Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan assumed that Meng Wantang wanted to rest, and instinctively wanted to get up.

After all, even the nanny was prepared to leave, so it wasn't convenient for him to stay here. Moreover, since Meng Wantang was awake, it was time to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Meng Wantang's arm around his neck tightened, refusing to let go.

"What's going on?"

Qin Chuan was bewildered, feeling utterly confused.

Meanwhile, the nanny, upon seeing the situation, quickly turned around and exited the room at the fastest speed, closing the door behind her.

Anyone who wasn't a fool could guess what might happen next.

The nanny felt that just one more glance might mean she'd have to pack up and leave tomorrow.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Qin Chuan felt flustered, as if his head was about to explode, overwhelmed with chaos.

"Meng... Hall Master Meng, you..." Qin Chuan hurriedly tried to control his emotions, wanting to remind Meng Wantang.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish, Meng Wantang whispered in his ear, "I've told you how many times, don't be so polite with me, don't call me Hall Master Meng, call me Wantang."

"Wan... Wantang..."

Qin Chuan instinctively blurted out, but immediately regretted it.

In this situation, such an address felt too ambiguous.

"You, you drank too much, how about I help you sober up?" Qin Chuan hurriedly added.

Meng Wantang lay on the bed, her arms still hooked around Qin Chuan's neck, her bright eyes gazing at Qin Chuan's face under the dim light.

Qin Chuan, waiting for her response, felt embarrassed under her gaze, his eyes involuntarily avoiding hers.

At this moment, due to Meng Wantang's hold on his neck, Qin Chuan was almost half-lying on top of her.

Fortunately, he used his arms to support himself; otherwise, he would be pressed completely against Meng Wantang.

However, even without being fully pressed against her, he could still clearly feel the warm breath exhaled from Meng Wantang's nose.

Rapid and hot, like a fire burning inside her.

Her gaze was filled with a mysterious emotion.

Qin Chuan knew it was a sign of affection.

But, in his view, Meng Wantang was mostly drunk and stimulated by the emotional topic they discussed earlier.

Qin Chuan dared not think more, unable to take advantage of her.

Helplessly, he could only move his gaze aside, trying to avoid the signals Meng Wantang was sending.

Yet in doing so, his gaze naturally fell upon Meng Wantang's chest.

Due to the hugging and embracing earlier, Meng Wantang's shirt appeared disheveled and tight.

Thus, her chest was accentuated.

Looking at her tightly wrapped bosom, Qin Chuan instinctively swallowed, feeling a surge of heat within.

"My self-control is getting worse, it's all due to this Nine Dragon Creation Skill."

Qin Chuan internally complained.

Immediately, knowing he was being impolite, he turned his head to one side, gazing out the window.

"Qin Chuan, look at me."

Meng Wantang's voice rang out again.

Qin Chuan dared not turn his head, spoke with his side face towards Meng Wantang, "You've had too much, let me help you sober up, it won't take long."

"Drunk but still aware; do you really think a few bottles of beer can get me drunk?" Meng Wantang enunciated clearly.

"Then... I think I'll leave first."

Qin Chuan quickly said, intending to get up and leave.

But as before, as soon as he moved, he was pulled back by Meng Wantang's arm around his neck.

Unbeknownst to him, Meng Wantang's red lips directly kissed his mouth.

"Hmm~~~"

Qin Chuan wanted to say something but was blocked by her lips.

A half-drunk Meng Wantang seemed like a different person, losing her usual gracefulness.

Replaced by a fiery intensity.

Her red lips kept invading Qin Chuan's mouth as if wanting to swallow him whole.

Qin Chuan forcefully broke free.

But within a second, Meng Wantang's lips moved to kiss his neck.

While kissing, she also helped Qin Chuan lift his shirt.

At this moment, Qin Chuan felt his scalp tingle, like being assaulted.

"Meng... Hall Master Meng, please calm down."

Qin Chuan quickly broke away, distancing himself from Meng Wantang.

Suddenly deprived of Qin Chuan, Meng Wantang's eyes dimmed, despondently curled up on the bed, hugging her knees.

At this moment, she wasn't the Tiger Hall Master, just a woman feeling downcast.

"Well... Sorry, it was too sudden, hope I didn't hurt you." Watching Meng Wantang's dispirited appearance, Qin Chuan felt a twinge of guilt.

Meng Wantang shook her head, "It's my loss of composure, not your fault."

At this moment, she felt both ashamed and guilty.

Calming down, she realized how absurd her actions were.

She admitted she was indeed attracted to Qin Chuan.

But thinking of her own impulsive embrace made her wish to disappear.

More importantly, Qin Chuan had pushed her away.

This for her was a cruel reality.

The words 'aged and unattractive' are the most ruthless for a woman.

Qin Chuan stood by the bed, awkwardly watching Meng Wantang.

He wanted to comfort her, but found their relationship, after the incident, suddenly awkward.

He didn't know how to face Meng Wantang in the future.

"I'm fine, you can go, sorry for taking up so much of your time, I'll make it up to you next time." Meng Wantang silently sighed.

"It's... nothing."

Qin Chuan's tongue felt tied, "Then... take care, I'll be going."

After saying this, he quickly walked toward the door.

But before he could open it, Meng Wantang's voice sounded again, "Qin Chuan, is it because I'm old?"

"Huh?"

Qin Chuan froze, hand on the doorknob, turning back to glance at Meng Wantang.

The dim light shone on her delicate face.

It was a typical oval face, poised yet gracefully charming.

Using a trendy term, it was a 'national peace and prosperity' face.

"Not old." Qin Chuan instinctively replied.

"Really?" Meng Wantang doubted, carefully watching Qin Chuan's eyes, trying to spot any lie.

Qin Chuan's gaze was clear, "Of course."

Seeing his earnest expression, Meng Wantang hesitated, "Then why don't you want to touch me?"

After all, many men often think with their lower head.

Especially in such an ambiguous atmosphere.

Unless he wasn't interested in her, Meng Wantang couldn't think of any reason for Qin Chuan to refuse her.

"Uh..."

Qin Chuan scratched his head, feeling awkward.

Should he tell Meng Wantang he disliked feeling like being assaulted?

Forget it, what if she regrets it when sober tomorrow?

Qin Chuan struggled a moment, ultimately choosing silence.

"Alright, I know..."

Meng Wantang's lips curved with a bittersweet smile, her gaze dropped, inadvertently glancing at Qin Chuan's crotch, her expression turned intriguing.

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