August 25th, Sunday.
Yesterday, she had booked an alchemy workshop for the 26th and had originally planned to spend Sunday at home properly studying the formulas. But Jiang Han received a message from Manager Qin Shunying—another new commission, another drinking party. As a debtor saddled with debt, of course she would take on a commission with such generous returns.
After keeping a table company over drinks until dawn, Du Ningzhuang sent her back home by teleportation.
The effects of alcohol coursed through her brain. She pursed her lips and cast a wronged glance at the mirror. Her reflection had flushed cheeks and alluring eyes.
Sitting on the bed, she raised onto her tiptoes and slipped her fingers lightly down the side of one high heel, extending them beneath to hook it before pressing down. Her foot, constrained by the shoe, was freed. She removed the other high heel in the same manner, then lazily carried both shoes over and casually tossed them beneath the wardrobe.
She hopped backward, spread her arms, and fell onto the soft bed in the shape of a giant X.
A faint scent of alcohol drifted through the air. Her tolerance was not good—or rather, it was not something that could be trained. And the customers seemed to enjoy watching the spectacle of a wine-selling girl who could not hold her liquor being put in an awkward spot? In any case, though she had tried her best to refuse, she had still drunk two glasses.
Shaking her head, Jiang Han let her thoughts settle. Too unwilling to move, she reached down and fumbled around her abdomen until she found the buttons. She undid every button on her casual shirt, then lazily turned over, reached behind herself, and pulled down the zipper of her skirt.
Fatigue and