He initially just intended to press his lips onto Shen Yue's lips with all seriousness and purity.
He would only purse his lips and rub against hers when he truly couldn't help himself.
Her already bright red lips were made even more tender and crimson by his ministrations, as if they were fresh blood.
His hands clenched uncontrollably, holding her tightly in his embrace.
The scorching breath felt as though it could burn, his heart pounded furiously, no longer seeming to belong to him.
From merely pursing and rubbing at first, he later became unsatisfied and, as if self-taught, explored deeper within.
Inside, it was even more fragrant, wetter, and more intoxicating.
Chang Sheng felt a tremor run through his entire body, a tingling sensation spreading from his spine to his scalp, the veins on his neck bulging.
...
Chang Sheng carried Shen Yue to the bed. Her face, usually pale to the point of being sickly, was flushed. Her earlobes were engorged and full, her lips a bruised red. She lay on the bed, curled on her side, her dark hair obscuring her face. Her flushed cheeks and elegantly furrowed brows were tightly knit, as if trapped in a nightmare.
A long, slender, and fair finger slowly smoothed the frown between her brows.
The person on the bed remained restless, her head shaking slightly.
"...Medicine...medicine..."
Faintly, Chang Sheng heard the word "medicine."
His fingers paused slightly. His thin lips pressed against her earlobe, which was as red as dripping blood, pecking it gently, then again.
He sighed in a low voice, "If you desire it, I shall give it."
Within his family, there was a rule: if one kissed a maiden, they must marry her and take her as their wife. Otherwise, it would be considered irresponsible towards the maiden, and such people were often despised.
He had not only kissed Shen Yue, but he had also touched her...
Her earlobes were slowly turning completely red.
Now, in his heart, Shen Yue was already his wife. Since that was the case, he ought to give her his all.
Chang Sheng also took off his shoes and socks and climbed onto the bed. The moment he touched Shen Yue's cold hand, he eagerly entwined himself with her.
His body temperature was always scorching hot, unafraid of the cold. He propped himself up, lowering his head. His black hair fell forward. Then, he kissed the redness on Shen Yue's face.
He acted with restrained clumsiness, yet due to overwhelming excitement, he involuntarily increased his pressure.
—
A ray of clear sunlight shone in. Fresh, fragrant air drifted in. A pale pink flower petal swirled down, landing on the already cooled tea water, creating ripples.
The two people on the bed were still sleeping soundly. One of the man's hands was still tightly around the woman's waist, like a large cat, his head buried in the crook of her neck, breathing steadily.
They slept embraced, as intimate as lovers.
His embrace was so warm that even though Shen Yue's body was cold, after being held for a long time, she felt a faint warmth.
Unconsciously, she tried to pry away the man's hand that was tightly grasping her waist.
"...Hm?" With a displeased low hum, Chang Sheng shifted slightly, his eyes closed, and instead pulled the person in his arms even tighter. His lips then rubbed against Shen Yue's neck twice, reddening that small patch of skin.
Shen Yue had not yet regained consciousness, only feeling as if she were entangled by an octopus. She uncomfortably shifted her position, unconsciously trying to distance herself from the force restraining her body so she could sleep more comfortably.
It was too tight, too hot, and her neck felt too ticklish, like being stroked by feathers.
Her retreat clearly made Chang Sheng instinctively displeased. He let out a low hum, still not opening his eyes. However, his long leg decisively pressed entirely onto Shen Yue's body, completely binding her within his embrace, leaving no space at all.
It would be strange if Shen Yue didn't wake up now. She groggily opened her eyes, then closed them again due to the glaring light. After a moment, she slowly lifted her eyelids.
She blinked confusedly. Her nose caught a faint medicinal scent, and Shen Yue immediately recognized who it was.
She closed her eyes again. Shen Yue tried hard to recall yesterday's events, mentally chiding herself.
Shen Yue had no confidence in her own behavior: [I didn't do anything less than beastly, did I?]
The system numbly thought of lighting a cigarette: [What do you think?]
Shen Yue scratched her ears: [Perhaps, should have, not have.]
System: [Heh.]
It had never seen such a shameless person with no self-awareness.
The system cruelly shattered her fantasy: [You were drunk yesterday, then you two hugged, kissed, and slept together. You did everything you should and shouldn't have done.]
Shen Yue, mortified, squeezed her eyes shut. She hadn't expected herself to be so unrestrained when drunk. She had been normal before, just falling asleep when drunk, and never doing such insane things!
How! How did it turn out like this?
The system spoke with a sense of weariness: [Fortunately, Chang Sheng isn't familiar with the original host. Otherwise, your character would be ruined, and we'd have to start over.]
Shen Yue covered her face, so ashamed she wished she could burrow into the ground and bury herself.
#Can die, but cannot be socially dead#
The moment Chang Sheng opened his eyes, he saw her reddened earlobes. A trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He tightened his arm and said in a low, husky voice, "You're awake."
Shen Yue remained silent, only burrowing further into the quilt, only to be pulled out by Chang Sheng.
The two were very close, their shoulders touching.
"Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
Shen Yue's ears burned bright red, and she shook her head vigorously. Her beautiful eyes widened, the implication of trying to hide being extremely obvious, yet her face maintained a serious expression.
Shen Yue, like this, was so endearing that it melted one's heart. Chang Sheng stroked her scalding hot ear tips, cupped her chin, and said in a low voice, "You do remember, don't you?"
I really don't remember! I really don't remember!
Shen Yue had the trait of a slut: as long as she drank alcohol, she was guaranteed to black out the next day, remembering nothing.
But the system's words were enough for her to imagine many unspeakable things. She felt she wasn't that desperate, that she wouldn't kiss and hug someone after getting drunk, but the system had no reason to lie to her.
Shen Yue felt extremely guilty and lacked confidence. She blinked rapidly, saying helplessly, "I don't remember."
Chang Sheng didn't know if he believed her or not. He cupped the back of Shen Yue's head, forcing her closer to him. His chest heaved unevenly as he looked directly into her eyes, "You really don't remember anything? Please don't lie to me, okay?"
Chang Sheng paused, then continued, "...If you tell the truth, I will give you the Resurrection Elixir."
This unexpected bonus stunned Shen Yue's mind. She stared blankly, her expression bewildered. She hadn't expected Chang Sheng to agree so readily all of a sudden.