7 – Out of Control
Having finally stopped Shu Yang from stripping off her own clothes, now she started going after Lu Beicheng’s clothes instead.
Lu Beicheng felt he must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out today—he was truly having the worst luck.
After considerable effort to stop Shu Yang’s bold behavior, Lu Beicheng was drenched in sweat. He let out a long breath, scooped Shu Yang up in his arms, and headed toward the hotel.
The front desk clerk recognized Lu Beicheng. Seeing him carry in a drunk woman, she instinctively stole a few extra glances, secretly wondering about the identity of the woman in his arms.
Lu Beicheng had his own room here. As usual, the clerk asked with a smile:
“Young Master, do you need any help?”
“Get me a set of women’s change of clothes.” Lu Beicheng said with disgust, smelling the strong odor of alcohol coming from Shu Yang.
The clerk acknowledged, handed him the room card, and pressed the elevator button for him.
The moment they entered the elevator, Shu Yang started acting up, tugging hard at Lu Beicheng’s clothes while mumbling incoherently.
Lu Beicheng awkwardly dodged her advances while protecting his clothes, and didn’t catch what Shu Yang was saying.
The elevator finally reached their floor. Stepping out, Lu Beicheng was sweating again—this time from fright.
He opened the door, half-dragged Shu Yang over, and tossed her onto the two-meter-wide bed, then sat down on the nearby sofa to catch his breath.
Once his mind had calmed a little, he turned to look—and the woman on the bed had already stripped herself bare, wearing nothing but a tiny camisole and panties. The sight made Lu Beicheng’s head surge with blood, and he felt something trickling from his nose.
He raised a hand to touch under his nose—a wet sensation. Eyes widening, he realized: damn, he was actually having a nosebleed.
Lu Beicheng’s whole body flushed with heat at once, his face as red as a ripened apple.
He carefully glanced at Shu Yang, silently cursing himself for being an idiot. What would a drunk woman know?
At the same time, he was thankful Shu Yang was drunk—otherwise his reputation as Young Master Bei would be ruined.
Shu Yang felt terribly uncomfortable, as if a fire was burning inside her. She wanted to strip everything off and find something cold and icy to press against herself.
The moment her hand touched her camisole, Lu Beicheng—who was still kicking himself—caught her movement from the corner of his eye and rushed forward to stop what she was about to do next.
At this moment, Lu Beicheng just wanted to cry out for his mother. How could this woman be so shameless? Even if she was drunk, she couldn’t undress in front of a man! Thankfully he was a man of integrity—if she’d run into someone with bad character, she would have been in trouble long ago.
While grumbling inwardly, Lu Beicheng tried to get Shu Yang to lie back down on the bed.
Shu Yang felt something wonderfully comfortable approaching her. Without thinking twice, she threw her arms around it.
The moment she touched it, she let out a contented moan.
The sound was soft and alluring, making Lu Beicheng shudder. He felt all the blood in his body rush to his head at once, leaving him unable to think.
Shu Yang was no longer satisfied with just touching. She directly started pulling at Lu Beicheng’s clothes, and before he could react, her hand had already slipped under the hem of his T-shirt.
What grown man could withstand teasing like this? Lu Beicheng’s body went rigid as a fire rose within him, and movement stirred in his lower abdomen. His face instantly burned crimson, and the desire building inside him grew stronger and stronger.
But the last shred of reason told him he couldn’t do this!
Shu Yang’s hand finally found something that brought her relief, and she quieted down for a moment. But her body still felt awful, as if ants were crawling inside her—she wanted more.
Perhaps it was the drug’s effect. She suddenly raised her head, yanked Lu Beicheng’s head down, and pressed her already faded red lips onto his mouth.
With a “boom,” Lu Beicheng’s reason vanished entirely. He stood frozen, letting Shu Yang do as she pleased.
Only when he felt a stinging pain on his lips did Lu Beicheng finally react. He took the initiative, wrapped his arms around Shu Yang, pushed her onto the bed, and followed her down.
One was controlled by the drug, the other provoked beyond endurance—both had needs, and everything followed its natural course.
Overwhelmed by pleasure he had never known before, the inexperienced young man lost all restraint. After stumbling through most of the night, the room finally fell quiet.
Lu Beicheng lay on his back, breathing heavily. He turned his head to glance at the woman who had long since fallen asleep, his feelings complicated.
He hadn’t expected things to develop this way. But since it had already happened, he didn’t regret it. He would ask her how she felt when she woke up tomorrow—if she didn’t object, he would take responsibility for her.
Once he regained his strength, Lu Beicheng looked at the messy bed and the sticky Shu Yang. He first picked up the landline by the bed and called the front desk, asking them to send someone to clean the room, then carried Shu Yang into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Lu Beicheng carried Shu Yang, wrapped in a bath towel, out of the bathroom. By then, the room had been cleaned.
Only after settling Shu Yang did Lu Beicheng return to the bathroom to clean himself up. He had originally planned to shower with Shu Yang, but who knew she would sleep like a lump of mud—he’d been too busy taking care of her to tidy himself up.
After a quick cleanup, Lu Beicheng left the bathroom.
Perhaps because of their physical intimacy, the awkward shyness he’d felt at first had completely vanished. Holding Shu Yang in his arms, he drifted comfortably off to sleep.
Shu Yang felt an intense pain in her throat. As usual, she squinted and reached for the water glass on the nightstand.
After fumbling for a long while without finding it, she finally opened her eyes in irritation.
She wrapped her hands around her head and gave it a couple of gentle taps—her head was throbbing badly.
Suddenly, Shu Yang remembered something. She stopped tapping, her eyes flew wide open, and she stiffly turned to look beside her.
There lay a man, his bare arm exposed outside the covers, his face buried in the pillow, sleeping soundly.
With a “boom,” images of the previous night instantly flashed through Shu Yang’s mind.
She had one particular trait: she remembered everything that happened when she was drunk.
As last night’s events played through her mind like a slideshow, Shu Yang was overcome with shame. Even though she had been controlled by the drug at the time, she had…
Shu Yang didn’t dare think further. She hurriedly began searching for her clothes.
She finally found clothes on the sofa on the floor—but they didn’t seem to be hers. With no time to think, she threw them on haphazardly, then found her and Yu Tian’s bags on the sofa, picked them up, and headed for the door.
Finally, Shu Yang opened her own bag, took out her wallet, and pulled out all the cash inside. Counting it up, there was only eight hundred yuan.
Shu Yang frowned. With the internet being so advanced these days, she rarely carried cash anymore. After a moment’s thought, she opened Yu Tian’s bag and pulled out all the cash from her wallet as well.
All the cash the two of them had together came to just two thousand yuan. Shu Yang slowly shuffled over to the bed and placed the money next to the nightstand.
Suddenly, a driver’s license on the nightstand caught her attention. As if possessed, she picked it up and took a look. When she saw the age listed on it, Shu Yang froze on the spot. She had… she had slept with a young boy?
Good heavens, the kid was only twenty-one—he should still be in college!