“Mm-hehe, Gu Fan~”
The scene before my eyes seemed to be covered by a thick layer of gauze, turning blurry and indistinct. Only from the clustered patches of color could I barely make out the outlines.
More importantly, my head was already dazed. Half-asleep and half-awake, my body and consciousness felt as if they had been separated.
My movements were driven purely by instinct. Even though a tiny part of me realized that what I was doing wasn’t proper, my body still acted on its own, leaning forward without permission.
“Gu Fan~ can you let me kiss you…”
I didn’t know why such words slipped out of my mouth, but with the bit of reason I had left, I still tried to keep my voice down.
Gu Fan held me, almost limp against him. I could clearly smell the faint grassy scent of his shower gel, mixed with the rich aroma of the cocktails.
Mmm… the drunkenness felt stronger… but I honestly followed my heart. My subconscious and conscious thoughts aligned, and I obediently nestled into Gu Fan’s embrace, drinking in his unique scent.
“Zhi Nian, you’re drunk. Let me take you home.”
Gu Fan’s voice was very clear, like a gentle breeze brushing into my mind. Slowly, I realized that he was speaking right next to my cat ears.
“Go home…? No… I don’t want to… I don’t want to be separated from Gu Fan.”
As I said those words, my hazy consciousness jolted awake a little, eagerly sending a signal to my body in support of them.
With teary eyes, I stared at Gu Fan. Through my blurred vision, I struggled to lock eyes with him…
I glanced once more, then drowsily buried my head into his chest.
…Alright… I hadn’t rested the entire day, and in the afternoon I’d gone through several emotional upheavals. My energy was completely drained, and my body had reached its limit.
Being warmly held in the arms of the person I liked, my nose filled with his scent—
For me, who always bristled with sharp defenses outside my own room, this felt even more comforting than lying in my own bed. The sense of safety wrapped around me like soft, fluffy cotton.
“If you’re really sleepy, then just sleep. I’ll send you back safely.”
The voice came so close to my ear, yet it felt so light and gentle.
I couldn’t tell whether those words truly came from Gu Fan or were something I just imagined myself.
But unwilling to miss even the slightest possibility, I stubbornly forced my last bit of consciousness to stay awake, and grabbed onto the collar of Gu Fan’s shirt near his collarbone.
“…I want to sleep together with Gu Fan…?”
Carried by the heavy drowsiness, I spoke aloud the words that had been buried deep in my heart.
As for the shyness and nervousness that should have followed, they were all suppressed by the sleepiness brought on by alcohol.
“Chirp~” “Chirp~”
The crisp chirping of birds echoed in a dream woven from mist. My brain, having recovered enough energy, seized upon this moment and slowly woke up.
What appeared before my eyes was a white ceiling—
But hanging from it were some exquisite lamps, distinctly different from the furnishings of my own room.
Where… am I?
I was awake, yes, but the lingering aftereffects of yesterday’s drunkenness had not fully faded. My head throbbed faintly with pain.
Ugh… if I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have drunk the whole bottle of cocktail.
I really have no self-awareness—my alcohol tolerance is clearly so bad.
Replaying what happened last night, it seems that before I passed out, I was being held in Gu Fan’s arms? He said he would send me home.
Looking around, my gaze finally stopped on the boy who was sleeping soundly on the sofa.
Since this isn’t my room… then it can only be his.
Gu Fan’s hands were folded neatly on his stomach.
Even though the sofa was a bit narrow, his sleeping posture was still very elegant—At least far more elegant than me, who always kicked the blanket down to the bottom of the bed.
Although I was the only one awake in the room, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of inferiority. In a hurry, I quietly and lightly climbed down from the bed.
The shawl I had worn last night was draped on the nightstand, and the tight sweater had been loosened a little by someone. I didn’t know whether it was me fiddling with it drunkenly, or Gu Fan helping me.
I silently checked over my body without making a sound, confirming that Gu Fan hadn’t taken advantage of me while I was drunk.
Puffing up my cheeks, I felt a little disappointed.
I wasn’t exactly against that kind of thing.
Traditional moral values couldn’t restrain me—If not for considering Gu Fan’s feelings, I probably would have already forced him down long ago.
The moment I thought of this, my once slightly dejected mood suddenly jolted awake, and my cat ears perked up with energy.
That’s right…
Isn’t Gu Fan completely defenseless right now?
Realizing that I could do some unspeakable “bad things” to him, I almost burst into laughter from happiness.
In the end, I managed to hold it in, but my facial expression had already completely collapsed.
Greedily staring at the sleeping Gu Fan, I tiptoed to the door and locked it from the inside. Then I slowly walked back to the sofa, knelt down, and began admiring his sleeping face.
Hehe… so obedient… When Gu Fan is asleep, he looks completely different from usual.
The emotions in his heart are faithfully reflected on his face, without those perfunctory, templated expressions he usually wears.
As I kept staring, my gaze unconsciously drifted downward—from his cheeks, past his Adam’s apple, to his well-trained, taut chest and abdomen, and further down to the spot where the blanket rose in a mound.
I swallowed hard, my trembling fingers hooked the edge of his small blanket, and I gently lifted it to peek at the scene inside.
Mmm… mmm… it really does look kind of spectacular…
Not long ago, in order to gain some necessary knowledge about being a woman, I had crammed through a lot of information online.
During that time, I accidentally came across some strange comments from girls. They were so intense that I remembered them very clearly.
Now that I’m seeing this scene with my own eyes, I have to admit… knowing that this thing in front of me belongs to the person I deeply love fills me with a feeling that’s hard to describe.
It’s complicated, but definitely leaning toward positive emotions.
I stared for a very long time. Only when my fingers grew tired from holding the same position did I come back to my senses, realizing that my breathing had grown heavy and that my body was unconsciously leaning closer.
My heart felt like it was suddenly yanked up high and then slammed down again. I frowned, trying to steady my breathing, and forced myself to step back.
No… not now.
I really do want to sink into this abyss of desire with Gu Fan. But the circumstances right now don’t allow me to do so.
Although Gu Fan is asleep, he could very likely be woken up by any big movements.
And besides, Aunt Gu might still be in the living room, or somewhere else inside this house.
If there were absolutely no one within a thousand meters of us, and Gu Fan were to fall into a fairy-tale-like slumber—one where he couldn’t be awakened—only then might I truly be able to follow my heart, to do the things I love to do…