Finally, Zoe Zhao managed to unzip Ian Song’s pants. Ian was so desperate that he didn’t even wait for Zoe to leave; he yanked down his underwear, aimed his "little Yan" at the toilet, and started peeing.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!"
The sound of water splashing echoed in Zoe’s ears. Unable to resist her curiosity, she glanced at the thing responsible for the stream.
"Ugh! So ugly!"
After cursing, Zoe realized how inappropriate she was being and quickly turned her head away, refusing to look again. Yet, somehow, that ugly thing stubbornly lingered in her mind.
After a while, the sound of water stopped. Zoe asked, "Ian, are you done?"
"Y-Yeah... I'm done."
Zoe turned her head and saw Ian grinning foolishly at her. But when her gaze dropped lower, she noticed he still hadn’t put that thing away.
"Ah! You exhibitionist!"
Zoe shrieked and punched Ian right in the face.
Ian’s body toppled backward at once. There was no carpet in the bathroom, so if he hit the ground, he could easily hurt his head. Thinking of this, Zoe quickly reached out to grab Ian’s hand. But Ian’s hand was heavy and, caught off guard, she was pulled down toward the floor. Suddenly, she realized his hand was wet.
It was urine—he’d gotten it on his hand.
For a moment, Zoe was so grossed out that she instinctively let go of Ian’s hand. But then, worried he’d hit his head, she reached out again to grab him. Just then, her foot slipped—she’d had a few drinks herself, not enough to be drunk, but enough to lose her balance. Screaming, she lost control and fell toward Ian lying on the floor, though she consoled herself that at least there was something to break her fall.
Bang!
Ian hit the floor first with a muffled groan, but thanks to Zoe tugging him, the impact wasn’t too bad.
Suddenly, the sound of snoring filled the air. Zoe turned to look and found that Ian was already sprawled out on the floor, fast asleep. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration...
"Mmm!"
Ian struggled to open his eyes, his head heavy and his whole body aching. The feeling of being drunk was miserable—he swore never to get that wasted again!
But just then, he realized someone was standing by his bed.
He looked closely—wasn’t it Zoe? But why did she look so angry?
"Zoe, why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything to offend you!"
"You didn’t offend me, huh!" At Ian’s words, Zoe felt both furious and wronged.
"Zoe, we’re close, but you can’t just accuse me of things out of nowhere!" Ian said, rubbing his aching head.
"Ian Song, I’m going to kill you!"
Without warning, Zoe shouted and lunged at Ian, grabbing him and clamping both hands around his neck.
"Cough—cough—Zoe, let go—let go!"
"You jerk! How dare you treat me like that? I’ll kill you!"
"Zoe... I can’t... breathe, let go!" Ian felt Zoe’s grip getting tighter; he was almost unable to breathe.
"Jerk, I’ll kill you!" Zoe’s face was full of rage, showing no intention of letting go. Ian was already on the verge of suffocation, his vision darkening from lack of oxygen. If he wasn’t worried about hurting Zoe, he would’ve used his true energy to break free long ago.
"Zoe Zhao... let go of me, or else I... won’t be polite!"
Zoe had originally planned to let go of Ian, but his threatening words made her change her mind.
The suffocation grew worse. Ian knew that if Zoe didn’t release him soon, she might actually choke him out. So, with a thought, he sent his true yuan from his dantian to his neck, neutralizing the force of Zoe’s grip. At the same time, he reached up with both hands to push the furious Zoe away.
But as soon as his hands touched Zoe, he realized he’d pushed the wrong spot—his hands landed somewhere unexpectedly soft.
Zoe’s chest was grabbed by both of Ian’s hands. Instantly, she felt a tingling numbness all over, as if all her strength had drained away. Her face turned bright red, unsure whether from shyness or anger.
"Let... let go of me!"
"Sorry, Zoe, I didn’t mean to!" Ian hurriedly let go of her chest.
But just then, with her strength gone, Zoe collapsed right on top of Ian—and, perfectly by accident, her lips landed squarely on his.
Lips pressed together, eyes wide, the two stared at each other in shock.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Ian felt an incredible softness on his lips, with a faint sweet scent.
"Ah!"
Ian let out a miserable scream and quickly pushed Zoe away. The sharp pain in his tongue instantly extinguished any heat he’d felt, and he tasted blood in his mouth. Glaring at Zoe in confusion and anger, he demanded, "Why did you bite me?"
As soon as he spoke, Ian realized his voice was muffled and unclear—she’d bitten him pretty hard.