The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 153 Black Silk Jailer
Liu Wuyang didn't say anything, but simply stepped aside to make way for him to enter.

Zhang Muchen slipped inside as if it were her own home, and as soon as she stepped into the entryway, she smiled and said, "Thanks, Sister Yang, for letting me stay tonight."

He deftly took off his coat and casually hung it on the hanger. But as he turned around, he was hit by a strong smell of alcohol.

He was slightly startled.

"Sister Yang, are you drinking alone at home?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Liu Wuyang.

Under the lights, Liu Wuyang's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were glistening with moisture, exuding an indescribable languor and charm.

"Well, drink some."

Liu Wuyang nodded gently and then sat down on the sofa.

Zhang Muchen walked over and sat down next to her: "Then shall I have a drink with you?"

"No need." Liu Wuyang didn't look up, picked up the half-empty can of beer on the coffee table, "You have class tomorrow."

"Sister Yang, drinking like this is bad for your health."

"None of your business." Liu Wuyang tilted her head back and took a sip, her words tinged with drunkenness.

Hey, I have such a bad temper.

Zhang Muchen snatched the beer can from her hand, glanced at it, and then drank it all in one gulp.

As he drank, he glanced around the coffee table, where more than a dozen empty cans lay scattered about, and next to them was an empty peanut packaging bag.

"Sister Yang, you've finished all the peanuts? Are you just drinking beer like this?"

"What, are you going to cook two more dishes for me?" Liu Wuyang raised her chin slightly.

"..."

Zhang Muchen shook his head and threw the empty beer can into the trash can.

"Let's wait until the weekend, I'll show you a thing or two." He stood up and stretched. "But tonight's drinking session is off."

He glanced back at Liu Wuyang on the sofa.

Liu Wuyang leaned lazily against the sofa, her eyes seemingly drunk yet hazy. Her beautiful eyes gazed at him quietly, as if she wanted to say something, yet wanted to say nothing at all.

Zhang Muchen stared at her for two seconds, then sighed.

To others, her current state likely suggests that she's drowning her sorrows in alcohol, hiding some troubles.

But Zhang Muchen knew that Liu Wuyang was a drunkard.

The expression she's making now most likely means she hasn't had enough to drink.

"No more drinking. Your share for today is all gone." Zhang Muchen frowned and glanced at him, her tone somewhat harsh.

"You're so nosy..."

She mumbled something lazily, turned her back to him, and stopped talking.

"I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face, Yang-jie, you get up and join me."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard steady breathing coming from the sofa.

Liu Wuyang's long hair was loose, and she was sleeping peacefully with her face turned to the side.

"..."

"Luckily I arrived early, otherwise you would have been fast asleep and I wouldn't have been able to wake you up even if I rang the doorbell repeatedly."

Zhang Muchen gently rubbed his forehead, his gaze falling on Liu Wuyang. The latter was quietly reclining on the sofa, her white shirt slightly open, revealing a hint of lace. Black stockings accentuated her long, slender legs, her left foot crossed over her right, producing a soft rustling sound.

OK OK.

I've seen this scene before in the neighboring country—a drunk office lady in black stockings coming home from work.

Zhang Muchen clicked his tongue: "Sister Yang, you really trust me. Only a righteous man like me could resist."

but……

He glanced at Liu Wuyang again, muttering to himself.

Sister Yang, it's a deal. If you keep acting like this after I go to university, I might not be able to control myself.

whee.

I'm increasingly eager to go to university!
Cough
Zhang Muchen patted his head, trying to banish some dark thoughts. Then, he turned and went to the bedroom, pushing open the door.

A familiar yet chaotic scene came into view.

Lingerie was scattered haphazardly on Liu Wuyang's bed. Black stockings and oily-skinned ones lay carelessly on the headboard and chair back. A few lace-trimmed panties lay on the floor. "Uh..."

Zhang Muchen sighed and rubbed his forehead again.

If the first time you see this scene, you feel it's erotic, but the second time you see the same scene, you just feel confused.

First time, she was a sweetheart; second time, she was a shrew.

He walked to the bedside and casually pulled aside the underwear and stockings on the bed to make room for her to lie down. Then he turned back to the sofa, bent down, and gently picked up Liu Wuyang.

As you approach, a faint scent of perfume mixed with the malty aroma of beer wafts over you, carrying a slightly intoxicating fragrance.

Zhang Muchen wrapped his arms around her legs and neck, giving her a light embrace. Liu Wuyang nestled in Zhang Muchen's arms, her face flushed with the effects of alcohol.

call.
Liu Wuyang breathed heavily, her red lips slightly parted, her breath carrying a faint scent of wine.

She leaned limply against Zhang Muchen's chest, her legs, encased in black stockings, hanging limply at her sides.

Looking at her soft and boneless appearance, Zhang Muchen unconsciously tightened his arms around her knees. At the same time, he felt the smooth touch of her stockings on his fingertips, carrying the unique warmth of her skin.

The sensation traveled along the nerves in my fingertips all the way to my heart.

"Tsk, these stockings," he thought to himself, "the quality is really good."

It feels like high-quality silk.

Zhang Muchen sighed and strode towards the bedroom.

He laid Liu Wuyang flat on the bed. She lay on her back, her eyes, reddened by alcohol, glistening with tears under the light.

She unconsciously curled her legs, which were covered in black stockings, and the seams of the stockings made a slight rubbing sound.

"Well"

She suddenly rolled over and moved closer to the edge of the bed, her right leg dangling over the edge, her toes hovering in the air.

"Sister Yang, you can't even sleep still. If you turn over again, you'll fall off."

Zhang Muchen shook his head helplessly and bent down to help her adjust her sleeping position. However, her gaze inadvertently fell on the foot dangling over the edge of the bed.

The black stockings gleamed delicately under the bedside lamp, revealing the rounded outlines of her toes. Through the mesh of the stockings, glimpses of fair skin could be seen beneath.

This scene suddenly reminded him of the time in the bathroom when Wang Shishi's bare feet stepped on his palm.

Compared to bare white feet, the barely visible black stockings in front of me have a different kind of allure.

As if possessed, he bent down.

Her toes, encased in black stockings, were almost within reach; through the mesh of the stockings, a slight curl could be seen. A faint mark was visible on the arch of her foot, the imprint of high heels.

"This...it must be fun."

Zhang Muchen couldn't help but sigh. Although he really wanted to fondle the black-stockinged jailer, what's the difference between taking advantage of someone's drunkenness and being a pervert?
Zhang Muchen stood up and slowly withdrew his gaze.

If you want to play, you have to make Sister Yang give it to you willingly.

He picked up the blanket from the bedside and covered Liu Wuyang with it.

"Sister Yang, I'm going to sleep in the next room. Don't go to the wrong room again in the middle of the night this time."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the bedroom door, lightly pressing the switch with his finger.

Goodnight, Yang-jie.

boom.

The moment the lights went out, the door closed gently, and Zhang Muchen's footsteps faded into the distance.

The room was plunged into darkness, with only sparse moonlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains and falling on the headboard.

In bed, Liu Wuyang lay on her back, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

A moment later she slowly opened her eyes, which were still misty with tears.

"He carried me to the bedroom?"

She stared blankly at the ceiling, then turned over and looked around the dark room.

"You brat, I wonder if you took advantage of me or not."

Liu Wuyang whispered something and buried her face in the soft pillow.

Before long, her eyelids slowly closed, and she drifted back into sleep.

(End of this chapter)