When she fell back, she was a bit dazed. Shi Su looked at the man pressing down on her, first staring blankly, then suddenly giggling and raising her hand to push him away. "Get up, where is Mr. Jing’s wine? Is there any left? I want to find Mr. Jing..." Even as she spoke, her body and wrist couldn’t move a bit, completely restrained by him. "What are you doing..." Her voice had just risen when the man suddenly lowered his head and kissed her. Shi Su was immediately stunned, not daring to move. The kiss from Jing Jihan initially was just a gentle sip. But as soon as their lips touched, he moved deeper into the kiss. Initially gentle and entwined, like tasting candy for the first time, it gradually deepened, his eyes as deep as ink. Taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability was not Jing Jihan’s style. Yet for a moment, the situation began to spiral out of control. Just at that instant, Shi Su suddenly frowned with discomfort, instinctively grabbing the fabric at his back, then instinctively pushing him upwards. Just as she pushed away a centimeter— Outside Jing Jihan’s room, Hui, passing by, suddenly heard Shi Su inside continuously retching, feeling a sense of accomplishment. She knew that the hangover tea Mr. Li had once bought was exceptionally effective; besides relieving drunkenness and easing stomachaches and headaches, it also induced vomiting to expel the alcohol from the stomach, significantly enhancing relief. Hearing Shi Su’s painful retching again, Hui nodded in satisfaction and went out to share the marvelous effects of this hangover tea with the other Jing Family servants. Shi Su hugged the toilet, vomiting continuously. She hadn’t drunk much, and even dry heaving a few times shouldn’t have resulted in vomiting so much. But now, she had completely emptied her stomach of everything she had eaten and drunk that evening. Her stomach was painfully uncertain if it felt hollow or swollen. Suddenly emptied, she knelt painfully by the toilet, moaning miserably with "Qiyi Ai Ai" sounds. At eleven in the Jing Family’s old house, Shi Su clung to the toilet. Until she had nothing left to vomit, she staggered to her feet, once again feeling how smelly she was and instinctively turned to find a place to bathe. Squatting on the floor, Shi Su didn’t see the showerhead above given her sideways view. Hui had used it to help her bathe when she brought her in earlier. At the moment, she only saw the large, automatic, temperature-adjustable, massage bathtub not far away and hurriedly pounced on it, only to miss her seat at the edge and "thud," fell directly in. Jing Jihan, holding a glass of warm water, returned to the bathroom and was startled by Shi Su’s scream. He walked in and saw the drunken woman, lying spread-eagle in the bathtub, trying hard to sit up. Just as she managed to sit up, she shifted position, and her knees felt uncomfortable in the massage bathtub, frowning, struggling to stand up but stumbling again, falling headlong back in: "Ah—!" "What the hell is this..." "I just don’t believe it..." Jing Jihan forcibly watched her fight with the bathtub for three minutes: "..." The little woman in the bathtub, frustrated, slapped the tub’s edge with effort, struggled, and weakly shouted, "Help... me...!" Jing Jihan put down the glass and went over, directly helping her up. Turning her head to see the man who helped her up, Shi Su seemed to remember something, determinedly saying, "I want to bathe." "Didn’t you just bathe?" She pointed absentmindedly at the toilet she had instinctively flushed clean, "Threw up." "You can’t endure this now, rinse your mouth, wash tomorrow morning." He said, intending to carry her out directly. "No, I want a bath! I stink!" Shi Su said, while trying to shake off his hand, intending to untie the bathrobe. Jing "Sugar Daddy" Jihan felt that this woman, drunk beyond sanity, was perpetually challenging his self-control. He raised his hand to block hers, the vein in his forehead pulsing, his hoarse voice laced with severity, "Stop acting up, I’ll call Hui in here!" Shi Su raised her eyes, bewilderedly looked at him, and one hand being held, the other suddenly lifted, as if afraid it would be stopped, swiftly pulling the already loosely tied bathrobe belt open. She waggled the bathrobe belt triumphantly. Shi Su didn’t know that at this moment, her bathrobe had opened wide, her freshly blown hair soft and fluffy, with only a few wet strands on her forehead from vomiting so hard. With her triumphant waggle, the bathrobe swayed with her movement, exuding the scent of her shower gel. Her drunken air took on multiple charms. Still swaying in the bathtub, Jing Jihan suddenly approached, shadows looming over, an arm propped by her waist, enveloping her within. In the brightly lit bathroom, the only thing Shi Su could see in her temporarily sober mind was the man’s jawline, an Adam’s apple rolling for a moment, and above, his deep, dark eyes, swirling like ink— After spending two hours in the bathroom, Shi Su was carried out wrapped in a bath towel. The large towel enveloped her entirely, only her pretty, cute head exposed, drowsily placed on the bed, while the man turned back to the bathroom, without hesitation, turned on the shower, and took a cold shower for twenty whole minutes. Shi Su was about to fall asleep yet heard the water running in the bathroom, vaguely wondering what exactly happened earlier. It seemed she finally managed to have a bath, then... then was pressed against an emptied bathtub... Held by the man sitting at the bathtub’s edge, he kissed her fiercely for an unknown length of time. Long enough for her lips to grow numb, her tongue root tingly. Later she thrashed about, her fumbling hand accidentally switched on the automatic water valve above the bathtub, warm water suddenly splashing her face, startling her into sitting up in the tub. The man, however, lifted her in a flash, ignoring the continuously flowing water valve, pinned her against the bathtub’s edge... Content orıginally comes from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Followed by a dizzying deep kiss, even more unrestrained in intensity. As the water poured over them, it gradually became unnoticeable, until the overflow trickled from the bathtub’s edge, until Shi Su, unable to hold on, leaned her head against him, as if her last bit of consciousness was dominated by drunkenness. He finally turned off the water valve and hoisted her out of the water, wrapping her in a towel to carry her back to bed. Clearly, they’d been drenched for so long in the bathtub; that counted as a bath. Why did he suddenly go shower again? Why shower for that long? Shi Su couldn’t hold her eyes open much longer, the water from the bathroom still running in the background, and she finally fell asleep under the seductive spell of alcohol. In her daze, she sensed a creeping danger approaching but couldn’t pry open her eyes until she felt a man’s arm bracing by her side, enveloping her; in the dim nightlight, she saw a darkness in his eyes that not even twenty minutes of cold shower could wash away.