Chapter 441
Wu Liang frowned slightly, Ye Luotong, with her pale face and evasive eyes, clearly had something on her mind.
In his memory, Ye Luotong rarely showed such a conflicted and complicated look, or perhaps she had never shown such a vulnerable side.
This is not the Ye Luotong he knows, nor is it the Teacher Ye he knows.
"Was I that obvious?"
Ye Luotong brushed the stray hairs hanging in front of her forehead behind her ear and smiled helplessly. She was a complete failure as a teacher.
I never imagined she'd end up needing concern from her students. Sigh, what am I even doing right now...?
"Wu Liang, you don't need to worry about her. She's just like that. Just leave her alone."
"Mmm~! Kid, this wine smells really good. It would be such a waste if you didn't drink it. Do you want to come over and have a few drinks with me?! Be careful, I might drink it all!"
Slumped on the sofa, Qijiu, her face slightly flushed, swirled the red wine in her glass and gave Wu Liang a flirtatious wink.
Her dazed, drunken appearance was exceptionally alluring. Her long, soft, beautiful legs were casually draped over a corner of the sofa, and Qijiu, sprawled on the sofa, hooked her finger and smiled maliciously.
She had to admit that the wines treasured in Wu Liang's house were on a completely different level from what she had drunk before, especially this bottle of unknown red wine.
She only took two sips before feeling a surge of heat throughout her body. Her rosy cheeks flushed red, and the heat emanating from her chest was almost unbearable.
If she hadn't retained some semblance of rationality, if she hadn't still been able to see Wu Liang as a man, she would have already stripped off all her clothes.
It was so hot. The red wine was even more potent than she had imagined. She felt as if her body was melting in the heat.
"You know I can't drink, and Qijiu, you're drinking too fast. You'll get drunk like that."
When Wu Liang saw that the red wine was almost empty, his heart clenched. Although his body could not drink alcohol now, it did not mean that he did not know about wine.
That bottle of red wine must be an extremely antique and collectible item, something that can't be measured by price alone.
As a result Qijiu downed more than half a bottle in no time. Is this idiot drinking alcohol like water? Does she even know that every drop she drank was money?
Besides, he had just reminded Qijiu not to drink too fast, as this kind of treasured wine was far superior to the stuff she usually drank.
If you don't savor the drink and just gulp it down, even someone with a high alcohol tolerance will get drunk. Even someone as renowned as the Little God of Wine as Qijiu wouldn't last long drinking like that.
"Pshaw, I get drunk? You're kidding me, it's just a bottle of red wine."
"If you don't want to drink, then don't. Fine, I'd rather enjoy it all by myself."
Just as Wu Liang guessed, in her state of not paying any attention to savoring the drink and only knowing how to drink it wildly, the strong aftereffects of the alcohol had already swept over her brain.
Her graceful body lay limply on the sofa, waving her little hands and babbling incoherently. Qijiu was now stuttering a bit when she spoke.
Under the influence of alcohol, Qijiu was now slumped on the sofa like a lump of soft flesh, unable to move, and could do nothing but stubbornly shout.
"This guy..."
Wu Liang looked at Qijiu, who was now lying dead on the sofa, and said with a wry smile.
He had just reminded her not to drink too fast, but Qijiu completely ignored him.
See, you've already knelt down. How dare you brag about how great your drinking capacity is? You've really embarrassed yourself now.
"Wu Liang, I'm sorry, Qijiu drank the whole bottle of wine..."
Ye Luotong smiled awkwardly after seeing Qijiu's embarrassing moment. That bottle of wine, which looked very unusual just from its packaging... it must be very expensive...
This was the first time she had ever seen a bottle of wine with such elaborate and complex packaging, even the included bottle opener was studded with a large diamond... Just how rich does one have to be to buy something like this...?
However, this very expensive wine... that idiot Qijiu Jiu gulped it down in no time...
"It's alright. No one in my family drinks except my father. It's fine to let Qijiu drink it since it's just sitting there."
"It's a good deal to get Qijiu in this disheveled and drunken state with just a bottle of wine. I'll take some photos and videos of her acting silly while she's drunk, so I can get some leverage over her."
Wu Liang silently took out his phone, smiled kindly at Qijiu who was lying on the sofa writhing like a maggot, and then started snapping photos of her with a blinding flash.
