Chapter 1625: Chapter 1625: Unconditional Satisfaction
Moreover, thinking of her current situation.
His constraints on her, his desire for control, treating her like a child were all things she couldn’t accept.
She wanted to leave.
Thinking of this, Yiyi bit her lip, looked up: "I can’t sleep, I want to have a drink."
Ling Kong’s breath caught, his head lowered, seeing her gaze at him with eyes shimmering and bright.
That girl actually suggested drinking, did she even understand this carried suggestive implications? In the dead of night, a man and a woman alone, and she was inviting him to drink—it was clearly tempting him to commit a crime.
But seeing her clear and innocent eyes, he could only sigh, guessing she just genuinely wanted to drink, that simple.
After all, she was always straightforward, never sugarcoating her words, even with him.
Probably just wanted a drink to sleep better.
"Alright, but don’t drink too much."
He always indulged her requests unconditionally.
The two of them came to the small bar in the room, and Ling Kong even mixed her a cocktail with a relatively low alcohol content.
Yiyi deliberately kept pouring him drink after drink, while tonight Brother Ling Kong seemed to be in an especially good mood, his beautiful eyes bright as stars, always smiling at her, accepting drink after drink.
No matter how great one’s drinking capacity, no one could withstand her constant pouring.
Two hours later, his face was flushed, eyes dreamy, dizzy with drunkenness, unable to sit up straight.
His tall, perfect body lazily leaning against the sofa, like a pure drunken beauty, his usually calm and deep eyes now tinged with allure, no longer so mature and composed, but possessing a childlike simplicity and charm, like an endless entwining vine, pulling people into the abyss of his soul.
Yiyi’s breath caught, her eyes dazed, seeing him in this drunken state, she couldn’t look away.
Because normally when with Brother Ling Kong, she never looked at his face so closely, as his gaze and aura were too strong, looking at him always made her afraid to gaze at him for too long.
This was the first time she so seriously and thoroughly studied his grown-up face.
She couldn’t help but walk over, half-kneeling in front of the sofa, examining his quiet face, drunkenly squinting eyes, his long eyelashes dense and jet-black.
Her fingertip touched them, it was quite fun, but a little afraid of waking him, she quickly pulled back.
Seeing him motionless, he seemed truly passed out drunk.
She then boldly stretched her hand, caressing his sculpted, handsome face, fingertips trailing down from his forehead, along the lines, reaching his proud nose, then sliding to his thin and passionate lips.
Just as she was about to feel those lips, suddenly feeling a movement beneath her fingertips, his lips immediately captured her fingertips.
"That year, you were also this mischievous, and took my first kiss." A husky, drunken voice accompanied by the man on the sofa’s half-open eyelids, lips bearing a reminiscent, sweet smile.
Yiyi was shocked, not expecting he was not completely dead drunk.
Yet her mind was confused, when did she ever take his first kiss?
While she was puzzled, she felt his arm rise, hooking around her neck, pulling her forcefully, she collapsed onto him, and his warm lips tainted with the fragrance of wine, met hers.
Yiyi turned pale with shock, trying to push him away, but he held her tightly, his lips fervent as fire passionately entwining hers.
