in place. Zhou Mingyuan helped Shen Yunrong into the back seat of the car, and then sat down himself, shaking her body a little.

"Teacher Shen, where do you live?"

"Well"

Shen Yunrong didn't even open her eyes, her cheeks flushed an unhealthy red, and she mumbled incoherently.

Her warm breath sprayed in front of the man.

Her consciousness was clearly still lingering in the alcohol; her voice was incredibly soft, carrying a naivety and helplessness that would never normally be present.

"Okay, driver, head to xx road."

Zhou Mingyuan had seen many drunkards, but he had hardly ever dealt with the older sister who would pass out after drinking.

He had no choice but to direct the designated driver to the nearest hotel.

The man's arms steadily supported Shen Yunrong's waist, trying to keep her in a comfortable position so she wouldn't vomit on the spot.

Over the next few minutes, I got off the bus and paid.

Then, like a puppet, they half-pushed and half-supported Shen Yunrong into the Sheraton Hotel and booked a deluxe king room.

In the cramped space of the elevator, only the low hum of mechanical operation could be heard.

The light from the motion sensor fell on Shen Yunrong's lowered face, her long eyelashes sticking together wetly.

She leaned quietly against Zhou Mingyuan's chest, seemingly having exhausted all her strength, with only her breath reeking of alcohol remaining.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opens.

Zhou Mingyuan put one arm around her and walked to the door following the room number.

With two fingers holding the door card, the door opened with a "beep".

A distinctive hotel smell, a mixture of cleaning agents and enclosed air, wafted over.

For safety and convenience, the man took Shen Yunrong to the nearest Sheraton Hotel.

The room was standard, a deluxe king room with the curtains drawn and only a dim light coming in from the hallway lamp.

Zhou Mingyuan carefully helped her to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Shen Yunrong truly lived up to her name; her body was like a soft cloud, embodying great capacity.

The moment I touched the mattress, it felt like my bones had been removed, and I slumped backward softly.

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Zhou Mingyuan reacted quickly, supporting her back and helping her lie down slowly.

What a useless older sister!
"Well"

Perhaps it was the discomfort from the change in posture, or perhaps it was the churning in her stomach, but Shen Yunrong frowned, twisted her body, and forcefully lifted her chin.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhou Mingyuan immediately squatted down, quickly grabbed the trash can from the side and placed it by the bed. He steadied her shoulder with one hand and gently patted her back with the other, speaking patiently.

"Okay, okay, that's enough now. Relax and take a deep breath."

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Shen Yunrong gagged a few times but couldn't vomit. She felt so uncomfortable that tears welled up in her eyes and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She instinctively grabbed Zhou Mingyuan's arm, which was resting on her shoulder, as if grasping at a straw.

"I'm so thirsty. I want to drink water."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

The man turned around, found two bottles of mineral water in the entryway of the room, unscrewed one of them, carefully lifted her head, and brought the bottle opening to her lips.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Shen Yunrong closed her eyes, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, and instinctively accepted the food being fed little by little.

It was hard to control the force if she didn't open her eyes, and a few drops of water accidentally slid down her lips, wetting her neck and clothes.

"I want."

After a few sips of water, she seemed to feel less uncomfortable, and her expression looked much more relaxed.

Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and the grip on the man's arm loosened a little.

"What do you want?"

"want"

There were still no further murmurs, which seemed amplified in the quiet of the suite.

"I want a damn thing."

Zhou Mingyuan gently pushed away the other person's arm that was clinging to him, crossed his arms, and chuckled to himself.

"We'll ask for it another time. Let's go to sleep now."

The man took two steps back, scrutinizing her captivating profile. Her hair was disheveled, plastered to her sweaty forehead and cheeks, and her rumpled coat clung to her body like a crumpled battle robe.

Having shed all pretense and defenses, Shen Yunrong was now left with only an almost transparent vulnerability and exhaustion.

"Forget it, it's not appropriate to throw up on myself anyway, I'll just see this through to the end."

Zhou Mingyuan sighed softly, his movements extremely gentle.

