Chapter 138: Little Drunkard

Shen Chutang simply pushed Lu Beiqin aside and walked straight in. “When there’s wine today, drink it today. I took a look around—your balcony has a view of the moon. How about we drink out there?”

Lu Beiqin glanced at the phone on the table, then picked it up without a flicker of emotion and slipped it into his pocket. “All right.”

There was a balcony attached to Lu Beiqin’s room as well, and it was quite spacious. Shen Chutang reclined comfortably in a chair, poured two glasses of white liquor, took a sip, and smacked her lips with a shake of her head. “What fine liquor.”

He had never expected her to be such a little drinker.

Shen Chutang poured Lu Beiqin a glass too. “Don’t just sit there. Have some. This liquor was brewed by my master, and I’m usually too reluctant to drink it.”

Lu Beiqin took a sip. It truly was good.

“Then why are you willing to drink it today?”

Shen Chutang smiled. “Because I’m happy today!”

Sitting where she was, she could see the moon overhead the moment she lifted her head. Shen Chutang contentedly swung her little feet as the night breeze brushed past them.

The girl had already taken a shower. Sitting beside her, Lu Beiqin could clearly smell the pleasant fragrance of her body wash.

Moonlight fell upon her milky-white skin, lending it a hazy, alluring glow. At that moment, Shen Chutang’s red lips were slightly parted, her brows and eyes bright with a smile, making him want to draw closer despite himself.

Lu Beiqin raised his hand and downed the liquor in one gulp. Its fiery taste slid down his throat and burned all the way to his stomach, leaving him feeling unbearably hot.

As the glasses clinked back and forth, the liquor in the bottle grew less and less.

Shen Chutang shook the small bottle in her hand and frowned. “There doesn’t seem to be much left.”

Then she looked at Lu Beiqin and protectively tucked the bottle against her chest. “There really isn’t much left.”

Lu Beiqin’s lips curved faintly. “All right. I won’t fight you for it.”

Only then did Shen Chutang relax. She poured herself another drink and continued sipping, looking utterly content.

Lu Beiqin lowered his eyes to check the time. “It’s late. Go get some rest.”

Shen Chutang nodded and staggered to her feet. But before she could steady herself, her foot slipped, and she fell straight into Lu Beiqin’s arms.

She struggled to stand, but her hands and feet had no strength. She leaned limply against him and muttered, “Why can’t I get up?”

Lu Beiqin was having a hard time himself. How could anyone remain unaffected when the woman who occupied his heart was pressed against him like this—especially when he could not show the slightest reaction?

He helped the girl to her feet, only to discover that she was the type who never showed the effects of alcohol on her face. She was clearly drunk, yet her complexion looked no different from usual.

Shen Chutang was obviously thoroughly intoxicated. Now straddling Lu Beiqin’s lap, she did not feel that anything was amiss. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Lu Beiqin, what are you doing here?”

Lu Beiqin stroked her head. “You’re drunk. Go to sleep. I need to take a shower and go to bed too.”

Shen Chutang nodded obediently. “Then hurry up and take your shower. I—I’m going to bed too.”

With that, she stood up, but her feet gave way again. She dropped back onto Lu Beiqin’s lap and could not help shifting against him.

Lu Beiqin suddenly rose and helped her stand properly. “Go back on your own. I’m going to take a shower!”

He quickly entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Cold water poured over his head, finally dampening the indescribable heat burning through him.

The man lowered his eyes, then helplessly closed them and silently cursed.

By the time he finished showering and came out, the lights in the room had already been turned off. Shen Chutang had probably switched them off when she left.

Lu Beiqin paid it no mind and tossed his phone to one side. Fortunately, he rarely brought work documents home; otherwise, he would have had no way to deal with them.

He had drunk a fair amount that night. After drying his hair, Lu Beiqin lay down directly. But it was not long before he sensed that something was wrong.

The man abruptly threw back the covers, only to see a serene, obedient sleeping face.

Shen Chutang had never gone back to her room. She had simply treated his room as her own bedroom.

Lu Beiqin’s dark eyes were like the night sky overturned—thick, deep, and bottomless. He darkened his expression and was just about to get up when Shen Chutang seemed to sense it. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his muscular waist, refusing to let him leave.

“Chutang, let go.”

Lu Beiqin did his best to keep his voice calm. After all, if a man could lie beside the woman he loved without having any reaction at all, could he still be called a man?

But Shen Chutang did not hear him at all. She even rubbed her head against him before continuing to sleep soundly.

For the first time, Lu Beiqin experienced the helpless feeling of having the will but not the means. With a resigned sigh, he lay down beside her and turned to look at her.

“You little drunkard. You trust me that much?”

Early the next morning, Shen Chutang was awakened by a phone call.

“Hello?”

On the other end of the line, Zhang Chuan heard a woman’s voice and instantly fell into deep thought.