Because she was addicted

After seeing the security guard off.

As soon as Wen Jia closed the door, she heard a thud, and Lu Chenyan behind her fell off the sofa and landed on the ground.

She took a deep breath and turned to help Lu Chenyan.

The man was tall and strong, and she managed to get him back onto the sofa with her hands under his armpits. She was already panting heavily from exhaustion.

Lu Chenyan's coat was covered in mud and debris, making a mess of her sofa and carpet. There were even two dead sticks stuck in her hair, and her once meticulous hairstyle was now a mess like a bird's nest. She looked utterly disheveled.

When Lu Chenyan was with her before, he rarely got drunk.

He didn't even go out for social events; he spent all his time with her.

I don't know what's wrong with him today?

Why did you drink so much?

Wen Jia turned and went back to the kitchen, where she washed the portable container she had used to hold the soup for Wen Lin. Then she started boiling water and cooking noodles.

The water boiled, I added a handful of noodles, and tossed in two stalks of greens.

She's been so busy she hasn't had dinner yet.

When I got back to the living room after cooking, I saw Lu Chenyan sitting on the sofa, looking confused. He was turning his head and looking around, his squinting eyes as if he was wondering where I was.

Wen Jia carried the noodles over.

"You're awake? Since you're awake, let's go back. I'll call Brother Chuan and ask him to come pick you up."

Lu Chenyan drank so much, he definitely didn't come by car.

Wen Jia called Lu Chuan, but no matter how many times she called, he wouldn't answer.

"I'll call you a car."

She hung up the phone, opened the app, and prepared to call a car.

On the sofa, Lu Chenyan finally reacted. He stood up unsteadily, taking small, shaky steps toward her, and stopped in front of Wen Jia.

Wen Jia tilted her head back, holding chopsticks in one hand and her phone in the other.

What are you doing?

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Chenyan had already bent down and pulled her into his arms.

Wen Jia felt a tightness in her chest as her face was buried in Lu Chenyan's sweater. She frowned, threw down her chopsticks, and pushed him away.

"What's wrong with you?"

But Lu Chenyan remained as still as a mountain, unmoved no matter how much she struggled or pushed.

He held on for a while, then seemed unable to stand, his body slumped down and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

He looked up at the blurry face in front of him.

I could vaguely make out a pale, angry face.

Wen Jia appeared countless times in his dreams, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying. As he looked at her, his heart ached, and he frowned, raising his hand to touch the face before him.

"Jiajia, don't cry, please don't cry. As long as you don't cry, you can do whatever you want. Hit me, hit me to vent your anger, I promise I won't fight back. As long as you don't cry..."

He reached out to smooth out Wen Jia's furrowed brows.

But his eyes were glazed over, and he couldn't get the aim right no matter what he did.

"You're drunk, Lu Chenyan. Get up, I'll take you home. Tell me, where do you live?"

Wen Jia knew that he was not in his right mind at the moment, and nothing she said would make a difference.

She stood up, bracing herself against Lu Chenyan's armpits, trying to pull him up from the ground.

But men are inherently heavy, and when they're truly drunk, their bodies become as limp as mud.

She tried to pull hard for a long time without success. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, she lost her balance and fell backward with Lu Chenyan.

"what!"

Wen Jia felt weightless and screamed in terror.

Just as she was about to crash to the floor, Lu Chenyan suddenly reached out and caught her head.

The moment he fell, his head slammed into Lu Chenyan's hand. Lu Chenyan's hand slammed heavily onto the floor, and his body crashed heavily onto Wen Jia.

Wen Jia suddenly felt as if all her internal organs had been out of place.

I couldn't catch my breath, and then I saw my great-grandmother!

She gasped, and before she could react, Lu Chenyan's warm breath was already on her face.

The long-lost feeling, the suffocating sensation in Wenjia was even stronger.

She tried to push him away, but Lu Chenyan kept his eyes closed, his hand holding her head tightened suddenly, and his other hand slipped under her lower back and slowly tightened, his lips pressing down heavily on hers.

The lips were slightly cool, carrying a strong smell of alcohol and breath.

Their lips were pressed tightly together, leaving no gap.

Lu Chenyan seemed to be immersed in a nightmare. His fingers ran through her long hair and held the back of her head tightly. His other hand did not let go of her either, pinching her waist and pressing her tightly into his arms, like a fish out of water, desperately craving the nourishment of water.

Wen Jia's body went limp from his kisses, and her breathing became completely disordered.

She pushed against his chest.

But Lu Chenyan's chest was as hard as a steel plate.

She opened her mouth to bite.

But as soon as it opened, Lu Chenyan, like an all-pervasive catfish, seized the opportunity to invade, conquering and greedily absorbing everything.

Wen Jia felt like she was meat at the mercy of others.

They don't even have the right to jump around.

What she found even more hateful was that she actually missed Lu Chenyan's kisses.

What a jerk!

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and spotted the stool. She grabbed the stool, intending to smash it at Lu Chenyan, but then worried about hurting him. Instead, she grabbed a slipper that had fallen to the side and smacked it against the back of Lu Chenyan's head.

Lu Chenyan let out a muffled groan.

The movement stopped as well.

Wen Jia, panting, said, "Lu Chenyan, what did you post... um!"

In just two seconds, before she could even finish speaking, Lu Chenyan kissed her like a madman.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was erratic.

Wen Jia slapped his back repeatedly, but he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

Oh no.

This struggle and the minor pains only excited him more.

The tension in his brain seemed to snap, and he had only one thought in his mind: to kiss her and possess her.

Wen Jia is his!

Wherever he goes, it's his!

Wenjia, she is soft and fragrant.

Wen Jia gradually lost her strength, tears began to well up in her eyes, and her mind went completely blank.

Lu Chenyan has truly gone mad.

A deep sense of humiliation welled up inside me.

Wen Jia gritted her teeth, grabbed a stool, and smashed it hard against Lu Chenyan.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Wen Jia didn't even know where she hit Lu Chenyan, but the feel of the hand told her that she had hit him, and quite hard.

Lu Chenyan gasped for breath and propped himself up.

In the living room, only their breathing remained, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Wen Jia's face flushed red, and her brown hair was a mess on the ground.

Eyes facing each other.

"Clatter!"

A drop of blood fell and landed on Wen Jia's face, burning hot.

Then came the second drop, and the third drop.

Lu Chenyan, in a fit of rage, bit Wen Jia's lips, then rolled his eyes and collapsed onto her with a thud.

Everything finally quieted down.

Wen Jia pushed Lu Chenyan away forcefully, sat on the ground almost exhausted, and took several breaths before she felt herself recover.

Fearing she might accidentally crush Lu Chenyan with a stool, she quickly checked his breathing; he was still alive.

The man lay motionless on the ground; it was unclear whether he had been knocked unconscious by her or was simply drunk.

A pool of blood on his forehead.

There was a gash along the hairline, and blood was seeping out, which looked rather frightening.

Wen Jia got up, propped herself up, and stood by the dining table for a while before getting the first-aid kit.

……

When Lu Chenyan woke up, he found himself lying on the floor, covered with a blanket.

He moved slightly, but his head was throbbing as if it were about to explode.

Touching his forehead, he hissed and gasped in pain.

The room was dark, with only a faint light coming in through the window from the streetlights outside. He sat up and looked at his watch.

Four o'clock in the morning.

A terrible biological clock.

Even when drunk, he still wakes up at four o'clock without fail.

He slowly began to remember what happened last night.

But he has no regrets.