Encountering Him While Drunk

After a night of drinking, I ended up bringing home a younger guy, only to find my mom returning with her new boyfriend.

The young man cornered me in the bedroom, whispering, "Overhearing my dad and your mom's intimate conversation, isn't it thrilling, sis?"

1

At the graduation party, I was tipsy and somehow managed to bring a young guy home from the next room.

He was quite good-looking, but his behavior was less than admirable. Despite his young age, he was already a player.

If he hadn't been involved with my best friend, I wouldn't have considered teaching him a lesson.

On the table was a bottle of foreign wine with labels in English I couldn't understand.

I poured two glasses and turned to him, "Since you've come home with me, how about a drink to liven things up?"

He narrowed his eyes playfully, "Sure, whatever you say, sis."

We shared a few drinks, and as the alcohol took effect, we moved to the bedroom.

My thin white T-shirt tore easily, thanks to my years of working out.

In the dim light, I admired his well-defined muscles, tears of appreciation welling up in my eyes.

"Are all young guys this fit these days?"

Hearing my comment, a spark of interest flickered in his previously dazed eyes.

"If you're into it, let's keep going, sis."

I was inclined to agree.

Just as we were about to proceed, the sound of the door unlocking startled us.

My mom's slightly slurred voice followed, along with a man's gentle inquiries.

The atmosphere outside grew increasingly suggestive, and I froze, unable to move.

He suddenly lifted himself, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "How does it feel, sis, overhearing my dad and your mom's intimate conversation?"

2

Lately, I knew my mom had someone she was seeing.

I also knew that man had a son who had just finished his college entrance exams.

But I never imagined that the young player I brought home would turn out to be his son.

The noises outside became more suggestive, and my mouth felt dry as a desert, a thin layer of sweat forming on my forehead.

The alcohol was wearing off.

His slightly narrow eyes were moist and hazy under the light.

As I tried to leave, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand to his waist, his voice hoarse, "Weren't you enthusiastic earlier, sis?

Why back down now?"

My palm accidentally brushed against his firm abs, and I jumped away as if scalded, inadvertently brushing against something else.

He let out a muffled groan, staring intently at me.

"Why is there so little wine left?" my mom's voice murmured outside.

"Let's head back to the room... Lorna might come back later."

"Alright."

Then came the sound of footsteps retreating, and the bedroom door closing.

He lay naked in my soft bed, his eyes moist, his voice hoarse as he called out, "Lorna."

"They've gone back to their room. Want to continue?"

His voice carried a teasing tone, almost like a challenge.

Initially, I only intended to scare him, to show him the consequences of being a player, not to actually do anything.

But as I stepped back, a sudden heat surged within me, urging me on.

He seemed to realize something was off, his gaze deepening. "Sis, what kind of wine did you give me?"

What kind of wine?

I recalled my mom's earlier murmurs, and everything went black.

She had planned to bring someone home tonight, so it must have been... hard liquor.

The air grew hotter, my mouth dry, as things spiraled out of control.

He let out a soft hiss, holding my shoulders, "Then take it easy, sis."

By the time we were done, it was past midnight.

The young guy had incredible stamina; he was fine, but I was exhausted.

I wanted to take a shower but feared making noise that might alert the two in the other bedroom.

"Forget it, let's sleep. You can leave before they wake up."

I forced myself to move, grabbing the blanket from the other side.

"You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor. I'll send you off in the morning."

But he hooked his arm around me, pulling me onto him.

Before I could react, he chuckled mockingly, "We've done everything, sis. Are you still afraid to lie next to me?"

It was definitely a provocation.

Yet, I fell for it, ending up sharing the bed with him.

After all, my floor was tiled, too hard and cold for me to endure.

The next morning, I woke up at dawn.

He was already awake, his face close to mine, his breath warm, eyes unblinking and deep like a spring.

"You get up first, sis.

Let me rest a bit," he said teasingly when he saw I was awake.

I quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed a large T-shirt from the wardrobe, and tossed it to him.

"Hurry up and leave before my mom and your dad wake up."

I opened the door and tiptoed around the living room, checking for any signs of life.

Finding none, I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to call him, only to find him standing right behind me.

Before I could speak, he mocked, "Why are you sneaking around in your own house?"

I glared at him, "It's because of you!

Just pretend last night never happened."