"Hey you... be careful she doesn't bite you when she sobers up..."
Ye Luotong reached out and patted Wu Liang 'Wu Liang shoulder, kindly reminding her that if Qijiu knew that her embarrassing situation had been photographed, she would fight to the death with the person who took the picture.
"Then Teacher Ye, what are you doing with your right hand?"
"To document the scene of human deaths."
Ye Luotong held up her phone and spoke calmly.
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Teacher Who Didn't Want to Stop Here
Ye Luotong's cheeks were now slightly flushed, because she had drunk some red wine to calm her inner turmoil and panic.
With a charming blush on her slightly tipsy face, Ye Luotong relaxed and slumped onto the sofa, closing her eyes to rest.
She had only intended to drink a little to relax her nerves when facing Wu Liang, but who knew the alcohol would have such a strong aftereffect.
Ugh... my head is spinning... She only drank a tiny bit... She thought her alcohol tolerance was pretty good... but the reality is quite different from what she imagined...
"I should never have touched alcohol."
Feeling a surge of heat in her chest, Ye Luotong, reached out and pulled open her collar, sweat beading on her forehead as she murmured softly.
This wine is way too strong. Is this really red wine? How can drinking red wine make you feel so hot all over?
"Phew... My head's spinning... But it's fine this way... Now I don't have to think about that brat Wu Liang anymore..."
Ye Luotong. The transparent rim of the glass accentuated her alluring, blushing cheeks.
Her bright, gem-like eyes shimmered with watery depths, sparkling and captivating like autumn water.
Being slightly drunk would be best, so she could pretend to be completely intoxicated to avoid Wu Liang's questions.
"And once I'm drunk... I can finally shed the moral constraints of being a teacher..."
Her soft, moist red lips shimmered under the light as Ye Luotong picked up her wine glass, swirling the red wine inside and murmuring softly.
Feeling the burning and heat in her chest, Ye Luotong fiercely tore open her collar, revealing her beautiful bone structure and large expanses of snow-white skin.
Her snow-white shoulders were partially concealed. Ye Luotong took a deep breath, raised her head, and drank the red wine in her glass in one gulp.
The strong aroma of alcohol spread across her tongue, and the intense intoxicating fragrance mixed with a dizzying sensation made Ye Luotong feel surprisingly relaxed.
She must be drunk. Being drunk is the best outcome for her. Only when she is completely drunk can she shed all the constraints of her identity.
She could act recklessly while drunk, completely disregarding that she was Wu Liang 'Wu Liang teacher and the age difference between them.
She is no longer Wu Liang's elder, nor is she Wu Liang's teacher at the academy. Now she is just a young woman who is drunk and acting crazy.
Thinking of this, Ye Luotong reached out and rubbed her throbbing temples, then turned to look at Qijiu, who was slumped in a corner of the sofa and completely unconscious, and chuckled.
It seems Qijiu isn't much better; she collapsed before it even really started. This woman is probably already fast asleep.
It's all because she drank too fast. If Qijiu had just slowed down her drinking pace, she wouldn't have gotten drunk so quickly, and she wouldn't have passed out unconscious.
"A few more drinks should be enough."
With her small, fragrant tongue licking the wine stains from the corner of her mouth, Ye Luotong reached for the wine bottle on the table.
But before she could pick it up, a large hand suddenly covered her delicate, boneless hand and snatched the bottle away.
The gentle warmth traveled from the other person's palm into the depths of Ye Luotong's heart, instantly pulling her somewhat dazed consciousness back to normal.
"Teacher Ye, if you drink this, you'll end up like that person."
Wu Liang pointed Ye Luotong's little finger at the silent Qijiu, then snatched the wine bottle from her hand and put it aside.
Wu Liang took out a towel that had already been soaked in water and handed it to Ye Luotong. He then sat down next to her shoulder and pretended to be her.
"Wipe your face to clear your feverish head. A damp towel will make you feel a little more comfortable and clear-headed."
Wu Liang covered Ye Luotong's face with a towel and said speechlessly.
His gaze involuntarily drifted to the shirt that Ye Luotong had torn, and through the wide slit in the neckline, he could clearly see her close-fitting black lace underwear.
Perhaps because she had been drinking, her fair skin had a slight blush, like jade under the sunlight, white with a hint of pink.
