Qin Moyao hesitated, holding the small glass of blood to her lips, finding it difficult to swallow.
Chen Yang chuckled, "Don't be so fussy. You've drunk plenty of my blood before."
Qin Moyao's face flushed crimson, remembering the incident at the Golden Age Bar where Chen Yang's blood had been her lifesaver. The memory softened her gaze as she looked at him.
Finally, she tipped her head back and downed the small glass of blood. Immediately after, she rushed to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth, then drank two glasses of water.
Chen Yang was displeased with her reaction. "Come on, it's just my blood, not some guy's... you know."
Qin Moyao looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean by 'you know'?"
Chen Yang had intended to tease her but realized she was more innocent than he thought. Uncomfortable with explaining directly, he said, "You don't know? Haven't you ever watched Japanese adult films?"
Qin Moyao looked even more confused. "Do the Japanese make action movies?"
Chen Yang rolled his eyes. "I'm talking about porn, nicknamed 'Japanese action films.'"
Qin Moyao's eyes widened in realization, her face reddening again. "You jerk, how would I have seen that kind of movie?"
Chen Yang grinned. "Didn't you girls ever watch that stuff together in your college dorms?"
"Of course not," Qin Moyao retorted. She paused, then looked at Chen Yang with disdain. "You think we're like you guys?" After a moment, she added, "Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving."
Chen Yang felt a bit deflated that his innuendo had gone over her head. He had to admit, there was something satisfying about telling dirty jokes to beautiful women.
As they left the elevator, Chen Yang pressed on, "Aren't you curious about what I meant by 'you know'?"
Qin Moyao sighed, "Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth."
Chen Yang smirked, "I meant that you drank my blood, not a man's..." He pointed downwards. "So you don't need to act like it's so disgusting."
Now Qin Moyao fully understood, and the mere thought made her skin crawl.
Red-faced, she pinched Chen Yang's waist hard. "You pervert! Do you have a death wish?"
Chen Yang laughed heartily, reveling in teasing the beautiful police officer.
They left the complex with Chen Yang driving. Both were famished and decided to indulge. They found a nicely decorated Korean barbecue restaurant and settled in, enjoying cold beer and a feast.
Halfway through the meal, a child came by selling roses. Chen Yang bought the entire bunch and presented them to Qin Moyao, who blushed and asked shyly, "Why are you giving me roses?"
Seeing her bashfulness, Chen Yang laughed, "Don't get any ideas, Qin Moyao. I'm just being charitable. Who else would I give them to?"
Qin Moyao's initial happiness faded, and she paled with anger. She thought Chen Yang was being incredibly insensitive.
Chen Yang added, "If you don't want them, I'll give them to someone else."
This angered Qin Moyao even more. "I don't want them," she snapped.
Chen Yang immediately called over the restaurant owner, "Ma'am, would you like these flowers? If not, please throw them away."
The owner happily took the flowers, beaming.
Qin Moyao was livid. Chen Yang chuckled, "Let's drink."
In reality, Chen Yang wasn't emotionally tone-deaf at all. He simply didn't want to lead Qin Moyao on. Chen Yang enjoyed flirting, but he preferred to keep things casual. This was also why he never made a move on Su Qing.
He enjoyed one-night stands but wasn't interested in long-term commitments.
Qin Moyao took a deep breath, realizing she was being unreasonable. Chen Yang was with Su Qing, so why was she debasing herself like this?
Though her heart ached, she quickly composed herself and smiled, "Yes, let's drink."
What followed was Chen Yang's mischief. Qin Moyao ended up completely drunk.
In her drunken state, Qin Moyao fell asleep at the table. Chen Yang didn't mind; he rather enjoyed taking care of drunk beautiful women.
Of course, this was different from when Qin Moyao had been unconscious before. Back then, with her life in the balance, he hadn't been so despicable as to take advantage of her.
After settling the bill, Chen Yang carried Qin Moyao to the car.
He then drove her home, despite having had quite a bit to drink himself. While he didn't condone drunk driving, he felt he had no choice in this situation.
On the way back, he kept the windows closed to avoid being spotted by traffic police or having them smell the alcohol.
Fortunately, the roads were clear, and there were no police checkpoints.
Chen Yang felt lucky as he carried Qin Moyao towards the elevator. However, before they reached it, Qin Moyao, feeling nauseous from the stuffy car ride, suddenly felt the urge to vomit. Chen Yang panicked, spotting a trash can inside the elevator. He quickly rushed over to grab it.
