Chapter 139: Chapter 34: Drunken Beauty

Fortunately, Zhang Yan’s "appetite" had been thoroughly satisfied lately, so his resistance to this sort of temptation was quite strong. He maintained a consistent workout routine, and compared to the general sub-optimal health of the average person nowadays, he was rather robust. Since Zhu Qing’an wasn’t completely dead drunk, helping her out the door was no problem.

However, this meant she was basically hanging off of him. A few "accidental" intimate touches and some "unavoidable" rubbing were naturally inevitable.

He analyzed in his head, "Judging by the feel, she must also be a D-Class powerhouse. Her waist can’t compare to Yuebao or Xia Xiqing, but it’s about the same as Xiaoyan’s. Her curves are quite plump and a bit soft. One touch and you can tell she doesn’t exercise much."

The two stumbled outside, pressed together as if they were one person.

He thought, "What dirty, despicable tricks. I should call the cops and have you locked up!"

Just before walking out the door, Zhang Yan shot a glare at the waiter with the dark expression. He felt a lingering sense of unease.

He helped Zhu Qing’an into the car first and adjusted her clothes to cover up her slightly exposed skin. He then fell deep into thought, pondering a very serious question: Should he get a hotel room, get a hotel room, or get a hotel room?

Suddenly, as if experiencing a momentary flash of lucidity, the dead-drunk Zhu Qing’an mumbled a string of addresses. She repeated it a few times before muttering incoherently and falling back asleep.

Zhang Yan figured that must be her home. Without agonizing over it any further, he immediately changed their destination. After all, even if they really did go to a hotel, it would just be to give her a place to sleep. Zhang Yan never touched unconscious women.

When they arrived, he saw it was a fairly high-end residential complex. While it couldn’t compare to Cuiquan Spring where Xia Xiqing lived, it was still very nice. Not knowing if she lived with her parents, Zhang Yan dug her keys out of her bag and decided to head upstairs to check first. Otherwise, showing up at someone’s door holding their unconscious daughter would be more than a little awkward.

Good news: she lived alone.

He quickly returned downstairs and scooped Zhu Qing’an into his arms. "Ding, wait down here on standby. It might be a while before I come back."

"Understood, Boss."

After carrying Zhu Qing’an into her apartment, Zhang Yan finally had the mind to take a look at the place. It was a rather neat and tidy apartment; it was obvious that Zhu Qing’an was a highly disciplined person in her daily life. There weren’t many luxury goods around, but there was a significant amount of skincare and cosmetics. Of course, the most prominent items were the towering stacks of documents and professional books.

He laid her down on the bed in the master bedroom. Zhu Qing’an let out a soft groan and rolled over on her own.

Looking at this stunning beauty who seemed completely defenseless, Zhang Yan was, after all, a normal man. It was impossible to say he didn’t harbor any impulsive thoughts. However, rationality ultimately reined him in before he could step over the edge. He didn’t want to spend his best years locked in a tiny cell, operating a sewing machine next to some disgraced pop star.

"Sister An, I don’t know if you’re conscious or if you can hear me," he announced out loud, "but I’m just going to simply take your jacket off for you. I’m not going to do anything bad."

Zhu Qing’an didn’t react at all. Having issued his cosmic safety declaration, Zhang Yan didn’t wait any longer. He gently adjusted her so she was lying flat on her back with her arms and legs slightly spread. Catching a glimpse of a certain jiggling area and her red lips, which she repeatedly licked from thirst, left him feeling a bit parched.

He calmed himself down, reached out with steady hands, and began unbuttoning her blouse. The first button was a struggle, the second practically popped open on its own, and the third was a breeze...

He took a few seconds to admire what sprang into view. "So you like wearing this kind of style," he murmured. "If there’s a chance in the future, I could definitely gift you a few similar sets from La Perla."

Having undone her top armor, he could see her smooth, flat stomach rising and falling with each breath. Her cute little navel seemed to be inviting his touch. He stole a few more glances before reaching out to roll her over and pull off the white blouse.

