Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 753 - 297. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] The Beginning of a Dead End (1)_4
Because the lights were on, Lin Chu could clearly see Lu Huai’an.
The man was leaning against the sofa, with nearly all the buttons of his black shirt undone, holding a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other. His left leg was propped on the coffee table, smoke surrounding him, presenting an extremely dark demeanor.
Profoundly unfathomable.
The chiseled handsome face was unusually flushed due to alcohol, but his black eyes seemed to be soaked in cold ice, like a deep ice well, the deepest part an endless abyss of pitch black.
He seemed like a highly aggressive leopard, staring intently at Lin Chu, who had entered his territory without permission. It seemed that if she took another step forward, he would pounce and tear her to pieces.
The entire apartment was air-conditioned, but what reminded Lin Chu of the bone-chilling cold of falling into an ice-covered lake at the age of ten was his gaze.
It seemed he really had begun to hate her.
Not knowing how long they locked eyes, Lin Chu was the first to look away, turning to head towards the kitchen.
There was no hot water; she had to boil it herself.
While the kettle was boiling, she found a teacup and tea leaves, standing in front of the kitchen sink. She turned on the faucet and carefully washed the glass.
The cool water flowed over her fingers; she wasn’t dazed or spacing out.
The water boiled.
She used a clean napkin to dry the water stains on the glass, added tea leaves, poured in a packet of white powder, and then hot water.
Lin Chu placed the tea in front of Lu Huai’an and then sat on the sofa, her gaze briefly glancing over the toppled wine bottle and the scattered cigarette butts.
She spoke, "Drinking will make you uncomfortable, and you’ve smoked so much. Tea can help sober you up. You should go upstairs and take a shower to clear your head, then we can talk."
Her voice was pleasant, even more so in the quiet living room devoid of any extra sound.
Lu Huai’an finally raised his head, his dark eyes more entangled with unseen darkness than ever. The excessive tobacco and alcohol abuse rendered his voice hoarse, like the grinding stones, "Talk about what?"
"Don’t you not want to marry me?" Lin Chu curved her lips into a smile, "I want to know why. If the reason is sufficient, and I accept it, maybe I’ll give up and let you be with Shen Weiyi."
In the scorching summer, young girls tend to dress lightly.
Lin Chu was very sensitive to heat.
She wore a cream silk camisole, her large areas of fair skin exposed to the air, glistening enchantingly under the light, the thin necklace, with a pendant quietly resting beside her collarbone.
Her lower body was clad in washed blue denim shorts, her long slender legs fully visible. Barefoot, her white toes pressed against the dark red carpet, stimulating the visual senses.
Loose waves of long hair smoothly cascaded over her shoulders, her delicate and three-dimensional features glowing with a gentle smile, beautiful from any angle.
Yes, she had grown up.
But, she was Lin Chu.
The dryness of his mouth was a man’s body instinct, beyond his control.
The wine glass was already empty, and Lu Huai’an picked up the glass in front of him, still steaming. Because of the air conditioning, the tea cooled quickly, now just right to drink.
After half a cup of tea and half a cigarette, his indifferent gaze returned to the girl’s face, thin lips slightly parted, his voice icy, "I remember saying long ago, not everyone is obliged to like you. No man in the world would want to marry a woman he doesn’t love, and I am no exception."
It was an irrefutable reason.
Lin Chu nodded, seemingly in agreement.
She stood up, her palm resting on the coffee table, the other hand reached across, first taking the fifth-full bottle of wine, then Lu Huai’an’s used wine glass.
Wearing a camisole, her current movements nearly exposed all the subtly concealed beauty in Lu Huai’an’s eyes.
Lin Chu seemed oblivious to it, returning to the sofa, pouring herself a glass of wine.
She took a sip, her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips, the smile on her face undiminished, "You can go shower now, I’ll just think things over on my own."
The girl’s unconscious actions caused tension in Lu Huai’an’s abdomen, his throat bobbing up and down.
Even with air conditioning on, the heat from the alcohol burning within his body persisted, he knew how much he drank, and also knew in this state, mistakes were easy to make.
In the chaotic brain, a voice surfaced, reminding him:
Lu Huai’an, this is Lin Chu, you should hate her.
When the man stood up and took steps, he knocked over several empty bottles, the clattering sound echoing in the empty living room, clear, chaotic, with a hint of reverberation.
Lin Chu watched him calmly as he walked upstairs, his steps unlike his usually steady ones, slightly disoriented.
Even his back radiated indifference and remoteness.
Five minutes later.
Lin Chu tilted her head back, finishing the wine in the glass, barefoot, climbed the stairs, and opened the bedroom door; the sound of pattering water reached her ears.
She stripped off her camisole and denim shorts, leaving only the closest garments.
No hesitation, no fear.
She opened the bathroom door and walked inside.
As someone suddenly intruded, Lu Huai’an’s eyebrows furrowed tightly. Turning back, what greeted his sight was the girl’s exquisite and voluptuous body, only black fabric covering the most tantalizing parts.
Cool water sprayed from the shower, with no steamy heat in the bathroom to obscure vision, everything was exposed to his eyes.
His forehead veins throbbed, his furious voice filled with sinister undertones, "Lin Chu! What are you doing! Get out!"
How could Lin Chu possibly heed his words?
She didn’t speak, just smiled slightly, taking steps to the shower area, the ice-cold water landing on her skin, making her shiver.
Before he could push her away, her white lotus-like arms wrapped around his neck, standing on tiptoe, she began to kiss him.
She didn’t know how to kiss, only following her body’s instinct to suck on the man’s lips, her nimble tongue tentatively intruding into his mouth, teasing his tongue.
Lu Huai’an seemed struck by a blaze, with a roar, the prairie fire ignited completely.
All reason and restraint collapsed at that moment, the scarlet in his black eyes extremely intense.
In just a few seconds, he regained dominance, pushing the girl’s body back, forcefully bumping against the wall, lips and tongue began biting the girl’s delicate skin.
Lin Chu didn’t feel pain, she was just a little scared.
The ruffian Jiang Muzhou often bragged in front of Qiao An after rolling in bed, and in conversations between the two, nothing was off-limits. Curious, Lin Chu once asked.
At first, Jiang Muzhou was reluctant to say, but she pressed, so he said that as long as the man’s skills were appropriate and considerate, a girl’s first time wasn’t that painful, Qiao An only cried for a few minutes, then it was all ineffable.
Sensing the man’s intent, Lin Chu opened her eyes to look at him, softly asked, "Lu Huai’an, do you know who I am?"