Just as he grabbed the bin, Qin Moyao threw up. The acrid smell made Chen Yang pinch his nose. No matter how beautiful a person is, vomit and excrement smell the same!
Chen Yang sighed in exasperation. At that moment, the elevator doors closed. He quickly pressed the button again, but as he turned back, Qin Moyao had sat down in her own mess.
The scene was truly unbearable to watch.
Chen Yang was at his wit's end.
He realized that Qin Moyao must rarely drink, which explained why she was in such a state after getting drunk.
He helped Qin Moyao into the elevator, inevitably getting some of the mess on himself.
Once in Qin Moyao's apartment, Chen Yang dumped her in the bathroom. He turned on the shower, using hot water to rinse her off. He then quickly went downstairs to clean up the mess.
After cleaning up downstairs, Chen Yang, feeling quite nauseated himself, hurried back upstairs.
When he returned to the bathroom, he found Qin Moyao asleep.
"Damn it!"
Chen Yang rubbed his nose, thinking, "If I don't do this, who will?"
Without a shred of guilt, he stripped Qin Moyao of all her clothes. It was quite a thrill!
Qin Moyao had a great figure, curvy in all the right places. Chen Yang washed her thoroughly, feeling no remorse. After all, this was purely out of friendship!
Of course, Chen Yang didn't go too far. He quickly finished washing her and put her to bed.
After tucking her in and adjusting the air conditioning, he took a shower himself.
Chen Yang had a set of pajamas at her place, which he put on. Then he went to sleep in the other room.
That night, Chen Yang slept soundly.
He wore a mischievous grin all night.
The next morning at seven, Chen Yang was still asleep when he heard Qin Moyao's piercing scream.
He sat up immediately, knowing exactly why she was screaming.
"Chen Yang, you bastard!" Qin Moyao shouted furiously. "Get in here right now!"
Chen Yang got out of bed and confidently walked to Qin Moyao's bedroom. He pushed the door open to find Qin Moyao sitting up, wrapped in her blanket with only her head visible. "What did you do to me?" she demanded.
Chen Yang feigned ignorance. "What did I do to you?"
Qin Moyao was overcome with shame and anger. Tears sprang to her eyes as she said, "Chen Yang, you've gone too far. I thought you were my friend, but you..."
Chen Yang immediately protested, "Qin Moyao, that's not fair! What did I do to you? You don't think I... forced myself on you, do you? Come on!"
Qin Moyao wasn't naive; she knew she hadn't been violated. Still, she angrily said, "But you shouldn't have stripped me naked. How can I face anyone now?"
Chen Yang replied, "Oh, come on. I knew you'd be ungrateful." He went to the bathroom and brought back his clothes and Qin Moyao's clothes.
"Look, Qin Moyao. Yesterday, outside the elevator, you were about to throw up. I went to find a trash can for you. When I turned back, you'd already vomited on the floor. I went to press the elevator button, and when I turned around again, you were sitting in your own mess. You were filthy, and I got covered in it too. What was I supposed to do? I had to give you a bath. Was I supposed to let you sleep in wet, dirty clothes? Do you know how hard this was for me? And now you're blaming me instead of thanking me."
Qin Moyao saw the mess on her clothes and began to understand. But she was still furious. "Couldn't you have called Su Qing to come change my clothes? You're just a pervert."
Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. Damn, he realized there could have been another solution. He had been so comfortable with his actions that he hadn't even considered other options. He was indeed being a pervert!
But Chen Yang's mind worked quickly. He immediately said, "You think I didn't want to call Su Qing? It was already so late, past midnight. I had already lied to Su Qing about not being back yet. If I suddenly called her to come take care of you, how do you think she would have felt?"
Qin Moyao was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say, but the more she thought about it, the more upset she felt. Tears like crystal beads kept falling.
Seeing this, Chen Yang felt a pang of guilt and realized he might have gone too far.
He couldn't stand seeing a woman cry, so he stammered, "I'm sorry, Moyao. I..."
"Get out!" Qin Moyao buried herself under the blanket.
Chen Yang knew there was nothing more to say at this point, so he closed the door and sat down on the sofa.
He hadn't expected Qin Moyao to take this so seriously. He thought to himself, "What era are we living in? People have one-night stands and go their separate ways. Am I supposed to take responsibility just because I saw her body?"