CHAPTER 105: CHAPTER 105 ALMOST COULDN’T HOLD BACK

Jiang Jingheng seemed quite drunk, leaning entirely on Song Cheng’an.

Mu Yan saw this, and immediately ran over.

She glanced at Jiang Jingheng and asked, "Why did he drink so much?"

"Probably in a bad mood."

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, a bad mood? Wasn’t he fine during the day?

She suddenly recalled something he said over the phone.

Song Cheng’an was struggling to support him alone and said, "Come on, help me out here."

"Okay." Mu Yan returned to her senses and held onto Jiang Jingheng.

Immediately, a faint scent of alcohol wafted up to her nose.

She frowned slightly and, with Song Cheng’an, supported him from both sides as they walked him to the door.

Fortunately, Song Cheng’an was bearing most of the weight, so Mu Yan didn’t feel overly strained.

The master bedroom door was opened; Mu Yan fumbled around for a bit before finding the light switch.

Song Cheng’an brought him in and dropped him onto the bed.

He raised his sleeve to wipe away some sweat, sighing lightly.

Mu Yan immediately said, "I’ll get you some water."

"No need, just take care of him. I’ll be leaving now."

"Then I’ll see you off." Mu Yan followed him out.

After seeing him off, Mu Yan closed the door and returned upstairs.

Entering the master bedroom, she found Jiang Jingheng still in the same position, deeply asleep.

She bent down to take off his shoes and put his legs on the bed.

Just as she was about to pull up the covers for him, she noticed he was still wearing his suit.

Sleeping like this must be uncomfortable, so she stepped forward to help him take it off.

Her hand landed on his collar, and her gaze accidentally fell on his face.

His features were delicate, with gentle contours, and his skin was as fair as porcelain; he was probably the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, his thin lips were a rosy red, giving off a somewhat decadent allure against his pale skin, incredibly enticing.

Staring at him for a while, Mu Yan suddenly snapped back to reality, feeling deeply embarrassed within herself.

What was she thinking!

With him lying down like this, it was hard to take off his suit, so she simply propped him up to sit.

Though he looked thin, he was actually quite heavy.

It indeed seemed like the phrase "looks slim in clothes, muscular without" applied.

She couldn’t help but recall the scene she saw in the hotel room that morning. Did he have six or eight abs?

Her gaze suddenly fell to his abdomen and quickly darted away.

Oh God, what was she imagining!

She composed herself and helped him take off the suit, throwing it aside and then laying him back down.

Just as she was about to cover him with the blanket, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and with a pull, she lost her balance, falling onto him.

She found herself lying on top of him, face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye, even their lips...

If you ignored the few centimeters of space between them, it was practically zero distance.

He still had his eyes closed, deeply asleep, seemingly an unconscious act just now.

The faint scent of alcohol drifted from his breath, bringing a trace of ambiguity to the air.

Mu Yan’s eyes dodged around, but her sight involuntarily landed on his flawless skin and thick, black lashes like fans.

Those rosy lips looked so soft, seemingly waiting for someone to claim them.

She felt dizzy, as if she were drunk.

Her heart was beating rapidly, faster and faster, as if it wanted to jump out of her chest.

Suddenly, she struggled to get up, the uncontrolled feeling causing her some panic and unease.

Mu Yan seized the chance to break free from his arms, leapt off him, and turned to flee the room.

She had barely exited when she turned back, shut the light and the door, and ran back to her room.

As the door closed, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

In the hue of the night, those eyes were like bottomless black holes, deep and eerie.

He licked the corner of his lips, almost unable to resist.