Her pencil skirt had a zipper on the back. With a soft ZIP, it was as if another mysterious treasure had been unlocked.

"Sure enough, it’s a matching set with the top," he noted. "Pretty sexy design."

They say lingerie reflects a girl’s truest inner desires. Zhang Yan didn’t know if that was true. His sample size was still "too small"; he needed to continue his research.

Her black pantyhose were the tight, full-length kind. Sleeping in something so constricting would definitely be uncomfortable, so Zhang Yan considerately decided to help her take them off as well. The black fabric peeled away inch by inch, revealing fair, flawless skin inch by inch. Occasionally, her legs would twitch unconsciously, and a few soft murmurs would slip from her lips.

The sharp contrast in colors was incredibly stimulating to the senses. Zhang Yan didn’t dare look any longer, mostly afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He went to the bathroom, soaked a towel in warm water, and gave her a simple sponge bath. Of course, there were bound to be some accidental brushes and touches during the process. That was unavoidable.

Zhang Yan’s earlier assessment was spot on: Zhu Qing’an was definitely the type who lacked exercise. Her curves were incredibly soft to the touch. She felt almost like water—pliant and yielding. The flesh of her thighs, in particular, was so squeezable that it was hard to let go. But Zhang Yan had to state for the record: this wasn’t the reason he had suddenly transformed into a sweetheart and taken such meticulous care of her.

Finally, he covered her with a thin summer quilt, poured a glass of water, and set it on the nightstand. Only then did Zhang Yan slowly back out of her room.

"I’m exhausted," he grumbled. "Good thing I collected plenty of interest. This wasn’t a total loss."

With a soft CLICK, Zhu Qing’an was left alone in her apartment. Everything returned to a peaceful silence.

In the darkness, a pair of bright eyes suddenly snapped open. Though they held a hint of haziness, they looked nothing like someone who was dead drunk! Zhu Qing’an struggled to sit up. She gently pressed her temples, then wobbled over to her vanity to start removing her makeup.

She had been completely lucid the entire time. Her earlier display was just an act to see exactly what kind of choice Zhang Yan would make in that situation. But the reason her performance was so convincing was that she wasn’t entirely faking it. She genuinely had a constitution where a single glass of alcohol could get her drunk.

When she turned eighteen, her father had tested her alcohol tolerance, and she learned back then that her limit was practically zero. However, her version of being drunk was different from most people’s. Hers was a kind of "sober intoxication."

When drunk, she became more emotional, impulsive, and bold than usual. Her head would spin, and she would do things completely out of character, but in reality, she remained completely rational the whole time. If she were actually subjected to any kind of assault in that state, she was fully capable of resisting and reacting exactly like a sober woman would.

In the vanity mirror, her rosy lips curled up into an unconscious smile, revealing her truest inner feelings. She had silently felt every single one of Zhang Yan’s actions along the way. The facts proved that Zhang Yan was indeed very "interested" in her; she absolutely held an attraction for him.

Yet, Zhang Yan was able to fully restrain himself. He maintained his boundaries at all times and never crossed the line. This highlighted his excellent demeanor and character.

She had also clearly heard Zhang Yan’s evasive answer earlier regarding whether he had a girlfriend. In her eyes, Zhang Yan probably had one or even several intimate female companions or girlfriends, but the one he would marry and commit to for life hadn’t appeared yet.

Given the excellence Zhang Yan had displayed so far, this was a very understandable phenomenon. After all, she was someone who had truly seen the world with her eyes wide open. At most, it just proved that Zhang Yan was a bit of a playboy. But men were all more or less the same—none of them were much better.

However, if Zhang Yan truly wanted to establish a serious relationship with her, she would absolutely make him cut ties with all his past flings. That was her bottom line.

At least, that was her bottom line for now.

All in all, everything Zhang Yan had shown so far left Zhu Qing’an extremely satisfied. She was more than willing to try building an emotional connection with him.

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