Tang Ying was terrified that a momentary lapse of attention would reveal her entire front.
Her figure was graceful, her alabaster skin like nurtured jade. She was undoubtedly beautiful enough to be a cover model.
"If you don’t turn around, I won’t continue."
Tang Ying was barely able to stand. If not for her last shred of consciousness, she would have truly collapsed.
Chu Hao was speechless. "Fine," he said.
Chu Hao turned around. Tang Ying quickly composed herself and told him he could turn back.
Chu Hao kept a straight face. "Sister Mo, you can’t be serious. What are you doing just wearing a towel?"
Tang Ying huffed. "Aren’t you afraid of getting styes? I’m holding this towel for your own good. Now, hurry up and treat me."
"No way. Take off the towel. Do you have some secret? You can’t be like me, right? My god... you’re not a transsexual, are you?"
Tang Ying was furious. If she weren’t so drunk, she would have definitely kicked him. "Who’s like you?" she demanded. "Are you going to treat me or not?"
"Alright! Drink first."
Tang Mo felt like crying. Tonight, she finally understood she had dug her own grave.
"I’m not drinking anymore."
"You have to drink this."
He was just kidding. Brother Hao was burning with desire. If you don’t drink, how will I get my chance?
They drank more. But when Tang Mo was only halfway through her glass, she completely succumbed and tumbled forward.
Chu Hao caught her. Looking at the beauty in his arms, his heart pounded with excitement.
Chu Hao swallowed hard. "So beautiful," he murmured.
Tang Mo blushed. "Your hand... take it away," she said.
Chu Hao felt no embarrassment and held her close.
Tang Mo felt truly helpless. Chu Hao had seen everything this time. "This... don’t you dare tell anyone," she threatened, "or I’ll kill you."
Their eyes met. The air felt charged, and their hearts pounded violently.
Before they knew it, the alcohol had muddled Chu Hao’s mind, and Tang Mo was also growing hazy.
Yi Qinglian woke up groggily and shook Lin Xinyue. "Yue Yue, let’s go back to our room and sleep."
The two, still groggy, staggered to the door as if sleepwalking. As soon as they lay down on the bed, they were fast asleep.
Sunshine streamed in, accompanied by a scream.
Chu Hao jolted awake, startled.
The scene was... indescribable. Enough to make a horde of single men green with envy.
This scene feels so familiar.
Yi Qinglian was so angry she was crying, pointing at Chu Hao, unable to utter a word.
"Qinglian, listen to me! I didn’t do anything!" Chu Hao quickly explained.
Tang Mo and Lin Xinyue also woke up, their expressions changing drastically. Tang Mo looked ready to kill Chu Hao with a single palm strike.
"Blood!" Lin Xinyue shrieked.
On the bedsheet, a stark red stain. All four of them were completely stunned.
Chu Hao looked utterly baffled. "Whose... whose is it?" he stammered.
The three women were equally bewildered.
Tang Mo kicked Chu Hao. "Get out!"
Chu Hao felt incredibly awkward. If I don’t make a run for it now, when will I?
"Wait outside," Tang Mo said, her face grim. "If you dare run, you’re dead."
... Chu Hao thought, speechless.
The three women exchanged anxious glances. Tang Mo massaged her temples; she truly couldn’t recall what had happened. She had drunk far too much the night before.
"Sister Mo, I’ve never seen you drunk before. It can’t be yours, right?" Lin Xinyue said.
"I met my match," Tang Mo replied bitterly. "I got drunk last night too."
Yi Qinglian stared at the stain on the sheet. "How could this happen?" she murmured, dazed.
The three women felt like crying but had no tears. "You both check yourselves," Tang Mo said.
They all knew what she meant by "check." For now, it was the only thing they could do.
Chu Hao was depressed. Very depressed. He remembered drinking with Tang Mo until the very end last night. That red stain... it couldn’t be Tang Mo’s, could it?
But Chu Hao also hoped it was Yi Qinglian’s.
He tried hard to remember. Fragments of the night flickered dimly in his mind. It seemed Yi Qinglian had woken up and joined in, and Lin Xinyue too.
But! Why was there only one bloodstain? Why?
Damn it, my head hurts from thinking about it!
No matter whose it is, I’ll have to take responsibility, right?
The room door opened. Chu Hao looked at the three women; their faces were all expressionless.
Lin Xinyue quickly waved her hands. "It’s not me."
Chu Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
Yi Qinglian was blushing profusely. Seeing her, Chu Hao’s heart leaped. There’s hope!
"It’s... it’s not me either."
Chu Hao froze for a moment, then turned his gaze to Tang Mo. It must be you, then.
But Tang Mo huffed, "It’s not me either."
... Chu Hao was dumbfounded.
This has turned into a suspense thriller! Are you kidding me? If it’s not any of you, could it be mine?
"Stop kidding around. Whose is it, really?" Chu Hao demanded, his face dark.
"It’s really not any of us," the three women said in unison.
Chu Hao’s face was grim. "If it’s not you, then is it mine?"
It has to be one of them. Are they just too embarrassed to admit it? That would make sense, girls being girls.
Lin Xinyue said awkwardly, "I just realized, it must be my sanitary pad that fell off. So, the blood isn’t from any of us."
Chu Hao was dumbstruck.
What kind of ridiculous excuse is that?
Aren’t you indirectly saying I couldn’t perform?
Chu Hao nearly suffered an internal injury from the sheer audacity of that excuse. This was too much of a blow to his ego!