He unbuttoned and took off Shen Yunrong's beige coat, hanging it on the armrest of a nearby small sofa.

Then, his gaze fell on the center of her wobbly high heels.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out his hand, his movements natural and careful.

First, he untied the half-open thin ribbon, then gently grasped Shen Yunrong's slender ankle.

Her ankles were cool, her arches were high, and her skin was as smooth as mutton fat jade.

Zhou Mingyuan's fingers paused for half a second, as if confirming something.

Then, he continued to exert force and took off the first high heel.

The moment the high heels slipped off her feet, Shen Yunrong seemed to sense it in her sleep.

"Um"

She unconsciously curled her toes and let out a muffled whimper.

really.

Shen Yunrong's jade-like feet, like her figure, were of exceptional quality.

Long toes and even, well-proportioned toenails.

As we all know, beautiful feet, besides the feet themselves, must be paired with delicate ankles that are slender and shapely, and not rough.

Many people wear short socks to accentuate their ankles.

Shen Yunrong's beauty lies in its harmony.

Only after removing her shoes will you discover that the overall proportions of her feet, ankles, and legs are extremely harmonious; she's a true gem.

Zhou Mingyuan held his breath and moved even more carefully.

He did the same, grasping the other ankle and feeling the cool skin against his palm.

With his next move, Zhou Mingyuan gently placed his palm on Shen Yunrong's waist.

Her waist was fuller than the girls around him, and you could feel its softness even through her long skirt.

The sheer, naked desire that makes one's eyes light up is enough to make them rave.

"Spread your arms, come on, put some force into it."

Zhou Mingyuan continued his actions, straightening his body and leaning a few centimeters away from her, even able to feel the hot breath gushing from her mouth.

Shen Yunrong's arms were limp, but following his movements, she unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, then spread her arms and pulled down the collar. To avoid vomiting on herself, the man helped her untie one piece of fabric and restraint after another.

Stunning.

What came into view was indeed stunning.

Unlike Du Jianuo's long, straight legs, Shen Yunrong's figure is closer to the pear-shaped body that is popular online.

Therefore, her legs are not only more shapely and fuller, but also have a more obvious curve on both sides of her thighs.

Her plump legs, freed from the conventional long skirt, and her fair skin, created a striking visual impact in the dim light.

Zhou Mingyuan did not continue.

He gently placed Shen Yunrong's head back on the pillow and carefully pulled the thin blanket over her exposed chest.

The movements were incredibly gentle.

After doing all this, the man did not get up immediately.

He knelt on one knee by the bed, gazing quietly at the sleeping woman in the dim light.

Long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her breathing gradually became even and long, but her brows were still slightly furrowed.

The room was so quiet that only her shallow breathing and the sound of the central air conditioning keeping the temperature constant could be heard.

"Oh shit."

"My occupational hazard has kicked in again."

Zhou Mingyuan stood up, his tall figure appearing somewhat lonely in the dimly lit room.

He walked to the window and pulled back a small gap in the heavy curtains.

Outside the window, the neon lights of Jiangcheng still flickered, casting flowing light and shadow freely, sprinkling out spots of light that flashed on and off.

Occupational disease.

The reason he did nothing was entirely due to his 100% occupational hazard from his previous life as Zhou Lu.

He attacked while intoxicated?

No means no.

Zhou Mingyuan was keeping a tight rein on himself and would never make such a mistake.

If this were a man from this era, 99% of him would probably have some unspeakable fantasies and be unable to resist the immense charm of Shen Yunrong as she lightly loosened her robes and lay there with her jade-like body exposed.

Moreover, he had already gained the older woman's trust before bringing her to the hotel.

They shared countless heartfelt words with each other, and their relationship progressed rapidly.

She spoke of her desires at different times.

She harbored a suppressed desire for a man to conquer her completely.

She wanted to love, to eat, to desire, and to learn to stop suppressing herself.

No matter what Shen Yunrong said from under the bed, a woman in a drunken state was simply not acceptable to Zhou Mingyuan.

The reason is simple.

If you have intimate relations with a woman you don't know well while intoxicated, and she later accuses you, you'll be unable to defend yourself.

