"Calling so intimately...." Yun Ya was really at a loss for words with him, how could he become so clingy after getting drunk? She vowed never to let him drink again in the future. "Alright, alright, Brother Yan, can I send Mr. Pei off first?" Yan Song’s pitch-black eyes roamed over her face, and Yun Ya felt the danger and desire lurking in those eyes, causing her heart to tremble a little. Yan Song suddenly collapsed onto her, falling asleep. Yun Ya managed to push him off with great effort, turning to check on Pei Qinghan. When drunk, Pei Qinghan was particularly quiet, snoring soundly on the table. Yun Ya asked Uncle Feng to call his driver in, and together they lifted Pei Qinghan into the car, gave the driver a few instructions, and then the car slowly drove away from the Ji Family Manor. Yun Ya turned back to the dining room. She gave him a shove: "Brother Yan?" "Hmm?" Yan Song grunted from his nose. "Let’s go, I’ll help you upstairs." Yun Ya, at a height of one meter sixty-eight, was trying to support Yan Song, who was one meter eighty-nine, looking like a small poplar tree in a storm, about to be bent over. But she didn’t want to rely on anyone else, so with all the strength she could muster, she managed to help Yan Song to the room. Pushing him onto the bed, taking off his coat and shoes, she wrung a hot towel to wipe his face. Yan Song suddenly started gagging; Yun Ya feared he would vomit, quickly brought a trash can to the bedside. Yan Song was now completely drunk out of his mind; he always had a good tolerance for alcohol, but who knew this aged liquor would have such a strong aftereffect, leaving him unexpectedly a hopeless drunkard. He suddenly leaned over the bed and vomited, his stomach churning in discomfort. Yun Ya watched his brows knit into a character "川" and reached out to soothe him painfully. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ⓝovelFire.net "I told you not to drink but you insisted, serves you right." Yan Song looked at her with dazed eyes for a moment, suddenly pulling her down onto him and flipping over to press her beneath him. The smell of alcohol was intoxicating; Yun Ya felt a bit nauseous, gave him a push, but the man pressed down even harder. He kissed her lips urgently, the full mouth of alcohol smell, mixed with the man’s dominant and intense aura, enveloped her tightly like a torrential rain. She too seemed to be infected by the alcohol and became intoxicated. It was a wild night, Yan Song was drunk beyond recognition, everything was driven by instinct. Tearing at her clothes, her dress was ripped with a "tear", he was like a thirsty child, urgently seeking moisture from her. With such force, red marks were pinched onto her fair skin. She was almost immersed in it, she knew that moment was coming, she was a little scared, holding onto him tightly. The girl bit her pale lips, in fragments and hoarse. Yan Song suddenly sobered up, his eyes momentarily confused, seeing the girl’s eyes filled with moisture, the hidden pain between her brows, he felt as if hit by something, his mind went blank. Yan Song suddenly backed away, curling her into his arms, burying himself in her cloud-like hair: "I’m sorry... Yaya... I... I’m all to blame...." He kept saying sorry in a low voice, the pressure subsided, and suddenly there was a hollow in his heart, she smiled, hugging his neck. "No need to say sorry, I volunteered." The heat in her body was stirred up, not so easily extinguished. Yun Ya felt his discomfort, smiled and reached out her hand. Yan Song’s body stiffened: "Yaya...." Yun Ya smiled, pecking his lips, "Brother Yan, I’ll help you." He didn’t want to hurt her, she understood, so within appropriate limits, she was willing to learn to tolerate, even do things she never dared to dream of before. Yan Song contently fell into a deep sleep. Yun Ya propped herself up, her hand sore. As she got up, she suddenly felt a dragging pain in her lower abdomen, she couldn’t help but whimper, her small face pale under the light. With every step, the pulling sensation became more pronounced. It was just once, like a basketball shot into the net and bounced out, she could feel it wasn’t torn, so why did it hurt so much? She moved to the bathroom, washed her hands, looking at the reflection of her frowning brows due to the pain and her pallid face, her fingers tightly gripping the cool marble countertop. She suddenly bent over, clutching her abdomen, squatting down, the pain feeling more acute, like her intestines twisted into knots, cold sweat rolled down her forehead, her fingers began to tremble gently. "Ugh...." She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. After a while, feeling a bit better, she slowly propped herself up to stand. Just as she stood up, she suddenly felt a warm fluid flowing from below, running down her legs.