Chapter 48 So delicate.

The snow fell for a day and didn't stop for several days. The whole city was covered in white, which made it look more solemn.

Jianguomennei Street was still awake at night. Luxury cars of celebrities and dignitaries drove out of Huanye Hotel one after another.

Today, a large-scale hotel industry cocktail party was held here. Only ordinary people were allowed to enter. Chen Hang heard Zhao Manzhi mention it two days ago and laughed that this was the real way to get along with everyone.

Just after seeing off the last important guest and taking the shuttle bus to leave, Zhao Manzhi's body tilted without any signs and fell to the side. Fortunately, Jeffery was holding her up.

Zhuang Youkai lent a hand, pulled her up straighter, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Looks like she's a little drunk." Jeffery's hand didn't fit anywhere, and when he saw Zhuang Youkai take her hand, he quickly took it back, "Holding on until the last moment is the limit."

"What's the point of getting drunk just by drinking red wine? Besides, didn't I ask you to help her block it?"

Jeffery licked his lips gently. How could he put it better?

Half an hour ago, everything was going according to Zhuang Youkai's instructions. Mandy couldn't hold her liquor, so he blocked it if he could. She was also very obedient, smiling, listening, and showing weakness appropriately. Others knew that she was someone close to Mr. Zhuang, so they didn't force her.

It wasn't until the second half of the cocktail party that Zhao Manzhi suddenly asked him, "What does Moutai taste like? I've been curious about it since I was a child."

The legend of this national wine is simply magical, driving its value up all the way, but as long as you haven't drunk it yourself, no matter how others describe it, you can't guess its taste.

But she couldn't buy a bottle to try after all. She usually drank foreign wine at cocktail parties in Shanghai and Hong Kong. Seeing that Maotai was prepared at the cocktail party this time, she was a little eager to try it.

Jeffery warned, "Akai said that you can't drink much. Baijiu has a high alcohol content and it's easy to get drunk."

"Just one sip!" Zhao Manzhi negotiated with him, "One sip won't make you drunk, not to mention that the boss is here."

So there was the scene in front of him.

After listening to him, Zhuang Youkai didn't feel like blaming him. After all, it was Zhao Manzhi who relied on her own power. What could Jeffery do?

But the one in his arms didn't know how to drink, so he dared to drink 53-proof Baijiu directly.

"You are so brave." Zhuang Youkai said, and he took Zhao Manzhi's knees and picked her up horizontally. "Where is her room card?"

"Here!" The drunk man had good hearing. "In the bag."

"..." Zhuang Youkai glanced at her, "Take it yourself, can you take it?"

Zhao Manzhi nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

Jeffery helped to find the room card and put it in her hand. Zhao Manzhi held it with both hands against her chest, as if she was committed to completing the escort mission.

"I will take her back, you don't have to worry about it."

"Okay. By the way, do you need to..."

Zhuang Youkai stopped after taking a few steps, "What?"

"Nothing."

Jeffery was used to worrying about things, and wanted to ask if they should prepare safety measures. But then he thought, after all, Zhuang Youkai was different from Zhuang Youlin. He was so old and still hadn't figured it out. It was hard to say whether it would be possible to achieve that step naturally. If he asked too much, he might be blamed. It's better to have

less trouble than more. Anyway, if it's needed, it should be ready in the executive suite.

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Zhuang Youkai realized after seeing Zhao Manzhi that people don’t change their personality even when they are drunk.

At first, he thought that she was a quiet drunkard, nestling in his arms without moving. When she arrived at the door, she took out the room card and swiped it. Although he tried twice more because of his unsteady hands, there were no twists and turns and it was harmless.

However, her true colors were revealed as soon as she entered the room.

Before she sat down, she kicked off her shallow high heels that hurt her feet and threw them on the short velvet blanket.

Then she whined and said she wanted to drink water. Zhuang Youkai put her on the bed, but she held on to him and refused to let go.

Zhuang Youkai glanced at the shirt that she had messed up. Five minutes ago, it was still as straight as new, but now it was ruined beyond recognition, and even the bow tie was crooked.

"Zhao Manzhi, don't push your luck." He used a tone of teaching Pei Yi, "Count down to three. If you don't let go, you won't have any water to drink. I mean what I say."

She frowned, but finally let go and turned over.

Zhuang Youkai took out a bottle of water from the ice bar in the room, and when he came back, he found that she seemed to have fallen asleep.

Today, Zhao Manzhi's dress was backless, and her smooth skin was exposed at a glance. There was only a slender pearl necklace adorning her shoulder blades, which rose and fell with her slow breathing, like the slight fluttering of a butterfly's wings.

The girl's skin was accompanied by a sweet fragrance, white as snow, and glowing with a pearly warm luster.

She was so defenseless that she showed her young and beautiful body in front of him. Even if it was just the tip of the iceberg, it was a deadly poison.

"Zhao Manzhi." After a long time, Zhuang Youkai calmed down and called her. Unexpectedly, when he spoke, his hoarse voice still exposed his forbearance. "Get up and drink water."

He was thinking that if Zhao Manzhi really fell asleep, he would put down the water and leave. He couldn't stay in this room for long.

Even if he stayed a little longer, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't lose control.

She heard the voice, propped up her body and sat up, rubbing her eyes, "Where's the water?"

He stretched out his arm, "Here."

"It's so far away, I can't reach it." Zhao Manzhi spoke with a hint of being spoiled, "Come closer."

Zhuang Youkai took a step closer, his eyes still on the side, "Almost done, Zhao Manzhi."

But she didn't take the warning seriously, and didn't take the water. Instead, she grabbed his arm, "Zhuang Youkai, turn around."

Seeing that he didn't respond, she tried to pull him forward, "I'm so beautiful today, why don't you look at me?"

