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Kissing was not a difficult task for Xia Yan. Just as Fei Hu was at a loss, Xia Yan pulled his head over and pressed her soft, warm lips against his. Amidst a cheer, their mouths were tightly glued together, and time seemed to freeze at that moment. Fei Hu felt an unprecedented happiness.
Xia Yan's boldness quickly won everyone over. As the New Year bell rang, the hot pot officially began. Women enjoyed these messy dishes, and Fei Hu was also quite happy eating among them. As a big man surrounded by many women, he felt like a flower being adored by everyone. He hardly needed to use his chopsticks; his bowl was always full. Unfortunately, such beautiful moments could not happen every day, so Fei Hu relaxed and chatted casually with the women while eating.
Aju's overly affectionate attitude towards Fei Hu made Xia Yan, who sat on the other side of him, feel very uncomfortable. Fei Hu noticed this and tried to balance everyone's relationships in the middle. After all, they were just having fun together; no one was taking it seriously.
After they had eaten enough, no one spoke up. Two bottles of white liquor appeared from nowhere. By the time Fei Hu noticed, they were already on the table with their caps missing. Fei Hu jokingly asked Xia Yan, "Did you all not drink enough? Why are we drinking again? I can't handle it; the alcohol from last night still hasn't worn off."
Before Xia Yan could respond, Aju chimed in sweetly, "Little brother, a man can never say he can't in front of women. What time is it now? It's the first day of the New Year! So what you drank last night doesn't count; today is just starting. What are you afraid of? A big man shouldn't be scared of us little women." The other women echoed her words, leaving Fei Hu speechless.
Once the wine glasses were raised, it became difficult to put them down. These women either had a high tolerance or were simply caught up in the New Year spirit; two bottles of white liquor quickly disappeared. By the time Fei Hu realized it, two new bottles had already been opened. Seeing everyone so happy, he didn't want to stop them. Xia Yan seemed ready to drink; with a command from her, several women started clearing away the unfinished food from the table and even vacuumed the carpet.
Just when Fei Hu couldn't figure out what these women were up to, Aju slid off the sofa and sat directly on the carpet. The others followed suit, barefoot with their fair legs exposed, treating the floor like a bed. This left only Fei Hu sitting on the sofa alone. Xia Yan came out of the kitchen and pounced on him, pulling him down to sit beside her on the carpet. It felt surprisingly comfortable.
The drinking continued as Xia Yan drank a couple more glasses to protect Fei Hu. White liquor was merciless; soon Xia Yan was lying completely on top of him and didn't move at all. The youngest girl followed suit and lay down on the other side while Aju held her glass high and continued to mingle around as if she were the undefeated champion here.
With joy comes energy; with good friends comes an endless supply of drinks. Fei Hu felt unusually good about his alcohol tolerance that night. Aside from feeling a bit dizzy, he had no other discomforts. By the time they finished more than half of the fourth bottle, only Fei Hu and Aju were still able to speak in the room.
As alcohol began to take effect in his body, Fei Hu found it hard to articulate his words clearly. At that moment, Aju looked stunning in his eyes—her fair face flushed with a hint of red, especially her voice which was irresistibly alluring as she leaned against him with an empty glass in hand and one arm draped over his shoulder. She softly said, "I'm just so happy tonight that I've been drinking freely; look at them—they're all out of it—only I can stay with you until the end."
When Fei Hu turned his head, he caught sight of Aju's delicate neck and then further down—a glimpse of her bare skin. Perhaps due to feeling hot, she had undone two buttons at her collar. When he glanced sideways at her lace-trimmed bra beneath which two full breasts proudly stood out as if ready for display, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Oh my goodness, there’s one on my left leg and another crawling on my right arm. This is unbearable; I can hardly hold on. How can anyone endure this? Fei Hu gasped for breath, his eyes beginning to blur. With so many beautiful women lying on the ground, how could he possibly calm down?
