Chapter 321 318. Pervert!
“Su Peng…”
“Hmm.”
“There’s a pretty girl!”
“……”
An Han was being carried in Su Peng’s arms in a princess carry. Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy from alcohol, her mind dizzy and unfocused—yet she was unusually restless. The first thing she noticed was the beautiful girl walking under the streetlight in the distance.
She looked at the beauty passing by under the streetlamp, while Su Peng lowered his head to look at her blushing little face.
“Not as pretty as you.”
“Liar~”
Yawning, An Han buried her face in Su Peng’s chest and mumbled drowsily, “So sleepy… going back.”
“Aren’t we already walking?”
Su Peng actually liked how adorably muddle-headed An Han looked when she was drunk, but alcohol wasn’t a good thing, so he simply enjoyed it quietly.
The last time An Han got drunk was at Long Xing’s birthday party.
But back then she was in decent shape and could still stand up. This time, however, her entire body was limp and she couldn’t walk at all. Her mind was also completely muddled—whatever came to mind simply slipped out of her mouth.
“I want to sleep.”
“Wait a bit. We’re almost home.”
Su Peng had pretty good stamina. An Han’s hundred-odd jin of weight wasn’t much pressure for him. The only problem was her alcohol-tinged breath constantly brushing against his neck, making his heart itch. Even though it was a winter night, he didn’t feel the cold at all.
They walked into the old residential complex and arrived at the door of An Han’s rented apartment. Tilting his body slightly, he barely managed to stretch the arm supporting the back of her head and enter the password on the smart lock.
224.
Su Peng suddenly raised his eyebrows.
So An Han had been using her Gregorian birthday as the password all along, yet he had never noticed.
Beep.
The door automatically popped open a crack. Su Peng hooked it open with the tip of his foot and walked inside.
The An Han in his arms was already making soft little snoring sounds—who knew whether she had fallen asleep or was just bored.
Su Peng walked straight into her room. Bending down, he carefully laid An Han flat in the center of the bed, then pulled the blanket over and wrapped her tightly from chin to toes.
“Good thing when you’re drunk you just sleep.”
He let out a sigh of relief, stretched lazily, helped remove An Han’s socks, and planned to wash up before returning to his own second bedroom to sleep.
Unfortunately, the way An Han showed concern for him sleeping on the sofa was by buying bedding and cleaning up the spare bedroom for him—rather than inviting him to sleep together.
Even though he probably wouldn’t dare accept if she did invite him, he still felt a bit regretful deep down.
Just as he turned around to leave, the corner of his coat was suddenly tugged.
The girl on the bed had her eyes wide open, but her gaze was unfocused and hazy. Her cheeks were tinged with an unusual rosy blush. Her lips parted slightly as she spoke in a weak voice:
“Su Peng… my hands are cold. Warm them…”
Su Peng could only sit at the edge of the bed and tuck her small hands into the pocket of his coat.
“Better now?”
An Han’s hands and feet were always ice-cold in winter—like soft, tender tofu just taken out of the fridge.
“Maybe you should sleep with socks and gloves on?”
“Warm my feet…”
But An Han suddenly stuck her feet out from the blanket. Curled up like a cooked shrimp, she stuffed both her hands and feet into Su Peng’s embrace.
Her feet pressed against his stomach, then restlessly lifted his sweater and slipped inside. Her icy feet pressed directly against the skin of his lower abdomen, making Su Peng’s face turn pale from the cold.
He had just begun to protest when soft snoring sounded in the next second.
“……”
Now he didn’t dare complain at all, afraid of waking her up and causing more trouble.
But he didn’t dare move either. Carefully and lightly, he lifted his legs onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard.
“I haven’t even given you your gift yet.”
He took a jewelry box out of his pocket, removed the necklace inside, and let his gaze wander over An Han’s neck.
“It actually suits you quite well.”
The necklace wasn’t very expensive. Su Peng had worried that if it were too costly, An Han would refuse it, so he spent nearly an entire afternoon wandering through the mall before picking a heart-shaped necklace he was fairly satisfied with.
“I’ll get you a more expensive one later. Just make do with this for now.”
As he murmured that, he carefully fastened the necklace around An Han’s neck.
The sleeping An Han was slightly disturbed. She shifted and mumbled, then suddenly turned into an octopus—wrapping both arms and legs around Su Peng.
Now Su Peng truly couldn’t move.
He stiffened, gently stroking An Han’s head resting against his chest, silently suffering.
Was she really asleep?
Or was she pretending and deliberately teasing him?
Su Peng suspiciously looked at her long, thick eyelashes. But her eyes remained tightly shut, completely motionless. Her breathing and heartbeat were steady.
If she was really asleep, how could it be such a coincidence that her thigh was pressing right against his little Su…
Thankfully, he hadn’t had time to take off An Han’s coat.
He could only pull the blanket over them both and lie there hopelessly staring at the ceiling.
Perhaps because An Han hadn’t fully finished developing yet, her body gave off a faint sweet scent mixed with a milky fragrance, stimulating his hormones like crazy.
Su Peng didn’t know where to put his hands or feet. His gaze unwillingly drifted over the “soup dumplings” beneath An Han’s coat and other sensitive areas before he finally sighed and obediently kept his hands to himself.
Touching her without permission or flirting first while she had no awareness… felt more like harassment.
So he only leaned down and kissed An Han’s soft, delicate cheek, then resigned himself to fighting against his body’s instincts.
“Good night.”
…
The next morning, the moment An Han opened her eyes, she was startled.
She instinctively held her breath. Listening to the steady, powerful heartbeat beside her ear, she slowly shifted her head—the chest she had been using as a pillow—and looked upward.
Su Peng’s stubble…
Why the hell am I sleeping with Su Peng?!
She was shocked and almost thought she had given herself away while drunk. But she quickly realized she was still fully dressed—even the zipper of her padded coat hadn’t been opened.
The small panic in her heart immediately vanished, but embarrassment quickly took its place, turning her cheeks crimson.
“…Actually pretty comfortable.”
Su Peng’s body was lean and firm. Though not as soft as a pillow, he constantly radiated warmth. Holding him felt like hugging a giant hot water bottle. On a southern winter morning without heating, it made her reluctant to leave.
Her hands and feet were finally warm as well, unlike usual when they were so cold that she either couldn’t fall asleep or couldn’t escape the blanket.
“Nice~”
“If he wasn’t grabbing my chest, it would be even nicer…”
Although it was only through her coat and she could barely feel anything, An Han still felt embarrassed and almost wanted to punch Su Peng awake.
Before becoming a girl, she had also been curious about girls’ chests. But now she could touch and squeeze them whenever she wanted, yet she never felt the sort of sensations often described in novels. Gradually, she lost interest completely.
“Pervert!”
She gritted her teeth and glared at the still-sleeping Su Peng.
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Although romance always involves some curiosity and longing for the opposite sex’s body… isn’t this described a bit too much?
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