nashuaworldcup Chapter 1440 Lin Shenjianyu: Impulsive and Regretful
Chapter 1440 Lin Shenjianyu: Impulsive and Regretful
Lin Junze walked along the street, his restless thoughts like a tangled mess, swirling in his mind, impossible to unravel. He recalled his hesitation at the hotel entrance, Wang Yuran's dejected figure as she turned away, and the unspoken words between them. Regret and resentment grew wildly in his heart like weeds.
The cool evening breeze did nothing to sober him up; instead, it made him even more agitated. Just then, a bar with warm yellow lights on the street corner caught his eye.
He turned and went inside almost without hesitation. The bar was filled with the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco, mixed with deep jazz music, creating a languid and ambiguous atmosphere.
People on the dance floor swayed and danced under the lights, releasing their inner emotions, creating a stark contrast to the silence outside. Lin Junze didn't go to the dance floor, but went straight to the bar, found a corner seat, and said to the bartender, "A whiskey, on the rocks."
The bartender skillfully mixed the drinks, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. Soon, a glass of amber-colored whiskey was placed in front of him, its surface shimmering with fine droplets of water.
Lin Junze picked up his glass and gently swirled it, the ice cubes clinking against each other with a pleasant sound. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The strong liquor, with its unique smoky flavor, slid down his throat, the burning pain instantly sobering him up, but a moment later, it made the emotions in his heart surge even more fiercely.
He sat at the bar, his eyes glazed over as he watched the swaying crowd, but his mind was filled with images of Wang Yuran.
He recalled their reunion today; she wore a beige knit sweater, her gentleness sending shivers down his spine. The alcohol fermented within him, gradually eroding his usual restraint and rationality, leaving only the most primal impulse—he wanted to see her, immediately, right now.
He didn't know how many drinks he had, only that the scene before him began to blur and the music in his ears seemed to drift away.
He paid the bill and staggered out of the bar. The evening breeze made the effects of the alcohol even stronger. Guided by his hazy memory, he headed towards the hotel where Wang Yuran was staying, with only one thought in his mind: to find her and tell her that he loved her, and had loved her all these years.
The hotel room door wasn't locked from the inside; perhaps subconsciously, she was still expecting something. On a whim, Lin Junze gently pushed open the door. A faint scent of red wine wafted out, mingled with her unique fragrance, instantly enveloping him. The room was dark; only the neon lights outside illuminated a blurry figure leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, holding an empty wine glass…
"Wang Yuran..." he called out hoarsely, his voice thick with the smell of alcohol and trembling slightly.
Wang Yuran suddenly turned her head and saw the familiar figure at the door. A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, which was then replaced by a deep sense of bewilderment and longing.
She hadn't expected him to come, much less that he would be so drunk. Lin Junze's figure swayed slightly under the neon lights, carrying a faint scent of whiskey and tobacco, which strangely made her feel at ease.
Lin Junze walked towards her step by step, his steps unsteady, but his eyes were unusually firm, like a beast locking onto its prey. He stood in front of her, looking down at her, the desire in his eyes burning like flames, undisguised. Alcohol completely shattered all barriers and restraint between them, leaving only the most primal attraction and longing.
Without a word, Lin Junze leaned down and kissed her fiercely. The kiss was tinged with the strong smell of alcohol and a longing that had been suppressed for many years; it was domineering and scorching, as if it wanted to devour her whole.
Wang Yuran didn't resist; instead, she responded passionately, like parched land receiving rain. She reached out and hugged his neck tightly, surrendering herself completely to him. Their breaths mingled, hot with the alcohol and intense with their emotions, weaving a fiery scene in the quiet room...
His hand slowly slid down her back, its rough texture surprisingly gentle. Her body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from intense longing. He lifted her up and carried her to the large bed in the center of the room, his movements unsteady yet careful.
He gently placed her on the bed, leaned down, and kissed her again, from her lips to her neck, each kiss burning hot, as if trying to make up for all the time they had missed over the years. Her fingers ran through his hair, gently tugging at it, emitting a suppressed moan. The alcohol had stripped them both of their pretenses, leaving only their most primal instincts and most intense emotions…
The neon lights outside the window continued to flash, but the temperature inside the room kept rising.
Their figures intertwined in the dim light. There were no extra words, only their heavy breathing and heartbeats. The emotions buried by time, the unspoken longings, the desires suppressed for many years, all surged forth in this moment, transforming into the most ardent tide of passion, completely engulfing them.
His movements were both urgent and gentle, as if he were exploring or confirming something. She reciprocated, revealing everything about herself to him without reservation.
Every touch sent shivers down their spines; every embrace held the precious joy of something lost and found again. Alcohol allowed them to temporarily forget past regrets and future anxieties, leaving only the two of them in the present moment, and only this intensely passionate emotion.
As night deepened, the passion in the room remained intense. The two were like two intertwined vines, embracing tightly and drawing warmth and comfort from each other.
All restraint and reason, all hesitation and cowardice, vanished in that moment, leaving only the most primal love and longing. That night, they pushed their passion to its peak, making up for lost time in the most fervent way, and expressing the love hidden deep in their hearts...
As night faded, a faint, pale light appeared outside the window, casting a soft glow into the room through the gaps in the heavy curtains.
The effects of the alcohol gradually subsided like the tide, and the lingering dizziness had not completely dissipated, but reason was slowly returning to Lin Junze's mind, like a cold key unlocking his chaotic thoughts.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Wang Yuran's sleeping profile. The morning light outlined her soft features, her long eyelashes drooped quietly, and her breathing was even and warm, carrying the lingering languor of someone who had been drinking.
But the scene in the copy that should have stirred his heart instead made Lin Junze's heart sink, and an indescribable panic instantly swept over his body.
He lay frozen in place, too afraid to move. The delicate touch of her skin lingered on his fingertips, and the faint fragrance of her body and the aftertaste of red wine seemed to still linger in his nostrils. Last night's scenes flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern: drowning his sorrows in the bar, the impulsive urge to find her, the passionate kiss in the room, and those intimate moments where all pretense was laid bare…
Every detail was so clear that it startled him.
He abruptly turned his head, not daring to look at the person beside him, his eyes filled with panic and regret. His fingertips unconsciously curled up, and his hands, placed at his sides, clenched into tight fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
How could he do this? How could he take advantage of being drunk to do so many things he shouldn't have? There are so many unresolved pasts and unspoken boundaries between them. Everything last night seemed like a chaotic farce fueled by alcohol...
He moved cautiously, wanting to quietly get up and leave, as if leaving would erase everything from last night. But the moment he moved, the sheets beneath him made a soft rustling sound, especially clear in the quiet morning. He froze, holding his breath, and nervously glanced at Wang Yuran beside him, afraid of disturbing her...