“I also want to know… what it feels like to sleep in her bed.” “Don’t tell me you haven’t made a move on her?” “No.” “You just met?” “We’ve known each other for over half a year; she lives next door.” Zheng Wei slapped the table. “Damn, I’m impressed!”
Drinking all night, Zheng Wei slept until afternoon, waking with a splitting headache. He called Ye Zhengchen to check on him. To his surprise, Ye Zhengchen calmly stated he was processing Yu Yin’s visa to Japan.
“Made up your mind?” Zheng Wei asked. “What else can I do? Have an affair?” “Let me be honest, Yu Yin isn’t bad. She’s beautiful, has a good personality and family background, and is completely devoted to you. You need to be responsible for your decision…” “I understand, I will.”
Rooftop Edge
Ye Zhengchen, who initially labeled me a playboy, was actually carrying unspeakable pain. I looked at the blurry starlight. Zheng Wei asked, “He’s always been rational and self-controlled; what method did you use to throw all that to the winds?” I bitterly smiled and shook my head, indicating I knew nothing about it. After all, I couldn’t tell him that Ye Zhengchen’s self-control wasn’t as good as he thought and that he was worse than an animal when clothes came off.
Zheng Wei sighed, attributing it to “Fate!” With over a billion people in China, living next to each other felt destined. As Brother Feng would say, not developing an affair with this timing and location would be against heaven’s will. Fortunately, we were both committed to seeing this through.
The night deepened, with exhilarating performances. After another explosive act, the entertainment hall’s lights went out, and music vanished, plunging the space into silence. Just as I was about to ask Zheng Wei if the show was over, the ceiling opened, and moonlight poured through the glass arched roof, illuminating the hall in a dreamlike glow.
I saw a woman on stage. A beam of light revealed a brown-haired Western beauty in a bright red chiffon dress, her fair skin visible. Passionate rock music started, and she swayed her waist around a silver-white pole, her legs elegant and fluid. The atmosphere was electric, with cheers, whistles, and applause. It felt almost too… capitalist!
After a brief shock, I fixed my gaze on Ye Zhengchen, wanting to see if this military man could resist the corruption of capitalist dregs. To my surprise, he wasn’t watching the performance but looking at the empty seat beside him and then at Zheng Wei’s vacant chair, his eyes wandering around the hall as if searching for something.
After a while, he took out his phone and dialed. Soon, my phone rang—I didn’t need to check the caller ID to know who it was.
When the call connected, Ye Zhengchen’s slightly drunk voice was tinged with anxiety. “Where are you, girl?”
I answered honestly. “I’m on the balcony, chatting with Zheng Wei.”
“Chatting?” He looked around again. “Chatting about what?”
“Just casual chat.”
He finally saw me, ended the call, and walked towards us.
Moments later, the balcony curtain lifted; Ye Zhengchen gave Zheng Wei a deep look before pulling me close and speaking loud enough for Zheng Wei to hear. “I forgot to tell you, apparently chatting with him carries a risk of pregnancy.”
Zheng Wei retorted, “As a medical doctor, you need to be responsible for what you’re saying.”
Ye Zhengchen replied seriously, “I’m suggesting you go get checked; you definitely have the capability.”
“Thanks for the advice!”
“Don’t mention it! Let me give you another piece of advice, there’s a good show inside; don’t miss it…”
“What’s the good show?”
“What do you think?”
Zheng Wei suddenly realized, tapping his forehead. “I understand!” I stifled a laugh; if he didn’t get it, explaining would be hard!
Just as Zheng Wei left, Ye Zhengchen pulled me close into his embrace. “You!”
“Why did you come out?” He gently kissed my fingertips. “Don’t like it here?”
“It’s… okay.”
A highly emotional music rang out in the hall. I glanced at the stage; a beautiful woman was undoing her sash, slowly pulling it open and tossing the sheer fabric into the air.
I swallowed. “It’s just… a bit too stimulating…”
“Is that so?” He wrapped an arm around my waist, his other hand lightly caressing my leg. I leaned against him, feeling soft and helpless.
“Senior brother, don’t… tease me.” My throat was dry, and my voice trembled.
My panic seemed to excite him more. His seductive lips curved into a charming smile while his hand slipped under my skirt, reaching my inner thigh…
I shuddered, wanting to retreat but stopped by the balcony railing. Behind me, high-rise buildings loomed. I didn’t dare to dodge—compared to falling from the 35th floor, I’d rather be teased by a pervert.
At this moment, a tall, muscular foreign man walked onto the stage, grabbing the woman’s hand and pressing her against the silver pole. When I saw him tie her hands with a red silk ribbon, I was shocked and forgot to breathe. The atmosphere was intense, and Ye Zhengchen leaned closer, softly asking, “Interesting?”
His body felt hot against mine, and his breath, mixed with alcohol, brushed against my ear, making me numb and itchy. I could only swallow hard, losing my ability to think. My mind blanked, and I replied, “Quite interesting. Let’s go in and watch.”
“I think you’re more interesting than the performance.”
I didn’t dare to agree. The last light on the stage disappeared as the DJ turned up the music, mixed with women’s moans. In the hazy moonlight, I saw people kissing on the dance floor and couples embracing on the sofas without restraint. I was captivated by the scene, my body trembling with excitement, especially under his fingertips’ provocations.
In the darkness, I fell into a dream, involuntarily tiptoeing and kissing his neck, my tongue tracing from his neck to his earlobe.
He held me tighter, wanting to crush me into his body. As I became more passionate, I groped wildly on his back, following his perfect lines. I don’t remember who kissed first, but we kissed as if the world had disappeared. Just as he was about to undo my buttons, someone walked by and cleared their throat.
We turned to see Zheng Wei with an ambiguous expression, holding out a card. Ye Zhengchen took it, looking blankly at the room key for the suite downstairs, assuring us it was up to five-star standards. Before Ye Zhengchen could respond, Zheng Wei added, “No need to thank me, I just want to focus on drinking and picking up girls.”
Many years later, I still remember that passionate night on the quiet balcony when he was so drunk he forgot everything. I later asked him if he would have really gone through with it on the balcony if Zheng Wei hadn’t interrupted. He replied, “I don’t even remember how much I drank, how would I remember what I did?” It’s moments like these that show how important true friends are.
Ye Zhengchen led me inside as the striptease performance ended, rose-colored spotlights flickering with soft music. The people on the dance floor returned to their seats for intermission, and other friends of Ye Zhengchen were also quite drunk.
Especially the “Wu Ge,” who could barely sit steadily, his slightly plump body almost sliding off the leather sofa. When he saw Ye Zhengchen return, he stood up holding a wine glass.
“Where did you go? Come, have another drink.” The wine swayed in his hand, spilling most of it.
“You’re drunk; you can’t drink anymore,” Wu’s wife advised.
“I’m not drunk. Look, how am I drunk?”
Ye Zhengchen took the wine glass from Wu Ge and placed it back on the table. “Wu Ge, you’re not drunk, but I am.”
“You? Drunk?” His tone suggested disbelief.
“I can’t drink anymore. You guys enjoy yourselves; I’ll leave first.”
“Leave?! Didn’t we agree not to go home until we’re drunk? Try leaving and I’ll cut ties with you!”
