Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

"Ugh—vomit—"

As soon as He Qiang pulled Yi Chuhong into the bathroom, she couldn't hold on any longer and immediately vomited violently while leaning over the sink.

How much alcohol did this woman drink?

He Qiang frowned as he looked at it.

So what exactly did they do downstairs after he went upstairs to sleep? How did they end up in such a drunken state?

"Wash your face after you throw up!"

He Qiang stood next to Yi Chuhong, looking at her with a face full of disgust.

"Cough cough..."

After vomiting most of it, Yi Chuhong reached out and turned on the tap to flush away the filth.

Then she took a few long breaths to calm herself down, then lowered her head, scooped up some water to wash her face, and rinsed her mouth vigorously.

After washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she shakily got up, her eyes barely able to open.

Then, holding onto the sink with one hand and wiping her face with the other, she turned to look at He Qiang.

He Qiang frowned, crossed his arms, and looked at her.

The moment Yi Chuhong saw him clearly, she suddenly trembled all over. She froze for a full five seconds, then her eyes widened and she opened her mouth as if to scream.

He Qiang's heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, he rushed forward and covered her lips with his hand.

The bedroom next door is occupied by Leng Yanran. If she were to call out, Leng Yanran would definitely be alerted.

When Leng Yanran arrives and corners the two of them in the bathroom, He Qiang will be in deep trouble.

Even though Leng Yanran caught him red-handed, he wasn't afraid of anything.

After all, compared to Leng Yanran's previous indulgent behavior, everything he is doing now is nothing.

Leng Yanran had no reason to criticize him.

But he acted openly and honestly, and had nothing to do with Yi Chuhong, so why was he misunderstood by her for no reason?

Besides, the villa wasn't just for Leng Yanran; there were also bodyguards like A-Shu and A-Mu, as well as Liu Fu and Wang Ma...

If these people get alerted, they'll all come over to watch the show...

Is he still alive?

He's still a pure and handsome virgin who's never had a taste of romance, and he doesn't want his image to collapse and turn him into a lecherous old man because of a misunderstanding.

So he covered Yi Chuhong's mouth to stop her from crying out.

"Waaaaah—"

Yi Chuhong's mouth was covered by He Qiang, and she immediately began to twist and struggle violently.

She tried to push him away, but she was too drunk to have any strength at all.

Worried that she would continue to scream, He Qiang grabbed her waist and held her in his arms, preventing her from running away.

In this way, she really couldn't call out anymore.

However, their bodies successfully pressed together.

He Qiang couldn't help but tremble. He could only feel something soft and hot, and he was a little overwhelmed by his emotions.

"Don't shout!"

He Qiang frowned and growled in her ear, "Do you want to call everyone over and let them laugh at us?"

Reminded by him, Yi Chuhong finally came to her senses and nodded vigorously, signaling him to let go.

He released her, and then found his palm was wet and sticky...

Why is this woman spitting everywhere?

He reached into the sink to wash his hands, feeling frustrated.

Yi Chuhong stepped back a little.

Then, seeing his actions and remembering that she had smeared her saliva on his hand, her face flushed red, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

"Hey, He Qiang, what are you doing in my room? What do you want to do?"

She took another step back, watching him warily.

Upon seeing her actions, He Qiang couldn't help but straighten up and look at her with a cold smile.

"Yi Chuhong, do you know this is my room? You've come to the wrong place, you know that?"

"Oh, did I come to the wrong place? No, what are you doing here...?"

She looked at him in confusion, raised her hand to rub her head, as if the alcohol was starting to take effect again and her consciousness was becoming blurred.

"This is my home. I can stay wherever I want. Do I need to explain that to you?"

He snorted, stepped forward, pushed her aside, and walked out.

"If you're conscious, go to the next bedroom to sleep right away. This second bedroom is mine, and I won't give it to you."

He left her with those words, lay back on the bed, and gestured for her to leave.

Yi Chuhong's eyes were glazed over, her clothes were disheveled, and her body was weak as she walked out, leaning against the door frame.

Then she looked up at him and smiled meaningfully.

He Qiang pulled the blanket over himself, frowned, and asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing..."

