Chapter 1872

Chapter 1872: Chapter 1872

Alcohol numbs the nerves, amplifies the senses, making people do things they wouldn’t easily do when sober.

Song Guanchao always thought he had great self-control, but the softness coming from his arm at this moment made him want to pull it away, yet his body wouldn’t obey.

He even leaned closer to her on his own accord.

Jiang Yiren felt his movement, and a blush and hint of joy spread from the corner of her eyes.

She knew her judgment was correct, he indeed didn’t resist being intimate with her.

"The car’s here, let’s get in." Jiang Yiren seized the opportunity, opened the car door, and got in.

Song Guanchao stubbed out his cigarette, then got into the passenger seat under Jiang Yiren’s resentful gaze and told the driver her home’s address.

Jiang Yiren pouted, hugged her arms, and turned her head away.

She was angry.

She had been so proactive, yet he remained so indifferent.

Clearly interested in her body, yet insisted on pretending to be proper.

Besides, she never said he had to be responsible.

The more Jiang Yiren thought about it, the angrier she became. The car hadn’t gone far yet when she said, "Stop the car!"

The driver pulled over, and Jiang Yiren pushed the door open and got out.

Song Guanchao originally didn’t want to care, but her mood was off, and it was very late, easy for something to happen.

Women are different from men; even if men get emotional, they rarely do things to harm themselves.

Women are different; when emotions run high, they’re prone to self-destructive behavior.

Besides, she’s been drinking tonight. If someone hit on her, she might foolishly give herself away in a vindictive moment, surely to regret it when sober the next day.

Of course, these are rare events. Jiang Yiren may not even be the impulsive type, but better safe than sorry.

Song Guanchao couldn’t take that risk.

He got out, caught up to her, grabbed her arm, "Get back in the car, I’ll take you home."

"I don’t want you to take me, I’ll go by myself." Jiang Yiren shook her arm but couldn’t free it from his hand.

"Tonight, I have plans with someone." Song Guanchao said.

Jiang Yiren turned back to look into his eyes, as if to confirm whether he was lying to her.

"With whom? A woman?"

"Yes." Song Guanchao didn’t hide it; if this could make her give up, it would be a good thing.

He thought too much; Jiang Yiren already knew about his entanglements with women and all the females around him.

She willingly offered herself, clearly having accepted all this in her heart.

"Are you going to sleep with that woman tonight?"

"Don’t put it so crudely."

"So you can sleep with people, but I can’t say it?"

"Yes, sleep, okay? Let’s go. I’ll take you home."

"Then when are you going to sleep with me?"

"..." Song Guanchao felt his head could explode: "Young lady, we’re colleagues, we’re friends, what’s this talk about sleeping together?"

"I don’t want to be just friends with you, I want to be your girlfriend!"

"I have a girlfriend."

"I don’t mind."

"...What are you saying? You don’t mind, but I do."

"Let’s talk about it later, for now, let me take you home."

He’d been drinking, his judgment was off, and his mind was dull. He didn’t want to discuss it now.

To avoid getting trapped by her and having no way to backtrack later.

"Let’s discuss it now, tell me first, when will you sleep with me?" Jiang Yiren pressed aggressively.

Song Guanchao said, "Feelings are a two-person thing, I can’t just agree because you request it. It has to progress gradually, don’t you agree?"

Jiang Yiren said, "So you mean we should date first?"

Song Guanchao quickly said, "I don’t have time to date you, I’ve been very busy lately, have to do research every day."

"I’ll go research with you!"

"You’re in the Secretariat, under what pretext? Come on, let’s go back first, we’ll talk about these things later."

"It’s so hard for me to even see you, and you say we’ll talk later? You’re just lying to me."

"I’m busy with work."

Seeing that Song Guanchao wouldn’t relent no matter what, Jiang Yiren said, "Then sit in the back with me."

"Okay."

At least in the car, even if she were to go too far, at most it would just be kissing and hugging.

"Then let’s get in the car."

The driver saw them return, watched Jiang Yiren holding onto Song Guanchao’s arm as they got into the back seat, muttering to himself while also feeling envious.

He hadn’t really seen such a beautiful woman very often.

And she was tall and had a stunning figure.

After getting in the car, Jiang Yiren suddenly said, "Adjust the rearview mirror."

The driver responded with an "Oh," turned the mirror away, guessing that they probably intended to do something in the back, and felt even more envious.

Song Guanchao was also stirred by her, somewhat anticipating, his body already responding.

Just as he was wondering what Jiang Yiren might do, she lunged at him, hugging him tightly, her lips sweetly scented like red wine, blocking his mouth, her tongue insistently reaching into his mouth.

Song Guanchao’s body reacted faster than his mind, his hands encircling her, roaming over her waist.

The weight of Jiang Yiren’s body completely pressed down on him, causing him to lie back in the rear seat, while Jiang Yiren was entirely draped over him.

The space in the back of the car wasn’t large, and wasn’t very wide, so Jiang Yiren had to bend her legs, twisting her body around on top of him.

The driver heard the panting from the back, feeling anxious and tightly wound, wanting to look back but fearing being caught, so he had to hold back.

Who knows how long passed when the car drove into the residential area and stopped.

"We’re here."

The driver turned around to see the female client pressing the male client underneath, the male client’s hands having reached into her jeans.

The female client’s hand was also inside the male client’s pants.

The driver’s eyes were flush with envy.

"We’re here." Song Guanchao withdrew his hand, patted her butt.

Jiang Yiren raised her head, noticing the driver was peeking, her blushing face turning even redder.

Song Guanchao got out of the car with her and walked towards the apartment building.

After entering the building, Jiang Yiren stopped him from pressing the elevator button, pulling him towards the staircase.

Going up a few floors in the stairwell, they reached the floor where her home was, and she once again threw herself at him.

Song Guanchao could sense her desire to completely devour him.

All he could do was respond as ardently as he could.

After kissing and caressing for more than ten minutes, Song Guanchao pulled away his tongue and said, "Alright, hurry up and go inside."

Jiang Yiren’s eyes seemed to glisten, she had been touched and kissed by Song Guanchao before, but hugging and kissing when both were sober was a first.

The feeling was completely different from before.

The experience was so full, she didn’t want to stop.

"Tomorrow night I’m going to your home." Jiang Yiren boldly stated while looking into his eyes.

"We’ll talk about it tomorrow." Song Guanchao held his ground, unwilling to promise anything while intoxicated.

Jiang Yiren’s little fangs ground together, wanting to say more, but Song Guanchao stomped to activate the staircase light.

She jumped, huffed, and with a bit of a temper, walked out of the stairwell.

Watching her open the door and go in, Song Guanchao then turned and left.

Back in the car, under the envious gaze of the driver, Song Guanchao gave an address, closed his eyes, refusing the driver’s attempt at conversation.