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

Chapter 55 Master, let's go to the hotel and get a room.

Zhang Muchen put down his guitar and smiled as he nodded to the bar owner.

"Young man, you're really good, that was great. Can you sing one more song?"

The middle-aged boss's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he couldn't help but invite him to sing another song.

Zhang Muchen shook his head: "No, my friend is drunk."

His gaze fell on the beautiful figure in the corner.

Liu Wuyang lay languidly on the table, a few strands of hair slightly disheveled, vaguely obscuring her delicate profile.

The wine glass beside her still held half a glass of unfinished wine, the amber liquid shimmering alluringly in the dim light.

It's really disturbing.

Zhang Muchen sighed softly.

He noticed that Liu Wuyang was drinking alcohol the whole time he was playing and singing. As the last note faded, she slumped down.

Zhang Muchen walked over and gently patted her shoulder.

Liu Wuyang trembled slightly, slowly turned her face to the side, her eyes half-closed, her long eyelashes casting a delicate shadow under the light.

Her eyes were hazy and alluring, with a hint of intoxication. As if tinged with an ambiguous hue by alcohol, she lazily gazed at Zhang Muchen.

"Hehe...take me home..."

A slight smile curved her lips. The beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to carry a hint of intoxication, making her appearance even more alluring.

"The key...the key is in the bag..."

Her voice was soft, with a slightly mellow quality from being drunk, and her words carried a faint hint of alcohol.

"I told you not to drink so much."

Liu Wuyang smiled gently, her eyes sparkling: "This...isn't it because I have you...because you're with me..."

Her voice was extremely soft, like a feather brushing against your ear, yet it carried a hint of drunken dependence.

This was the first time Liu Wuyang had gotten drunk at a bar.

She has always been restrained, knowing how much she should drink and when to stop.

But tonight was different. Zhang Muchen was with her at the bar; people were chatting with her, and someone was sitting on the stage playing and singing for her. For once, she completely let down her guard.

Zhang Muchen looked at the drunk Liu Wuyang.

The usually calm, composed, and rational female teacher now resembled a lazy cat, lying on the table with a touch of allure, breathing softly.

Gee tut.

Sister Yang, you really trust my character...

He took out his phone, skillfully aimed it at Liu Wuyang, and snapped several photos in quick succession.

There were photos of her profile, photos of her back, and even photos of her slender wrists unconsciously dangling over the edge of the table...

I just thought Yangjie looked really good lying down, and it would be a shame not to take a picture.

Yes, absolutely no other meaning.

Zhang Muchen thought to himself.

Zhang Muchen put away his phone with a clear conscience and casually opened a ride-hailing app to call a car.

Wait, why didn't I call a designated driver myself?
Zhang Muchen stared at the "Cancel Order" button on the screen for two seconds before decisively giving up.

The ride-hailing car is almost here. If you cancel, you will need to pay a penalty of 5 yuan.

"Never mind, it's all the same. Yangjie's car can just be parked on the side of the road. Anyway, the money will be deducted from her account if she gets a ticket."

Hee hee hee.

Zhang Muchen helped Liu Wuyang up.

With one hand supporting her shoulder and the other holding her arm, he gently pulled her against him.

The faint scent of perfume emanating from Liu Wuyang, mixed with the aroma of alcohol, was subtle yet alluring.

"Sister Yang, stand properly," Zhang Muchen reminded her in a low voice.

Liu Wuyang mumbled an "Mmm," then groggily raised her hand and casually placed it on his neck, leaning her whole body into his arms.

The next second, Zhang Muchen felt a soft touch on his arm.

It's warm, soft, and a little bouncy.

Oh, Sister Yang's mountain peak.

Zhang Muchen's eyes held a subtle expression.

He always habitually focused on Chu Youting's 36D bust, after all, Xiaoyouzi's figure was quite ample.

But now he suddenly realized that Liu Wuyang's figure was equally impressive.

Zhang Muchen lowered his head slightly, his gaze subtly sweeping over her figure as she leaned closer. His arm instinctively brushed against her, feeling her soft touch.