She walked to the bedside with a smile, then spread her arms and lay down on the blanket.

Her lying face down like that accidentally pinned his calf down.

He stood on tiptoe and nudged her angrily, saying, "What are you doing? I already told you, this is my room. Your room is next door. Go to your own room right now!"

"I'm not going."

She shook her head decisively, rubbed her face against the blanket, and seemed to take a deep breath.

"What do you mean?"

He asked her, puzzled.

"I'm so tired, I have no energy left."

As she spoke, the cricket crawled upwards, its body twisting and turning.

"I'm sleeping here tonight!"

She crawled down next to him and reached out to pull the blanket over her head.

"Anyway, I always sleep in this room whenever I come to your house. I'm used to it, and I'm not changing. If you want to change, then you can!"

She started to act spoiled, pulling the blanket over her body and pretending to be asleep.

He Qiang stared at her in astonishment, speechless.

"Yi Chuhong, I'm warning you one last time, get out of here!"

He reminded her in a deep voice.

"I won't leave, what can you do to me?"

She was covered by the blanket, and her voice was muffled.

"Yi Chuhong, I'm a man, aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? Go ahead and eat me if you dare!"

She was actually quite pleased with herself.

Helpless, He Qiang could only lie down and say sullenly, "Whatever, I'm going to sleep anyway, I can't be bothered with you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned off the light, then pulled the covers over himself and went to sleep.

The quilt is big enough, a full two meters wide, more than enough to cover two people.

Yi Chuhong was probably really drunk. At first, she was a little wary, shrinking her body and tightly gripping the blanket with her small hands.

A few minutes later, she relaxed, her breathing became even, and she fell asleep.

She fell asleep, and slept very soundly.

But He Qiang couldn't sleep!

He's not some chaste and heartless man like Liu Xiahui...

Besides, he had already taken a nap, and now that he had been tormented, he was fully awake and couldn't fall asleep at all.

He just lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A warm scent wafted from beside me, carrying a faint, sweet aroma of alcohol...

It's agonizing, it's so tantalizingly tempting.

A lot of random and chaotic scenes unconsciously popped into his mind.

More importantly, he kept cursing himself for being worse than an animal.

Others have already offered themselves up, climbed into bed and lay next to him, and he still hasn't made a move. Don't you think you're worse than an animal?

He struggled for a long time, but the decision was mainly made for him by Xiao Tou.

Then he tried to reach out and touch Yi Chuhong.

His initial thought was simple: to give a hug and experience the feeling of embracing.

In the darkness, he groped his way to her neck, then pulled her closer to his chest.

Then he clearly felt Yi Chuhong tremble all over, and then she shrank back and rolled into his arms, hugging her chest tightly with both hands, her breathing becoming rapid.

This woman, surprisingly, wasn't asleep.

What's going on?

He Qiang was a little confused by her for a moment.

He waited a moment, then gently hugged her, one hand resting on her head, the other hand naturally encircling her slender waist, pulling her forward slightly.

Yi Chuhong initially resisted, but then relaxed and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body tightly against his.

It's very hot, very scalding, and has a tingling sensation...

It's itchy...

The sensation was so real that He Qiang got goosebumps all over his body.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had ever held a woman so intimately.

His expression was somewhat dazed, and he couldn't help but lean close to Yi Chuhong's ear and whisper, "Yi Chuhong, you're playing with fire, do you know that?"

She didn't speak, but nodded vigorously.

"Will you regret it?"

He asked her again.

She neither nodded nor shook her head, but was panting, which showed how nervous she was.

He Qiang couldn't resist any longer and decisively lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Her lips still smelled of alcohol, but now they had a sweet fragrance, and they were very soft and smooth...

He didn't have much experience either, so he started with a light kiss, then instinctively deepened it...

She was trembling all over, gripping his arm tightly with both hands, tilting her head back to respond to him, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.

He hugged her tightly and pulled her coat down.

She moaned softly, writhing like a snake, seemingly in sync with his movements.

And so, very quickly, her top was removed.

Then He Qiang's hand slid down, trying to undo his belt.

But this time, she suddenly reached out and pressed his hand down hard, stopping him from continuing.