When Qing Hang got drunk, even his hardest heart would melt into a puddle of water in front of Cheng Wanyue.

He would tell her he missed her and always wanted to kiss her.

During that hour-plus car ride, he sat in the passenger seat, his eyes never leaving Cheng Wanyue for a moment.

He was afraid she would leave, or disappear with just a blink of an eye. He followed her whatever she did—even when she boiled water, he had to stand beside her, first holding her hand, then embracing her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

There was no air conditioning in the kitchen or living room. By the time Cheng Wanyue helped Qing Hang upstairs, she was drenched in sweat. His body was burning hot, with a warmth that clothes couldn’t contain, making her restless.

When the water boiled, she gave him a gentle push, but the arm around her waist only tightened.

Cheng Wanyue was nearly pressed flat against the counter, barely managing to support both their weight with her hands. She thought he was unsteady on his feet, but the next second, he carried her into the bedroom.

“Aren’t you thirsty?”

“Not thirsty,” Qing Hang’s nose nuzzled her nape. “It’s so hot, why don’t you take off your clothes?”

Cheng Wanyue: “…”

What difference did it make whether she was dressed or not? He’d touched her everywhere. Outside, he was the same as usual, even greeting neighbors normally, but behind closed doors, he showed his true nature.

“You take yours off first,” she would shower soon anyway. “Just the top, don’t take off your pants.”

Qing Hang crossed his arms and pulled up his T-shirt, removing it over his head. “You too.”

“I only have one piece on, so I’d be at a disadvantage,” Cheng Wanyue looked at the scratch marks on his chest, which seemed deeper in color than in the afternoon. She coughed twice. “Unless you let me touch… hmm… once isn’t enough, I want to touch more.”

Might as well take advantage while she could.

Even with their intimacy at the hotel that afternoon, Qing Hang rarely allowed her to touch him. But if he always held her wrists, she would get angry. He didn’t want things to end too quickly, so the first time had been from behind.

As a result, when they ate late-night snacks, she could only sit on a soft cushion.

“Someone told me that when drunk, men can’t get hard. Let me see if that’s true,” Cheng Wanyue had heard from a friend that men who use drunkenness as an excuse to have sex are mostly pretending to be drunk to get laid, with no intention of taking responsibility.

Qing Hang was about to go to the bathroom. “I’m not drunk.”

“You don’t get to decide,” Cheng Wanyue straddled his lap, moving closer, then pulling away.

Her breath on his chest was enough to cause changes in his body. She saw his nipples tremble slightly.

Her finger slid slowly down from his Adam’s apple, tracing the contours of his abs. She had barely touched him, and his muscles were already hard, but there wasn’t much reaction below. Even without drinking, he had impressive self-control.

Cheng Wanyue ran to the living room to get her phone, quickly returning to the bedroom. The light illuminated a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his gaze wasn’t as cold as usual. The alcohol and heat brought out a layer of hazy mist, covering the undercurrent that flowed before the flames erupted.

“Don’t think I’m taking advantage of you,” even if she felt guilty, she acted as if it was perfectly reasonable. “Answer one question for me, and I’ll touch where you want me to touch, or let you kiss me for two minutes. Fair exchange, no one loses.”

Only after he nodded did Cheng Wanyue open his WeChat and press the voice record button.

“Qing Hang, apart from your grandfather, who do you love the most?”

He said, “Cheng Wanyue.”

“Correct answer,” she knelt, moving her knees closer to him. “Should I touch you, or do you want to kiss?”

Qing Hang hooked her finger. “Both.”

“No, you can only choose one.”

“I choose to take off your clothes.”

“You’ve learned to create your answers,” Cheng Wanyue appeared to be praising him, but she was laughing inside, doubting he could remain so calm after she took off her clothes. “Fine, go ahead and undress me. I won’t help you, and you can only take off your clothes, not touch me.”

“Mm.”

Qing Hang remembered the zipper was at the back, and there was one at the waist as well. Cheng Wanyue’s dress accentuated her figure but was easy to remove. If she cooperated slightly, pulling down the zipper would make the dress fall naturally.

The dress was black, and her underwear was also black.

The marks on her body were no fewer than those on his.

Qing Hang even remembered how much pressure he had used to leave that kiss mark at the edge of her bra, and about two centimeters below that, there was another one.

Cheng Wanyue knelt on the bed, letting him look without reservation. She continued with the second question, “Apart from your grandfather, who treats you the best?”

Like before, Qing Hang answered without thinking, “Cheng Wanyue.”

“Reward: one kiss,” Cheng Wanyue wrapped her arms around his neck. She only meant to give him a quick peck, but before she could even touch his lips, he pulled her onto his lap.

