Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 321 Marriage is Impossible

Lou abandoned Jiang Xing, subconsciously hoping that Jiang Xing said this because she was jealous.

However, he knew very well that Jiang Xing would not be jealous of him.

Lou Qi ran his fingertips across the woman's face, then down to her lips: "Jiang Xing, I want to go to bed with you."

He said, "The object is you."

Instead of with other women.

Jiang Xing was stunned for a moment, his face showing a somewhat awkward expression after being taken aback by these blunt words.

Are you drunk?

"No."

"Drunk people never admit they are drunk."

"Oh, then you're drunk."

Lou Qi had an excellent alcohol tolerance; even after downing so much beer, it didn't quell his agitation. It only gave him a slight, intoxicating feeling, which gradually faded after Jiang woke up.

What if he gets really drunk and does something that will make her hate him? He wouldn't dare.

Jiang Xing raised an eyebrow and launched a counterattack: "A drunk man can't get an erection."

Lou Qi: "..."

It was already past midnight when Jiang Xing steered the conversation back on track: "Go home—go back, or call your personal assistant?"

"Go home." This time, it was Lou Qi who took the initiative to say the word.

Jiang Xing pushed him away and stood up straight.

Lou Qi paused for a few seconds, then stood up unsteadily, his steps faltering, and he almost fell after only two steps.

"Watch out!" Jiang Xing immediately stepped forward to support him.

Lou Qi took advantage of the situation, draping his arm over Jiang Xing's shoulder and leaning almost against her, in an intimate and possessive manner.

As Jiang Xing walked down from the second floor, she saw the man's gaze through the corner mirror. His eyes were fixed on her intently, and he was completely sober!

Jiang Xing's steps faltered subconsciously, and the man took a step forward due to inertia, almost tripping Jiang Xing. Fortunately, he managed to brace himself against the wall next to him.

"Hmm?" Lou Qi tilted his head and looked at her in confusion.

The two were standing close, and when they tilted their heads to look, their faces were even closer. Lou Qi kissed Jiang Xing's lips without any hesitation.

Kissed again.

Their lips touched in a very innocent way.

When he was about to make his third attempt, Jiang Xing turned her face away expressionlessly and helped him continue walking forward.

For a split second just now, she wanted to push this man to the ground!

Jiang Xing rushed out the door, grabbing a car key from the coffee table at random. He drove off in a limited-edition McLaren, which attracted considerable attention when parked outside the bar, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

The doorman, sensing the situation, opened the car door and said, "Please come in!"

"Get in the car," Jiang Xing said to Lou Qi.

Lou Qi glanced around but didn't move.

"Don't embarrass yourself in public, you drunkard!" Jiang Xing couldn't take it anymore and practically shoved the man inside.

She didn't want to hear the gossip tomorrow about "the eldest son of the Lou family getting drunk late at night, suspected of xxxx"!

Jiang Xing got into the driver's seat and drove away quickly, not wanting to stay a second longer.

The interior of the sports car was not spacious, and the silence between the two people made the atmosphere feel even more oppressive and stagnant.

Jiang Xing could even feel the man in the passenger seat staring at her unabashedly.

"Jiang Xing."

"I'm driving."

“That can be home,” Lou Qi continued. “It depends on you.”

Jiang Xing almost slammed on the brakes, his mind reeling with shock. He took a deep breath to barely regain his composure.

"Young Master Lou, stop talking nonsense while you're drunk," Jiang Xing said. "There's a class divide between us; it's unlikely we'll get married."

"Watch your words. Our country is socialist."

"..." I didn't realize you were so good at politics.

"Jiang Xing, who exactly told you that we couldn't get married? Who was it? Or—yourself?"