Ning Ge sat down next to Song Jiaying, snatched the bottle of alcohol from her hand, and directly asked the bartender for an empty glass, filling it himself.
Song Jiaying was caught off guard when her bottle was seized. She looked over, squinting her eyes, "Well, who do we have here?"
"What are you doing here?" Ning Ge asked, his face darkening, as he noted her flushed cheeks, adding a more vibrant allure than usual.
He had just seen two guys about to approach her, but he had beaten them to it.
"Fourth Young Master Ning, that’s a funny question. Why co to a bar if not to drink? What else would one do?" Song Jiaying laughed alluringly.
Glancing at his watch, Ning Ge said, "It’s almost midnight."
"So what?" Song Jiaying took back the bottle from his hand, poured herself a drink, and said, "Since you’re here, want to drink together?"
"I’m taking you ho!" Ning Ge answered, sidestepping the invitation.
Song Jiaying smirked at him, "Didn’t expect Fourth Young Master to be a goody two-shoes, needing to head ho by midnight. Could it be that you’re Cinderella? Let see, where’s the glass slipper?"
Feigning curiosity, she glanced down at his feet.
Damn, is she tipsy?
Ning Ge cursed inwardly, then looked at the bottle; it was only half-gone, but it was whiskey, and strong too!
"Doctor Song, stop fooling around drunk, co with !" Ning Ge reached to pull her.
Song Jiaying flicked his hand away, "Go where? Such a fine night, let’s drink. Or are you scared? Chickening out? This doesn’t seem like the Ning Fourth Young Master I know."
You aren’t the icy figure I rember either, are you?
Ning Ge rolled his eyes inwardly.
"Drinking or not?" Song Jiaying lifted her glass, looking provocatively at him.
Provoked, Ning Ge’s temper flared up, "Drink? Sure, who’s afraid of whom."
In the end, one glass after another, in just an hour, they downed two bottles and were both dizzy.
Ning Ge barely retained a shred of rationality and clarity, while Song Jiaying seed entirely transford, swaying unsteadily in her chair, gazing at Ning Ge, her eyes glistening, exceedingly alluring.
Ning Ge felt his whole body heat up, swallowed, and said, "I’m taking you ho!"
He hoisted Song Jiaying up, staggering out the door.
Song Jiaying leaned against him entirely, her soft chest brushing against him, making Ning Ge feel even hotter.
He tried to push her away, but she stumbled and fell onto him, kissing him.
Ning Ge’s eyes widened in shock.
Soone whistled, and he pushed Song Jiaying away, turned to see Zhou Jun, let out an alcoholic hiccup, and waved, "Get us out of here." He really couldn’t manage anymore.
Zhou Jun acknowledged with a holler and got a lackey to pull both of them to the Yanjing Hotel, booked them the best room, and bundled them onto the bed.
As he shut the door, Zhou Jun thought to himself, Brother Ning, your little brother has done you a favor, enjoy it!
Half-dazed, Ning Ge drank a bit too much tonight, then felt soone snuggling up.
Damn it, is this going to stop, or do they think I’m dead?
Ning Ge flipped over and pinned her down.
...
The next day, Ning Ge was slapped awake.
Groggily covering his face, he sat up. Opening his eyes, he was stunned to see Song Jiaying’s beautiful face right in front of him.
"Ning Ge, this isn’t over!" Song Jiaying slapped his forehead again, pulled the blanket around herself, and went into the bathroom. Before long, she dressed and left.
The bang of the slamming door, along with a chilly breeze, made Ning Ge glance at his bare body before he realized and exclaid, "Damn it, I’ve been slept with!"
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