In the pale morning light, he looked at me, sighing softly, "Sis, you're really heartless."

3

I managed to get him into a taxi before dawn.

To avoid arousing my mom's suspicion, I bought two servings of breakfast from a nearby shop on my way back.

As the elevator doors opened, I saw my mom standing at the door, dressed in a silk nightgown with light makeup.

We both froze for a moment.

I glanced back, noticing the other elevator descending, and understood immediately.

"Lorna, you're up early," my mom said, her voice tinged with guilt.

"I had a dream and woke up, so I came out for a walk to clear my head."

A walk that required makeup and a silk nightgown she hadn't worn in ages?

I didn't bother to expose her, handing over the breakfast. "I woke up early and bought breakfast."

After freshening up, we sat at the dining table, eating in silence, both feeling a bit guilty.

Perhaps it was my subconscious, but I sensed a lingering tension in the air.

"Lorna, did you see the wine I left on the table last night?" my mom asked suddenly.

Startled, I almost dropped my spoon.

"Oh... I had a bit when I got back, then went to bed and slept through till morning."

"That's good," she said, relieved, changing the subject. "Now that you've graduated, when do you plan to start working?"

"I'll start next week."

If I hadn't had a few days before starting work, I wouldn't have dared to bring someone home so boldly last night.

Thinking about how things escalated under the influence of alcohol, my head started to ache again.

I worked at an internet company located in an office building near TechHub Oasis, close to the commercial district.

Before leaving work that day, my mom called, saying she was hosting a dinner and asked me to drive over after work.

As I approached the private room, I saw my mom dressed to the nines, standing with a middle-aged man who had a gentle smile.

Beside him was a young man with a familiar smile.

My legs nearly gave out, but my mom caught me just in time, introducing us.

"This is your Uncle Zhou, and this is his son, Felix. He's four years younger than you and just finished his college entrance exams."

So his name was Felix.

Uncle Zhou chimed in, "Felix, say hello to your sister."

Felix looked at me, a slight smile on his lips.

"Hello, sis."

His voice was low, the word "sis" rolling off his tongue with a hint of intimacy.

As we sat down to order, my mom asked what I wanted to drink.

Before I could answer, Felix suggested, "Let's order a pot of coffee. I think sis would like it."

Was he implying something about my skills in tea art?

I chuckled inwardly, maintaining an innocent expression.

"Then let's also get a seafood platter. I'm sure you'll love it, little brother."

My mom cheerfully remarked to Uncle Zhou, "Look at them, bonding like siblings already."

I just smiled, keeping my thoughts to myself.

After the dishes were served, I absentmindedly picked at my food, pretending not to notice the glances Felix occasionally threw my way.

It wasn't until my mom suddenly brought me into the conversation that I snapped back to attention.

"Lorna, look how considerate Felix is. He knew he was meeting his sister and even prepared a gift for you."

I was speechless.

I didn't even know I was meeting them today!

As I regained my composure, I saw my mom taking a paper bag from Felix, seemingly about to open it.

I glanced at Felix across the table, noticing the faint, mischievous smile playing on his lips.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly reached out to snatch the paper bag, forcing a smile. "I'll take a look myself."

When I opened it, I was so shocked I almost dropped the bag.

Inside was a lace lingerie in a unique shade of green, identical to the one he had torn the other night.

My mom leaned over curiously. "What did Felix give you?

Let me see."

My hand shook as I hastily closed the bag, managing a strained smile.

"Thank you, little brother. Your gift is lovely."

I emphasized the words "sister" and "brother," cursing Felix internally for his audacity while planning to stash the item away.

Felix glanced at me, then suddenly grinned and pulled out another gift box from behind him.

"Sorry, sister, I made a mistake.

That was a personal item for a friend. This is your actual gift."

Before I could react, my mom had already taken the paper bag from me, handed it back to Felix, and gave me the gift box.

It was a bottle of perfume, elegantly packaged, with a small, exquisite bottle inside.

However, a quick glance revealed the English label: Green Tea and Rose Scent.

He was definitely doing this on purpose!

Throughout the meal, I kept my cool and acted gracefully, even placing seafood on Felix's plate.

When he asked, "Sister, what are you doing?" I responded with an innocent smile, "I thought you'd enjoy this."

The meal ended in a harmonious atmosphere.

