The Shy Sweet Wife of the Third Master 108: Chapter 108 White Lotus Strikes Again
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My body began to lose balance, my steps unsteady, as if I were walking on clouds. I felt my mind becoming sluggish, and my speech turned vague. 0
 
As the intoxication surged like a tide, I felt as if I were enveloped in a hazy mist, my cheeks gradually flushing with a faint rosy hue, as tempting as a ripe apple. My eyes seemed to be veiled, becoming dreamy and dazed. 0
 
I couldn't help but burst into silly laughter, seemingly wanting to release the emotions that had been suppressed deep within me for so long. At that moment, I forgot all my worries and anxieties, wanting only to indulge in this fleeting moment of abandon. 0
 
However, good times are always so short-lived. Before long, the consequences of drunkenness began to surface one by one. First came a sharp pain in my head, as if countless steel needles were incessantly stabbing at my brain; then a wave of intense nausea surged up my throat, making me feel like I was about to vomit. 0
 
At that moment, Shen Yulin, who had been silently accompanying me, finally noticed something was off. He looked at me with concern, his eyes filled with worry. He apologized to Aunt Guo, picked me up in his arms, and carried me back to the room. 0
 
Once in the room, Shen Yulin gently placed me on the bed and covered me with a blanket. I kept my eyes tightly shut, my brows furrowed, clearly still enduring the pain. He sat by the bed, quietly watching over me, occasionally reaching out to gently stroke my forehead in an attempt to ease my discomfort. 0
 
After a while, my breathing gradually steadied, and the look of pain on my face lessened slightly. Shen Yulin let out a sigh of relief and said softly, "You should rest well; I'll go make you some hangover tea." Then he stood up and prepared to leave the room. 0
 
Just as he reached the door, I groggily called out, "Yulin..." He paused and turned back to look at me. 0
 
I slightly opened my eyes, revealing a hint of confusion and vulnerability. "Don't go..." I murmured. 0
 
Shen Yulin's gaze softened even more as he walked back to the bedside and took my hand again. "I won't go; I'll make the hangover tea and come back to keep you company soon. Just sleep." I had no choice but to close my eyes and wait for him. 0
 
In the kitchen, Shen Yulin found that Aunt Guo had already prepared the hangover tea. He nodded gratefully and slowly turned back toward the room. 0
 
At that moment, a door beside the hallway slowly creaked open, revealing a figure at the entrance. Upon closer inspection, it was Meili. At this moment, she was dressed in a black spaghetti strap nightgown that revealed her delicate and smooth skin; her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall; the thin straps barely clung to her slender shoulders, slightly exposing an alluring collarbone and subtle curves; while the hem of her nightgown barely covered her thighs, showcasing her long and fair legs. Coupled with her exquisite makeup that was both sensual and charming, she appeared even more enchanting under the dim yellow light of the hallway. 0
 
Meili parted her lips slightly and said softly, "Hey there, could you help me find my phone? I can't seem to find it anywhere." As she spoke, she threw Shen Yulin a flirtatious glance and reached out her delicate hand as if intending to rest it on his shoulder. 0
 
To her surprise, Shen Yulin showed no appreciation for her advances; he swiftly dodged her touch with ease and continued walking forward without looking back as if he hadn't seen her at all. Meanwhile, his eyes remained fixed on the cup of hangover tea in his hand as if it were the most important thing in his life at that moment, afraid of spilling even a drop. 0
 
"Please help me!" Meili pleaded sweetly with sparkling eyes full of desperation. However, Shen Yulin remained unmoved by her request; his expression remained cold as ice. 0
 
But Meili did not retreat in response to Shen Yulin's indifference; instead, it seemed to ignite an even stronger desire within her. In her urgency, she didn't even have time to put on shoes before hurriedly chasing after him barefoot. 0
 
 
 
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