He paused for a moment.

Hmm, this... has a C.

cough cough...

He quickly reflected on himself for a second. It's rare for Sister Yang to trust me so much; I only touched her arm once on my own initiative.

If she continues to cling to me, then it's none of my business; it's Yang Jie's own fault for running into me.

Yes, that's right, the logic is sound.

At this moment, Liu Wuyang was completely immersed in the effects of the alcohol, her steps were unsteady, and her consciousness was somewhat hazy.

In her dazed state, she only felt her body sway slightly, as if something solid was supporting her beside her, causing her to instinctively lean towards it.

Duang Duang Duang
Zhang Muchen could barely suppress the urge to smile.

Sensi, you walked right into my arms, it's not my fault.

Zhang Muchen helped Liu Wuyang all the way to the bar entrance.

The ride-hailing app showed that they were just one intersection away. He glanced down at his phone screen, then looked up at Liu Wuyang, who was slightly tipsy in the night.

The wind outside carried a hint of night chill, ruffling her hair.

A few stray strands of black hair brushed against her cheeks, and she frowned slightly, as if the night breeze had jolted her awake a little.

However, the effects of alcohol still left her feeling weak.

She stood there for a moment, then suddenly swayed. Zhang Muchen instinctively grabbed her waist and held her firmly in his arms.

The texture under the palm is soft and delicate.

People came and went in a constant stream at the entrance of the tavern.

Some people smiled and said goodbye to each other, some were helped into the car by their friends, and some walked home alone, their collars wrapped tightly around their shoulders in the night wind.

If we're talking about loneliness...

The loneliest time is when you go home late at night after drinking, when the party is over, and it's already dark.

However, Zhang Muchen was unmoved.

He also had a beautiful woman in black stockings in his arms, her soft fragrance filling his embrace, and he was intoxicated by her beauty.

I'll have to wait a bit longer to take the beautiful woman home... or rather, go home with her.

After all, he had nowhere to stay tonight.

As for whether the following plot will be a normal urban drama or gradually develop into an island nation storyline...

Zhang Muchen coughed lightly.

I can't let down Sister Yang's trust in me.

Unless you couldn't resist.

cough cough...

A blue ride-hailing car honked its horn.

Zhang Muchen looked down at the soft Liu Wuyang in his arms, reached out and opened the back door, carefully helping her into the car.

Liu Wuyang felt weak all over. As soon as she got into the car, she leaned back in her seat, tilting her head slightly. She seemed to murmur something, but her voice was indistinct.

After settling her in, Zhang Muchen went around to the other side and got into the car.

The ride-hailing driver glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on Liu Wuyang for a moment before his brows furrowed slightly.

Zhang Muchen noticed the change in the driver's expression and then smiled, "Don't worry, she won't throw up. Just drive carefully."

"If you really throw up, I'll give you 500."

Upon hearing this, the ride-hailing driver's expression softened slightly.

The driver stepped on the gas, and the blue sedan slowly drove into the night. The neon lights on both sides of the street were reflected in the car window, creating a dazzling and hazy atmosphere.

Liu Wuyang leaned slightly against Zhang Muchen's shoulder as the car swayed.

She struggled to keep her eyes half-open, her breath reeking of alcohol, and asked softly, "Where...where to..."

Zhang Muchen chuckled softly: "Let's go to a hotel and get a room."

Liu Wuyang struggled slightly, but her body was too weak to resist, and she eventually leaned limply against Zhang Muchen's shoulder.

"asshole……"

She mumbled in a voice that sounded almost unconscious.

Zhang Muchen smiled and said loudly, "Master, please go to No. 204 Fushou Street, Peninsula Love Theme Hotel."

"That hotel bed has a vibration function, which saves a lot of effort."

The driver glanced at it in the rearview mirror and gave a thumbs up.

Awesome, young man.

Liu Wuyang's consciousness was hazy, but she still struggled and gritted her teeth, her eyes revealing a hint of anger and an undeniable charm.

Gee tut.