My mom happily remarked to Uncle Zhou, "See how well the kids get along? I told you they would."

I turned to look at her, noticing the happiness etched into every line at the corners of her eyes.

After dinner, my mom and Uncle Zhou decided to take a walk in the nearby square to digest their meal, leaving Felix and me to head home separately.

I nodded and was about to head to the parking lot when Felix called out, "It's hard to get a cab during the evening rush. Could you give me a ride, sister?"

In front of my mom, I couldn't refuse him.

Felix clearly knew this too. Once inside my car, he chuckled and looked at me.

"Sister, you're so well-behaved today, not at all like that night-"

"What about that night?"

I asked, looking out the windshield. In the distance, I saw my mom linking arms with Uncle Zhou as they disappeared around the corner.

"Bold, direct, fiery."

I smiled, turned, and hooked Felix's chin, pressing my lips to his.

"There's more boldness to come. Want to try again, little brother?"

His lips were soft and warm, carrying a hint of mint from a breath mint.

Perhaps due to his youth, Felix's kissing skills were not impressive, even a bit clumsy.

I took the lead, smirking internally: With skills like these, you think you can be a player? You're not cut out for it.

After a long while, I finally released Felix.

The dim car lights and the neon from the commercial street ahead cast a dazzling array of colors on his pale face.

Felix took a couple of shallow breaths, wiping the lipstick stain from the corner of his mouth.

"Sister, you're indeed passionate. Are you going back on your words from that night?"

I blinked innocently. "What words?"

He stared at me silently, and I continued to look at him with a pure and innocent expression.

After a moment, Felix let out a cold laugh, gave me an address, then leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes to rest.

I reached out, tapping lightly on his thigh.

"Seatbelt."

He opened his eyes abruptly, grabbing my fingertips.

"Lorna."

I pulled my hand back, hiding my teasing smile in my voice as I started the car.

"We have work tomorrow. Let me take you home first."

Felix's home wasn't far, and it only took ten minutes to drive him to his apartment complex.

I calculated in my head, guessing that my mom was probably still holding hands with Uncle Zhou on their walk.

Feeling assured, I turned off the car and looked at Felix. "Shall I walk you up?"

He curved his lips. "Sister, you're so proactive."

Feigning innocence, I replied, "Isn't it natural to care for my little brother?

After all, soon my mom will be your mom too."

For a moment, Felix's gaze turned dark and unreadable, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle, harmless expression.

He led me upstairs, and as soon as we entered, before the lights were even on, I pushed him onto the soft bench by the entrance.

His back hit the cabinet, and he let out a muffled groan, his voice softening. "Sister, are you in such a hurry?"

In the commotion, someone hit the light switch, and the room was suddenly bright.

"Felix, we're even now."

I straightened up, looking down at his slightly dazed eyes.

"Stop flirting with young women. Your tricks aren't impressive."

He coughed lightly, sitting up with a hoarse voice. "Are you jealous because I flirt with other women, sister?"

I shrugged. "If thinking that makes you happy, I don't mind."

Then I turned and left.

Back in the car, I noticed Felix had left the paper bag with the lingerie on the passenger seat.

Opening it, I took out the lingerie and checked the label, realizing he had chosen the exact size for me.

I chuckled dryly, stuffed the bag into the glove compartment, and drove home.

That night, my mom didn't come home.

Until the next morning, I had just placed the freshly made omelet on the dining table when she sneaked in quietly.

Seeing me, she stiffened slightly and awkwardly explained, "Lorna, honey, I had a bit too much to drink last night. I didn't want to disturb you, so I stayed over at a friend's place..."

"Okay."

She moved to sit across from me, hesitantly looking at me before finally speaking, "Lorna, there's something I want to discuss with you..."

"Would you like to move to a place closer to your company?

Don't worry, you'll still have your own room."

My eyelid twitched. "Do you mean Uncle Zhou's place?"

My mom nodded, a bit embarrassed.

Truthfully, I'm not someone who easily adapts to new environments. Otherwise, I would have rented a place near the company long ago and wouldn't be driving over an hour to work every day.

But thinking of my mom, remembering how she endured my dad's infidelity for five years until she saved enough money to divorce and move out with me, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

She never accepted any man's advances, always considering my feelings, until now that I've graduated from college.

I couldn't say no.

