Chapter 3, a woman like a vixen

She suddenly revealed that kind of smile, a smile that made me very uncomfortable, as if in her eyes, I had been completely seen through.

I nodded repeatedly, flustered as I searched for a few pieces of clothing

I leaned against the door with my clothes in hand, sighing. Such a woman is simply daring to the extreme, yet so charming and alluring, almost like... After thinking for a while, I finally came up with a word: vixen

She walked over to me, chuckled, and said, "What are you staring at?" She pulled me back to the living room and pushed me to sit on the sofa, casually taking a seat next to me

She seemed to notice my gaze, her face flushed, and she shrank back a little: "What are you thinking? You got drunk and vomited all over yourself, so of course I had to take off your clothes. My clothes got dirty because of you, I just borrowed your place to take a shower, I didn't expect you to wake up so early"

She watched my gaze sweep back and forth between herself and me, observing my changing complexion, which alternated between pale and flushed, while the smile in her eyes grew more pronounced

"Are you asking if you touched me last night?" she coldly asked me and the book.

I was momentarily stunned

I got up and lit a cigarette, walking barefoot around the room. After circling the kitchen, I found the water dispenser was empty, so I simply took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator

I sighed and said with a bitter smile, "I remember now, we drank together last night. But how did I end up bringing you home?"

Her face flushed, and she quickly pushed me away, stood up, and spat, "Pah, who said there is anything between us?"

I suddenly feel a bit irritated

The door opened by itself, and a girl in her pajamas walked out from inside. Her hair was damp and clung to her back, as if she had just taken a shower. Her delicate face was flushed with an enticing red, and a pair of alluring eyes gazed directly at me

After listening, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but deep down, I felt a subtle sense of disappointment

The girl does not speak, glancing at me sideways, yet her face is filled with a strange smile

Ancient people liked to describe girls' smiles using the phrase "the branches of flowers swaying in disarray"

I was taken aback for a moment and casually replied, "I am thirsty; there is no water at home..." Suddenly, I came to my senses and shouted at the figure, "Who are you? How did you get into my house?"

I saw her hesitate, feeling a sense of relief in my heart, yet I said, "What’s the matter? What are you doing in my house? The clothes on my body were taken off by you, right? And why are you wearing pajamas?" I looked at her alluring body faintly revealed beneath the pajamas. The pajamas belonged to Siqi, who is not particularly tall, and they are also a size medium. At this moment, they indeed appeared quite small on her. The garment draped over her seemed somewhat ill-fitting, tightly wrapping her fiery figure and accentuating her enticing curves. The cuffs and neckline, and most importantly, the noticeably short hemline, inadvertently revealed glimpses of spring. Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind: I wonder if she is wearing anything under her pajamas?

I turned on the television, sipping on some wine while contemplating the events of the day. Having skipped breakfast, the combination of an empty stomach and cold beer caused me to burp repeatedly

I整理了一下自己的情绪,眨了眨眼睛笑着问她:"I really can't remember, hetushu.com. Did I make any mistakes last night?"

The fat man is not wrong; without Luoluo, my life is a complete mess, and I truly cannot take care of myself

She looked at the beer on my desk, frowned, and said, "Did you eat this in the morning?"

I do not know whether this can be considered as "fluttering in confusion," but I know that my heart has already "trembled" beyond control

She seemed to notice the look of relief on my face and smiled, saying, "You are truly a strange person. At first glance, you seem quite honest, but upon a closer look, your eyes are not so honest."

She looked at me as she moved away, her face wearing a smile that was not quite a smile, yet her mouth deliberately said coldly: "You threw up all over me last night! Have you forgotten me already this morning?"

I discovered her smiling face, but the mocking gaze in her eyes instantly sent a chill through my entire body

Why? I am not undressing; I am getting dressed. What are you afraid of

I am not a gentleman; when a man wakes up in the morning to see such an alluring girl running around in her pajamas in his home, if I were to say that I am not moved, that would be too much of an affront to my conscience

Upon waking up in the morning, I still felt a bit dizzy. I picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table and glanced at it, only to realize that it had long since stopped.

She was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly looked at me and burst into laughter

Following her gaze, I suddenly realized that I was only wearing a pair of shorts. Did I take them off myself?

I felt a sense of dizziness in my mind, while the scent of her shampoo mixed with the fragrance of youthful femininity wafted through my nose, leaving me with a sensation of a roaring sound in my head

I sit and daydream, always feeling as if I have forgotten something

I was taken aback for a moment, finally recalling that she was the girl from the bar last night. All I could remember was that I seemed to have drunk a lot and said many things, yet I could not recall how I ended up bringing her home.

The girl looked at me, a strange smile appearing on her face; "Alright, I am going to change my clothes. If you don't want to leave, you can stay here and watch." After saying this, she began to unfasten the buttons of her nightgown.

I felt my face flush, and I dared not look at her any longer. I awkwardly said, "In any case, I want to thank you."

At this moment, as she smiled, her body gently swayed, and her nightgown seemed on the verge of failing to conceal the alluring spring hues.

I looked at her again; she was only wearing pajamas. Could it be...

Unfortunately, not only did my mind become infatuated, but certain parts of my body also responded. I hurriedly sat a bit farther away, blushing, hoping she had not noticed.

The girl suddenly smirked and said, "If you really want to thank me, hurry up and get dressed!"

You go to the restroom to change

Who am I? I am a man. No matter what happened last night, what am I afraid of? Such matters involve mutual consent between both parties; why should I feel so guilty?

Do you think you have touched me or not

I hurriedly grabbed my clothes and ran into the bathroom without looking back, then slammed the bathroom door shut with a "bang".

I sighed and decided to tidy myself up first. I put down the beer and went to pull the bathroom door.

So, are we really left with nothing

I paused for a moment, then nodded.

I turned my eyes and leaned over, chuckling, "Whether it happened or not, I can't remember it in my mind. How about we revisit it now?"