My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

Qiu Tong was both annoyed and amused. She forcefully pried his hands apart, put his arm on her shoulder, and helped him walk inside.

"Okay, okay, hug me, let's go back inside first."

Supported by her, Su Ming staggered inside. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, his expression changing.

Qiu Tong's heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, he shoved her away and staggered toward the bathroom.

"vomit!"

Su Ming collapsed onto the toilet and vomited violently.

Qiu Tong went over to take a look and couldn't help but frown.

The scene was utterly horrible. The toilet was a complete mess, and vomit was splattered everywhere on the floor. To make matters worse, he misjudged his vomit; half of it went into the toilet, while the other half landed all over himself.

Clothes, pants, even hair were covered in filth. The sour, stench was so strong it made it hard to open one's eyes.

After vomiting, Su Ming slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall with his head drooping, muttering something under his breath.

Qiu Tong stood at the bathroom door, looking at his disheveled appearance, and couldn't help but shake her head.

"How did you get so drunk?"

She muttered to herself as she walked over, flushed the toilet, and then squatted down, looking at Su Ming, who was covered in a mess, and hesitated.

How do I do this?

He definitely needs to be washed. But how can she possibly clean him when he's covered in filth?

She thought for a moment, then reached into his pocket for his phone. It would be troublesome if something important was inside and got vomited on.

She reached into his pocket, but froze as soon as she touched it.

His thighs were hot, his skin smooth, and through the thin fabric of his trouser pockets, you could clearly feel the strong, powerful muscle lines.

"What happened? This brat has a hole in his pants pocket?" Qiu Tong's heart skipped a beat again.

Just then, Su Ming suddenly raised his head, looked at her with bleary, drunken eyes, and smiled foolishly.

"Hehe, cousin-in-law, touch me."

Qiu Tong's face flushed red instantly.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, slapped his thigh, and scolded, "Touch your head, my foot! You didn't even tell me your pocket was torn."

Su Ming looked down at his pants and said in a drunken voice, "Torn? Where's it torn?"

Qiu Tong ignored him, pulled her hand out of his pocket, and then reached into his other pocket. This time she easily pulled out her phone. She stood up, walked to the living room, and placed the phone on the coffee table.

Then she went back to the bathroom, looked at Su Ming who was slumped on the floor, and sighed.

"Get up." She bent down to help him up. "Come with me to the shower."

Su Ming was pulled up by her and staggered to the shower area. Qiu Tong pressed him against the wall, making him hold onto it for support, and then turned on the shower.

Warm water gushed down and splashed onto Su Ming's head.

"No!" Su Ming recoiled as if burned, waving his hands wildly, "No, no!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Seeing his expression, Qiu Tong couldn't help but laugh. She picked up the showerhead and continued spraying him, saying as she did so, "Who told you to drink so much? Serves you right!"

Su Ming couldn't open his eyes because of the water spraying on him. He waved his hands wildly and shouted "No!" but his body remained motionless as she poured on him.

He looked like a spoiled child, or a lump of mud.

Looking at his disheveled yet adorable appearance, Qiu Tong's initial annoyance slowly dissipated, replaced by an indescribable tenderness.

She took the showerhead and carefully washed the filth off his body. The water washed away the dirt from his hair, the stains from his clothes, and diluted the unpleasant sour smell.

After rinsing for a while, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why do I feel so cold?

She looked down and froze.

My nightgown was soaked through at some point.

The thin silk fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve. The view beneath was tantalizingly revealed—the full curves, the slender waist, the barely concealed...

Her face turned bright red instantly.

"Oh my god!" she couldn't help but exclaim, "How could this happen?"

Su Ming heard her call, opened his eyes, and looked at her with hazy, drunken eyes.

His gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, then he grinned foolishly.

"Sister-in-law, you have a great figure."

Qiu Tong was both amused and exasperated. She rolled her eyes at him and scolded, "You little rascal, you're still joking with me at a time like this! I'll teach you a lesson!"

As she spoke, she raised the showerhead and sprayed water on him.

"No, no!" Su Ming waved his hands wildly, like swatting away mosquitoes. "Sister-in-law, don't spit on me! Don't spit on me!"

Water splashed everywhere, and laughter and pleas for mercy mingled together, echoing in the cramped bathroom.

Qiu Tong hesitated for a while, then her heart softened when she saw his pitiful, drunken state. She put down the shower, turned off the water, and watched him standing there, head drooping, eyelids drooping, looking like he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

She sighed, then felt a pang of heartache.

"Serves you right for forcing yourself to drink when you can't."

She walked over and reached out to undo his soaked clothes.

First, he unbuttoned his shirt. One button at a time, revealing his chest. It was a strong, broad chest, his tanned skin glistening with dewdrops that shone healthily under the light. His pectoral muscles were clearly defined, and below them, his abdominal muscles were neatly arranged, one piece at a time, like chocolate bars.

Qiu Tong's fingers accidentally touched his skin, and the scalding heat traveled up her fingertips, making her heart tremble again.

She pursed her lips and continued to unbutton his pants.

He pulled down his trousers, revealing his boxer shorts underneath. They were also soaking wet and clung tightly to his body.

Qiu Tong's face turned even redder.

She looked away, took a deep breath, and threw her soaking wet clothes into the basin next to her.

Then she looked up at Su Ming, who was standing there.

He just stood there, head drooping, like a wooden doll, letting her do as she pleased. The alcohol had completely robbed him of consciousness, leaving only a young, strong, and vibrant body.

Qiu Tong's gaze slid from his broad shoulders to his muscular chest, then to his well-defined abs, and finally landed on his straight and powerful legs.

Water droplets rolled on his body, shimmering in the light.

Her heart suddenly started beating faster.

You little rascal, you've got a pretty good physique.

The more she looked at him, the more she liked him, and suddenly an impulse welled up inside her—she wanted to hug him.

"Just give me a hug!" Qiu Tong looked up at Su Ming and saw that he was slumped over with his eyes closed, clearly having already drifted off to sleep.

She bit her lip, mustered her courage, and gently opened her arms to wrap them around his waist.

His warm body pressed against hers, and the unique scent of a young man filled her nostrils, carrying the fragrance of shower gel and a hint of alcohol. She could feel the temperature and strength of his body, the rise and fall of his chest, and her own heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

Just one second.

Then she abruptly released her grip, took a step back, and her face burned as if it were on fire.

No no no.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Let's clean him up and put him to bed early.

She picked up the showerhead again, turned on the water, and carefully rinsed him off. After rinsing him once, she squeezed out some shower gel and lathered it on his body.

She carefully washed every inch of his skin—his shoulders, his back, his chest, his arms…