Chapter 82

After several toasts, only a small sip of wine remained in the glass. The girl nestled in Song Ning’s arms, resting her head on his shoulder, holding the wine glass in one hand and resting the other on Song Ning’s leg.

Song Ning also held a wine glass, with his other arm around the girl’s shoulder.

“cheers!”

Song Ning and Qi Ya spoke in unison, clinking glasses again. This time, however, they gazed intently at each other. They tilted their heads back, holding their glasses until the last drop of wine reached their mouths before setting them down.

“Brother Ning, this little bit of alcohol shouldn’t get you drunk! Don’t pretend to be drunk and then do something else!”

Qi Ya took Song Ning’s empty wine glass, placed both on the coffee table, and leaned back into Song Ning’s arms, her charming voice full of allure.

Song Ning understood the girl’s unspoken message: a man and a woman alone in a room, having drunk some alcohol, it would be perfectly natural for something to happen after they got drunk.

He feigned ignorance and said in confusion:

“Do something else? Didn’t we agree to take some photos today? No matter how much you drink, it won’t stop me from being your model!”

Qi Ya gently punched Song Ning’s chest twice, and said coquettishly:

“Ugh! You even remembered the time you made an appointment with her, and you’re so late! Did Sister Yi keep you from leaving the house this morning?!”

Song Ning grabbed the small fist that was pounding against her chest, and brought it to her lips to kiss it:

“Her? She was sleeping like a log this morning; she didn’t even wake up when I left the house.”

Qi Ya blushed slightly and said teasingly:

“It seems that Sister Yi was quite exhausted by Brother last night! Taking photos with someone is much more tiring than exhausting Sister Yi. I wonder if Brother Ning still has the energy to take photos with someone else…”

Song Ning was a little confused:

“Is taking photos really that strenuous? I thought it was just about posing. I’ve never seen anything like this that requires a lot of effort!”

Qi Ya’s pair of watery eyes looked at Song Ning, her full breasts pressed against him, and she said in a sweet voice:

“Then Xiaoqi will take her brother to try it out, okay?”

Song Ning was completely captivated by her, feeling that the girl was hinting at something in her words. Coupled with the alcohol coursing through his veins, his penis was already throbbing in his pants, creating a high tent. He excitedly said:

“Okay! Take me there quickly. Should we try it in your bedroom? Or somewhere else? Or maybe we can just try it here? Look, I’m all ready!”

Qi Ya clung to Song Ning’s arm, stealing glances at his prominent tent several times. Unfortunately, her fists were already restrained, otherwise she would have definitely punched him a few more times. In the end, she could only scold him playfully:

“Ugh! Ning, what are you saying? I’m doing this photoshoot in a very serious way!”

After saying that, she stood up from the sofa, tugged at Song Ning, and Song Ning quickly stood up as well, putting his arm around the girl and walking into the apartment.

Upon entering a room with the door half-open, Song Ning pushed it open.

Qi Ya tried to stop Song Ning from entering her bedroom, but she couldn’t resist the man’s strength and was pulled into the room by Song Ning.

“Brother Ning, this is someone’s bedroom, not here!!”

Song Ning scanned the girl’s boudoir. The furnishings were nothing like those of a young girl. What caught his eye most was the huge picture frame hanging above the bed. The picture frame contained an oil painting of a nude girl. Song Ning recognized her at a glance as Qi Ya, the girl in his arms.

Taking advantage of Song Ning’s dazed state, Qi Ya finally used all her strength to push Song Ning out of the room, complaining as she said:

“How could you do this, brother? You’ve seen all my private parts. I’m so embarrassed…”

Looking at the girl’s slightly sweaty forehead, he wondered if it was because she was too tired from pushing Song Ning, or because she was nervous about being discovered by him.

Song Ning was filled with doubts. Even the most narcissistic person would probably not hang a nude painting of themselves in their bedroom. The bedroom’s simple and clean style was completely unlike a young girl’s boudoir.

Even if you were to rent this luxurious apartment, the monthly cost would be no less than six figures, let alone buy it. That would be an astronomical figure that Song Ning would never even dare to dream of. This girl is not just a simple Twitter influencer.

Although Song Ning had some doubts about Qi Ya’s identity, it was mostly out of curiosity. In her eyes, he was just an unknown “loser,” and all she wanted was his body. Her refusal to let him into her bedroom was just a way of playing hard to get.

“Hey, why did you push me out? That painting is really beautiful, I wanted to take a closer look! Is that you in the painting? Your breasts are so big and round, I wonder if they feel nice to touch…”

As Song Ning spoke, he reached up and placed his hand on Qi Ya’s chest. He touched a soft, yielding mound of flesh, which he squeezed firmly and found to be incredibly bouncy.

Qi Ya let out a soft moan, looking at Song Ning with seductive eyes. She did not stop Song Ning’s lewd behavior, as if she would agree to anything as long as he did not enter her bedroom.

The two staggered, whether from drinking or from poor coordination caused by touching each other’s breasts while walking, it was unclear.

Even so, the two only walked a few steps before reaching another door, and Song Ning had only managed to knead the pepper milk in her hands into a few shapes.