With the last bit of rationality, Fei Hu suddenly got up and realized that the ground was shaking, and the chandelier on the ceiling was actually spinning. He leaned against the sofa and slowly stepped over the bodies of the women on the floor. He wanted nothing more than to collapse into the pile of women, but he didn’t; he held on. As he rushed toward the bedroom and saw Xia Yan's large bed, he was drenched in sweat, feeling as if he were in yet another battle of body and mind.
As soon as he lay down, Fei Hu felt an unbearable heat all over him. First, it was from drinking alcohol; the alcohol was taking its toll. Second, it was the burning desire that arose in a man when he saw a woman. Combined, Fei Hu felt like he was about to ignite. Losing his rationality, he tossed his clothes onto the floor one by one, gradually feeling more comfortable.
In his dreams, Fei Hu suddenly felt something soft pressing down on him—so cool and pleasurable. He struggled to open his eyes. Oh my! Is this really a dream? A woman was lying on top of him. The desire that had been extinguished flared up again. Fei Hu didn’t care anymore; whatever happened next didn’t matter. He just wanted to enjoy himself in the moment—he discarded all notions of morals.
Fei Hu rolled over and pinned the woman beneath him. Her soft body moved like a water snake, making joyful sounds. His hands roamed up and down her body—full, soft, smooth—each touch striking his senses until he could no longer hold back.
Just as Fei Hu was about to remove the woman's clothes and enter her secret place, she gasped and said, “No.” It felt like lightning struck him; this woman wasn’t Xia Yan! Oh no! His muddled brain suddenly snapped back to reality.
Fei Hu shook his head, trying to clear his mind. When he focused again, he realized that the nearly naked woman wasn’t Xia Yan at all but Aju. In a panic, Fei Hu rolled off her and scrambled away from her. When he turned around, he nearly died of shock—the bedroom door was wide open, revealing several women sprawled across the carpet in disarray. Oh no! He almost live-streamed this!
Startled, Fei Hu felt a pounding headache and slight dizziness but couldn’t stay in bed any longer. He hurriedly got up and found his clothes on the floor to put them on first. Then he staggered over to pull a blanket from the head of the bed to cover Aju’s nearly exposed body. Despite how unwilling he felt inside, he couldn’t do that; if he could act like this in front of everyone, wouldn’t that make him a scoundrel?
Fei Hu leaned against the wall as he walked into the living room. When he glanced at the wall clock, it was already five in the morning—he needed to go home. But after taking two steps, he felt heavy-headed and light-footed; there was no way he could drive like this. What should he do? Suddenly, Fei Hu thought that maybe taking a shower would help. With that thought in mind, he pushed open the bathroom door and walked in.
Oh my! There sat Xia Yan on the toilet lid in disarray, her head resting against the back of the toilet tank, sleeping soundly in a rather peculiar position.
Fei Hu approached her and shook Xia Yan gently. She opened her eyes slightly in her sleep and looked at him with an awkward smile: “How did I end up here? I didn’t embarrass myself, did I?”
“Nope, it’s just your sleeping position is quite... unique,” Fei Hu replied with a mischievous grin.
Xia Yan stood up and lightly tapped Fei Hu's chest with her small fists, leaning in to whisper, "You sly rogue, did you take care of Aju?"
Fei Hu shivered; it turned out this woman knew. Oh my! That was close. He hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I don't know how she ended up in bed."
"I don't believe you. I need to check," Xia Yan said, turning around to lock the bathroom door from the inside. Without hesitation, her hand reached towards Fei Hu's lower body.
Wasn't this tempting? Fei Hu wrapped his arms around Xia Yan and they engaged in a passionate kiss. At that moment, it felt as if they were both on fire, their clothes flying off like snowflakes to the corner of the room.
Fei Hu held Xia Yan tightly from behind, pushing her against the wall. Xia Yan cooperatively climbed onto the sink, and at that moment, they became one. In the distance, the sound of firecrackers echoed, but in here, the sounds filled the entire bathroom.
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