A light kiss became a deep one, until her neck ached.

Even when she forcibly broke free, he didn’t stop.

His short hair prickled her skin, making it itch slightly. She leaned back, almost falling, but he caught her in his arms. His kisses started from her cheek, gradually approaching that kiss mark.

Cheng Wanyue enjoyed his kisses so much that she didn’t mind his rule-breaking little touches. “Qing Hang, who treats you the worst?”

This time, after a long while, he finally spoke, “Cheng Wanyue.”

Cheng Wanyue:?

Retract.

Cheng Wanyue recalled this voice message, tossing the phone aside. “Am I not good to you? Explain yourself, when was I not good to you?”

“You ignored me, but smiled at them.”

“I ignored you because we were fighting. I naturally love to smile; even with cats and dogs, I’ll smile when I’m in a good mood. Qing Hang, you’re not psychologically disturbed, enjoying seeing me cry, are you?”

At that time, they argued frequently. Cheng Wanyue would say hurtful things, while Qing Hang would remain silent, always ending in discord.

He said, “I like you however you are.”

Cheng Wanyue thought that drinking wasn’t entirely a bad thing.

She was about to ask something else, but Qing Hang wasn’t so easily fooled. “First, let’s redeem the rewards for those three questions.”

He showed her directly through his actions. The hand on her waist moved upward, unfastening her bra clasp. Before the straps could slide off her shoulders, he bit at the lace, pulling it off. His tongue curled around her rosy nipple, taking the soft breast into his mouth.

The other breast fell into his palm.

Cheng Wanyue’s breathing grew heavier, her voice changing pitch. The alcohol lingering in his mouth seemed to seep into her skin through his wet, hot saliva, making her slightly warm.

She grabbed his short hair, pushing him away with a bit of force, the hazy desire in her eyes not yet faded.

Cheng Wanyue knew he was drunk. “When I called and told you I was sick, why didn’t you come see me?”

Qing Hang leaned into the crook of her neck. The hand covering her chest dropped, first touching her pinky finger, then wrapping around the back of her hand, slowly gripping it.

His voice was low, “You were lying to me.”

Fine, light kisses fell on her skin. Cheng Wanyue looked dazed, only coming back to her senses when he bit her hard enough to hurt.

If they didn’t shower soon, he might fall asleep holding her like this.

This was Cheng Wanyue’s first time taking care of a drunk person. She was inexperienced and barely managed to get Qing Hang into bed. Too exhausted to dress him, she didn’t dress herself either.

She thought Qing Hang was sound asleep, but he opened his eyes. They shared one pillow, lying very close.

“Cheng Wanyue.”

“Why did you reject me?”

“You thief, you stole our eight years.”

She had no answer.

The same moon looks different every day.

…

In the morning, Qing Hang woke up on time to make breakfast for Cheng Wanyue, without even needing an alarm clock. Getting up early wasn’t a hardship for him.

After calling her twice, she only rolled over, showing no intention of getting up.

Qing Hang sat on the edge of the bed for a while, his hand sliding from her ankle into the covers. She was ticklish and instinctively curled inward, but he pulled her out from under the blanket.

She kicked at him, but he gripped her ankle and kissed it. When she tried to break free, he pushed her legs higher.

Her body awakened before her consciousness. Cheng Wanyue’s neck arched up and then fell back, a hoarse moan escaping her throat. The tip of him ground against a raised spot, the pleasure coming too intensely. Every nerve was trembling, the sheets crumpled in her grip.

“Don’t be so loud.”

“I will if I want to.”

Qing Hang lowered his head to kiss her tear-wet eyes, but each thrust was deeper than the last. “I can’t be late.”

“Then hurry up,” Cheng Wanyue bit him vengefully.

Her sensitive passage, excessively invaded, began to contract wildly. Her lost expression aroused a sadistic urge in Qing Hang. He became increasingly fierce, breaking her voice into fragments.

She struggled to escape, yet was pulled down by desire. In just a few minutes, she reached her climax, sobbing.

He kissed her, breathing heavily, “Who was quick?”

Even with her consciousness scattered, Cheng Wanyue felt somewhat embarrassed. “If you’re so capable, don’t finish.”

Time was short, so Qing Hang didn’t deliberately hold back.

They had awakened fresh and clean, but after lovemaking, they were covered in sweat. His abnormal heartbeat slowly steadied. His kisses became much gentler as he smoothed her disheveled hair and massaged her sore waist.

She was hungry and asked drowsily what they would have for breakfast.

He seemed to glimpse the future.