Of course he knew she was beautiful, and today she was even more stunning. She was the kind of beauty that even people who are used to seeing flowers and brocade would stop and take a look.

In addition, there are many other images that tease his struggling rational nerves. Her coquettish voice, her warm body fragrance, and the heat of their unintentional skin contact are all maddening.

But she seemed to be unaware of all this, like a rose sticking out from a low fence, swaying in the wind, and insisting on being picked.

Seeing that Zhuang Youkai was indifferent, Zhao Manzhi's eyes darkened a little bit. His hesitation was like a slow slicing. He didn't say a word, but he refused everywhere.

She was still struggling with her thoughts, wondering if it would be disgraceful to go crazy with alcohol, and it would damage his image in his heart. What would she do if it really came to that? Would she be nervous?

Now, she didn't mean to do that at all. Zhuang Youkai's last mercy was not to expose her with harsh words like he did to Vivian.

After a moment of stalemate, Zhao Manzhi lost her temper, and felt dizzy. She simply let go and fell down. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. She pulled the sheet over her face. It was so embarrassing. This was her first seduction in her life, and she failed so completely.

The edge of the bed gave way, and then a hand reached out and tried to pull the quilt off her.

She struggled desperately, but she didn't move.

"It seems that he is conscious." Zhuang Youkai's voice sounded above her head, "Then get up and drink the water."

He was answered by endless silence.

Zhuang Youkai put the water on her bedside, thought for a while, and continued, "Next time you drink, be careful and don't stick to everyone you see. Not everyone has self-control."

Zhao Manzhi got angry when she heard this. Is this Tang Monk in the Kingdom of Women?

She lifted the quilt and revealed her flushed face. "Okay, you have self-control, you keep yourself clean, and don't think that people are so cheap, okay? Sticking to everyone you see, am I a dog-skin plaster?"

The silky black hair spread out, making her beautiful face look like the pistil of a poppy, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.

It was just an angry remark, but it comforted Zhuang Youkai. His tense heartstrings relaxed a little, but he still refused to give in with a stern face, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"If it's for my own good, don't bother me. You've done so many things you should and shouldn't do, and now you're acting like a saint." This time she was really angry, she got up and reached out to push him, "Go! Don't worry about me, I'm not drunk anyway."

There was a huge difference in strength between them, and she was weak after drinking. After pushing him a few times, she felt that he was as immovable as a mountain. When Zhao Manzhi was determined to give up and ignore him, her hand was held, and she was gently pulled forward, and she fell into his arms.

The first thought that flashed through her mind was that his body was so hot.

Through a thin layer of cloth, she could still feel the unusual warmth of his skin. She was nervous and pinched his forearm. Every beat of his pulse touched her heart.

Zhuang Youkai put his arm around her back, and the cold pearls pressed against her skin, making her tremble uncontrollably.

Of course, what was even more deadly was his eyes, an amber sea of ​​desire that almost drowned her.

"Do you think I want to be a saint?" He leaned forward, brushing his nose against hers gently, "I said, it's for your own good."

Zhao Manzhi's body was so stiff that it seemed like it wasn't her own. She held on to her position, even if she lost, and only her trembling eyelashes revealed the tension deep in her heart, "Then Mr. Zhuang admitted that he provoked me."

Zhuang Youkai smiled, and his hot breath swept across her face, "Provoking can't be one-sided."

If this was a crime, they were each other's only accomplices.

She gently raised her face and carefully kissed the corner of his lips, "I apologize to you."

It was obviously a dragonfly touching the water, but it ignited him with an unstoppable momentum, and finally gave him a sparse wind and rain, rapid and warm, all falling on her lips, ears, neck, and shoulders.

The moonlight leaked in from the large French window, and because of the snow that enveloped the sky and the earth, it seemed even clearer and colder.

The pearls she had tied in her hair had long since fallen away, but the two on her ears were still intact. When Zhuang Youkai kissed her earlobes, he felt proud to have received some favor.

As for the string on her back, the dress was too difficult to take off, so he simply tore it apart, and it rolled into pieces, occasionally hitting Zhao Manzhi when she turned over.

At this time, she would hum in a muffled voice, like a whimpering little animal.

Zhuang Youkai helped her put her wet long hair behind her ears, "You are so delicate, why didn't you say anything when you went in?"

Zhao Manzhi hooked his neck, "I don't want you to be too proud and think you are great."

It was always a joke that revealed the true heart.

How could it not hurt when having sex for the first time? Even though her partner was careful enough, even though she was fully prepared and fully accepted the other party, she still gasped and felt so painful that her heart trembled.

But she didn't know whether she was competing with Zhuang Youkai or she couldn't get over this hurdle. She didn't want to give in or lose, even in bed.

Even if she turned into a pool of spring water or a pool of melting snow under him, she had to remember clearly that when dating Mr. Zhuang, she needed the courage to withdraw at any time.

Later, it seemed to snow, and it stopped and stopped, until the second half of the night, when the tug-of-war ended.

Zhao Manzhi, who had been exhausted for a long time, was finally relieved. She didn't even have the energy to take a shower, so she fell into a deep sleep. After Zhuang Youkai cleaned her up, he caught a glimpse of the tears in the corners of her eyes, small and bright, like a pearl.

He brushed them away and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. After doing all this, Zhuang Youkai stood up and looked out the French window, holding a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it.

Why was she crying? Was she having a bad dream?

Or was being together a painful sacrifice for her?

He was too anxious, and he lost his sense of proportion when she kissed him. He just wanted to rub her into his body and possess her without giving up.

The snow pressed down the pine branches, reached its limit, and fell down. Zhuang Youkai watched the whole process intently and silently broke the cigarette in his hand.