However, he did not express any doubt about Shen Yunrong personally.

It's just a basic instinct to protect oneself, as someone who has lived through the Dharma-ending Age and is a legal professional.

What if the other party really wants it?

Even if you want to, you can't.

Even if you know you're going with the flow, that the other person might not be so resistant at the moment, and that you can most likely get off the bus safely, it's still not okay.

On the one hand, he wasn't that familiar with Shen Yunrong and couldn't fully trust her or know her inside and out.

On the other hand, having worked in the legal field his entire life, Zhou Mingyuan finds it difficult to get over this hurdle.

Once upon a time, the ancients invented a word that is very unique to China.

— Half-heartedly agreeing.

In ambiguous relationships between men and women, it often refers to the situation where one person is willing to have sex, but outwardly refuses.

Why can "decline" and "willing" appear in the same word at the same time?
Because, tracing back to ancient times, chastity was a matter of great importance.

As the saying goes, "Starving to death is a small matter, but losing one's chastity is a great matter." If it is just a general refusal, that is, a half-hearted refusal, it can be said that one is actually willing in one's heart; otherwise, one would definitely resist fiercely.

However, in the legal environment of the degenerate age, if we still deal with intimate relationship issues according to this ancient way of thinking, we will only suffer great losses.

Either go to jail or pay compensation.

Even if one ends up in jail and has to pay compensation, it will depend entirely on the other party's wishes.

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.

Zhou Mingyuan is not only a lawyer, but also a successful entrepreneur.

He and a small group of elites gained a profound understanding of the changes of the times early on from various typical cases.

The phrase "half-heartedly accepting" should be completely removed from the dictionary.

In his mind, there was no room for ambiguity.

Incomplete agreement is tantamount to complete disagreement.

Whether it's "half a push," "a quarter a push," or "a hundredth a push," as long as there's even a little bit of "pushing," it's against the woman's will and it's unacceptable.

He stared blankly out the window for a while, then turned around, glanced at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, smiled gently, and turned off the only light in the room, the corridor light.

The entire space was completely enveloped in gentle darkness, with only the faint light filtering in from the window outlining a few contours.

He neither took advantage of others' misfortunes nor fled the scene.

Since the counselor is so drunk, we need to stay with her until she sobers up.

Otherwise, if someone remains in a state of intoxication for an extended period without care, there is a risk that vomit may reflux and cause them to choke and die.

He had handled many cases like this in his previous life.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Mingyuan simply walked to the sofa against the wall and sat down silently.

My body sank into the soft sofa, making a barely audible sound.

He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and vigorously rubbed his temples.

He actually acted like Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity) for once, what the hell is that?!
In the darkness, his senses became exceptionally sharp.

He could hear Shen Yunrong's even breathing, smell the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air, mixed with the smell of barbecue smoke on her body, and a hint of her own fragrance.

Time flows in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint sound came from the bed.

Shen Yunrong didn't seem to be sleeping soundly. She turned over in her sleep, and a corner of the thin blanket slipped off.

She murmured something unconsciously, her words mumbled indistinctly.

"I didn't hear you, what did you say?"

I feel nauseous.

Consciousness struggled to surface from the cold sea.

The first thing I noticed was a splitting headache from the hangover, with my temples throbbing incessantly.

Immediately following was a burning thirst in my throat.

Shen Yunrong opened her eyes a crack, her vision blurred by a pure white expanse—the unfamiliar hotel ceiling.

The curtains were tightly closed, with only a sliver of hazy morning light seeping through the gaps.

She tried to move her arm, but her body felt sore and heavy, as if it had fallen apart.

The skin rubbed against the blanket, giving back an unusual tactile sensation.

Eh?
Where are my clothes?

She couldn't help but look down, and the sight that came into view startled her.

The hotel's pristine white sheets covered her body, which was only clad in her underwear.

The white lace bra straps slipped down to her arms, and the edges of her matching panties were faintly visible under the thin blanket.

What the hell!

What happened last night?
In the empty room, Shen Yunrong sat up straight, instantly sober, and opened her eyes wide.

(End of this chapter)