"You no longer resemble a teacher at all."
Wu Liang took off his coat and draped it over Ye Luotong to cover her exposed skin.
But out of the corner of his eye, he still glanced a few times at Ye Luotong's prominent breasts, which rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't set a good example of what a teacher should be like for you."
Ye Luotong folded the wet towel and placed it on her forehead, speaking softly.
Actually, she hadn't drunk too much, nor did she feel dizzy. She just felt a little hot and her head was a bit uncomfortable.
"It's alright, Teacher Ye, you'll always be the best teacher in my heart..."
That's enough.
Ye Luotong suddenly took off the towel from her forehead and threw it hard to the ground.
It's always the teacher, always the teacher, always the teacher! It's always the same every time I see Wu Liang.
"Aside from being a teacher, have you really never had any other feelings for me?"
"Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher, I'm so tired of hearing this. In your eyes, am I just a teacher who can be replaced by anyone?"
Even Ye Luotong didn't know where the anger came from. She became inexplicably angry after hearing Wu Liang call her Teacher Ye again.
She was already tired of it; she had long since grown tired of hearing it. She didn't want to become a teacher, a role that anyone could easily replace.
"I don't want to hear you call me teacher anymore."
Ye Luotong held a wine glass in one hand and placed the other hand directly on Wu Liang's shoulder to prevent him from escaping.
With her slightly flushed and tipsy face close to Wu Liang's, she spoke with displeasure, saying that she didn't want to stop at the teacher-student relationship.
She was unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept it. She could not agree with abandoning the person she loved simply because of age and profession.
"You're drunk."
When Wu Liang saw the seriousness in Ye Luotong, his heart sank. The teasing and playful look on his face vanished instantly. Ye Luotong was serious.
"..."
Qijiu, who was lying in the corner of the sofa with her back to them, suddenly opened her eyes. There was no trace of drunkenness on her face. Her clear eyes were burning with a blazing flame. Her previous drunkenness was completely an act.
Tongtong finally told everyone everything, but did she even think about what would happen next?
After she said those words to Wu Liang, their teacher-student relationship could never go back to what it used to be.
But from a woman's perspective, this older woman really envies Tongtong...
Chapter Twenty-Three: A Teacher's Confession
"I'm not drunk."
Ye Luotong stretched out her small hand and tightly gripped Wu Liang's collar to prevent him from leaving. She raised her rosy face and leaned close to Wu Liang, speaking softly.
The sweet fruity aroma, accompanied by Ye Luotong's breath, wafted onto Wu Liang's face, his intoxicated eyes shimmering like water ripples in their sockets.
She really wanted to know what Wu Liang thought of her and how he felt about her. She had to get Wu Liang to give a clear answer today.
She didn't want to stay by his side any longer, barely managing to be a teacher. After all, everyone's patience has its limits, especially since she was already on the verge of losing her temper.
There was no way to suppress her feelings as she usually did. If she continued to ignore Wu Liang as before, if she continued to seal all her true feelings deep inside her heart as before...
She'll break down sooner or later. Even the most precise and accurate machines in the world can malfunction, let alone humans who are just mortals.
She had been constantly reminded by the teacher-student relationship that she should not cross the line and should not develop inappropriate feelings for her students.
Countless times, she buried the feelings that arose between her and Wu Liang deep within the black box of her heart, preventing them from interfering with her daily life and her ability to judge things.
But the black box in her heart is not a bottomless pit; it has a storage limit. Now, her emotions, which are almost overflowing, are beyond what the black box can suppress.
"Tell me your honest thoughts about me. Am I really that unattractive, so much so that you can't even give me a second glance?"
Under the influence of strong liquor, Ye Luotong had initially felt somewhat ashamed, completely abandoned her identity as a teacher and discarded the cold and aloof image she usually projected at the academy.
All the emotions that she had suppressed deep inside her heart for so long erupted completely at this moment, and the shyness that she had always kept hidden was washed away by the overwhelming heat.
My brain is now a complete mess, making it difficult to think. My dazed eyes have turned into circles of mosquito coils, and I'm feeling drunk.
"I am indeed your teacher, and I am indeed five or six years older than you, but whether it's my figure or my face, I'm a beauty no matter how you look at me, right?"