After a long silence, under her anxious and hopeful gaze, I nodded, "Sure, I don't mind.

It'll be more convenient for work."

My mom let out a long sigh of relief, "That's great, that's great. I'll let Uncle Zhou know today...

What do you think of him?"

"He's nice."

I smiled, "As long as you like him."

6

My mom moved quickly. About half a month later, we packed our bags and moved into Felix's house.

The night I dropped Felix home, I only lingered at the entrance for a moment before leaving, not realizing how spacious his home was.

A single-floor penthouse over a hundred square meters, even the guest room on the second floor where I stayed had its own bathroom.

Uncle Zhou smiled at me, "Lorna, take your time to get used to the place. Your mom and I will go out to buy some things."

Glancing at my mom's happy expression, I nodded, "Alright."

As I stepped out of the room, I bumped into Felix leaning against the stair railing, looking at me thoughtfully.

I didn't intend to engage with him, but as we brushed past each other, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and asked nonchalantly, "Are you happy, sis?"

"What?"

"That night, you said you wanted to cut ties with me. I thought you'd refuse to move in."

His mocking tone was just like that night in my room. "So why are you living right across from me?"

I glanced back.

So the room with the closed door opposite was his.

"Felix."

I raised an eyebrow, took a step forward, and slowly leaned closer to his face, deliberately lowering my voice, "Living nearby makes it easier to drop by at night."

Felix's eyelashes fluttered slightly, the long lashes brushing against my eyelids, tickling.

The proximity made the air between us warm.

However, just as I was about to make my next move, the sound of the door unlocking downstairs interrupted us.

"..."

I shook off Felix's hand, quickly stepping back, resuming my usual gentle and harmless demeanor.

He looked at me, his smile deepening, "You were so bold, sis. Why are you scared now?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

I blinked, "Come on, little brother, my mom and Uncle Zhou are back. Let's go greet them."

When my mom and Uncle Zhou returned, they were carrying bags of groceries.

She was clearly in high spirits, insisting on cooking a feast of her best dishes.

"Who knew Auntie's cooking was so good."

Felix descended the stairs, lazily glancing at my mom, "Looks like Dad and I are in for a feast today."

My mom didn't catch the sarcasm in his words, but I did, giving him a warning look.

Felix just smiled more broadly.

My mom really spent the entire afternoon cooking up a storm.

She even catered to Felix's taste, leaving not a single scallion in the dishes, except for a layer in my soup bowl.

During dinner, Felix suddenly asked, "Does sis have a boyfriend?"

My hand holding the spoon trembled slightly. I looked up at him, feigning shyness, "Not yet."

Felix seemed genuinely regretful, "Sis is so pretty. Why aren't you dating?"

My mom immediately chimed in, "Isn't that right!

Lorna is just too introverted, always focused on studying and work.

She's graduated college and hasn't even held a boy's hand..."

The more she spoke, the deeper Felix's smile grew, and the more meaningful his gaze became.

Finally, Uncle

Zhou spoke up, "Lorna is only twenty-two, still a young girl.

There's no rush for these things."

My mom gave me a gentle look, "Yes, so I'm not pushing her for now-but Lorna, you should still keep it in mind, okay?"

"Got it, Mom." I quickly served her a piece of sweet and sour rib, changing the subject, "Have some food."

The meal ended without incident.

Before bed, Felix cornered me on the second-floor balcony, smiling as he asked, "Why does Auntie think you've never even held a boy's hand when you're clearly experienced?"

"You're not bad yourself. Before freshman year even started, you had your own little fan club."

Felix frowned, "What fan club?

Sis, don't slander me."

I expected he wouldn't admit it and didn't bother arguing.

As long as he stopped bothering my best friend, I had no interest in lecturing him on morals.

"Besides, haven't you already figured out what kind of person I am, sis?"

His words instantly pulled me back to that intoxicating night.

I had to admit, in some ways, alcohol merely emboldened me-faced with a young and attractive guy like Felix, how could I not be tempted?

So in the middle of the night, after my mom and Uncle Zhou had fallen asleep, I slipped out of my room and pushed open Felix's slightly ajar door.

As expected, he had already showered and was waiting for me, his shirt casually open.

Seeing me enter, he wasn't surprised, just softly reminded me, "Sis, don't forget to lock the door."