Chapter 91: Braking

Tan Mo is drunk.

Long drunk.

Everyone reacts differently when they are drunk, from those who are on top to those who are not, like Hao Ying, who are on top, to those like Tan Mo, who become more and more calm as they drink.

But top or not, it's always drunk.

Tan Mo's skin is very pale, and many people's faces get paler the more they drink, and Tan Mo probably reacts in the same way, but his skin tone is so good that the contrast is not great. He is usually cold and doesn't say much, especially when Qiao Lan is not around, so even Qiao Lan didn't notice anything wrong when Tan Mo sat motionless on the sofa without talking.

It wasn't too much, but it added up to four or five bottles, and Tan Mo, who had never touched a drink before, was doing well to stay on his feet.

When there were many people, Tan Mo had to save face, especially with Hao Ying, but now that she had finally come out and was left alone with Qiao Lan, Tan Mo finally couldn't hold on for almost half an hour.

Or maybe it's amazing how alcohol is something that sometimes feels like your head is still clear, but your brain can't control your physical behaviour, or if it's serious, your brain can't even control it.

Tan Mo is now at the stage where his brain is almost out of control.

The usual Tan Mo, even if she is a pamperer, could not have gone this far.

He was lying on Qiao Lan's back like a large doll, his arms wrapped around Qiao Lan's neck from behind, his cheek buried in Qiao Lan's neck and rubbing against it.

Qiao Lan was so shocked that she almost jumped out of her skin.

This is on the street!

Qiao Lan rushed to hail a taxi and Tan Mo opened his eyes to see the car, got up and followed it.

Suddenly awake again as it were.

The waiter was about to say that he didn't want to pull a drunken guest, but when he turned around, the teenager who had just looked like he couldn't stand up was sitting straight up in the back seat, expressionless but bright-eyed, not a bit drunk anywhere.

OK.

The driver was certain that he had made an error in judgement.

It should be someone's young couple making out and they are looking at it wrong.

Qiao Lan, on the other hand, was amazed to see Tan Mo back to normal, and was confused as to whether Tan Mo was drunk or sober.

One minute later, Qiao Lan believes Tan Mo is drunk.

When Qiao Lan tried to pull it out, Tan Mo tightened his grip even more, as Tan Mo held Qiao Lan's hand tightly.

Qiao Lan felt the numbness of the squeezed hand and was too frightened to move.

Tan Mo followed Qiao Lan's lead until she entered the house, where she had just changed her shoes when the sky suddenly spun around.

Without saying a word, Tan Mo picked the man up in his arms and headed straight for the bedroom.

Qiao Lan felt like she should have squealed in shame at this moment, but I don't blame her, she was really afraid that a drunk Tan Mo wouldn't be able to hold her and throw her to the ground.

Qiao Lan clung to Tan Mo's shirt and in his panic heard Tan Mo say something.

"What", Qiao Lan didn't hear.

Tan Mo carried Qiao Lan to the bedroom door and stood still, looking down at Qiao Lan with bright eyes to hide her happiness, " Uncle Chan Aunt Chan is not home."

Qiao Lan: "...... and then what."

"It's just the two of us," Tan Mo explained again.

Qiao Lan's face burned a little and she grabbed Tan Mo's arm to remind him, "You're underage, what are you thinking?"

Tan Mo frowned and retorted with displeasure, "Graduated."

Graduating is not considered early love.

"But underage," Qiao Lan says, still ruthlessly.

Underage, don't keep thinking about driving!

"Put me down," Qiao Lan said, really afraid that Tan Mo wouldn't be able to hold her.

Tan Mo, in a rare moment of wisdom, understood the meaning behind Qiao Lan's words and instantly became even more displeased, "I can't fall."

"Just in case..."

Before the words were out of his mouth, Tan Mo suddenly crouched down.

"Can't fall," Tan Mo uttered again, "I can still hold you and do squats."

Qiao Lan: "......"

What the hell is a drunken hugger doing deep squats!

She thought Tan Mo was the quiet type when she was drunk, but not at all!

A drunk Tan Mo, whose IQ has plummeted but whose paranoia and childishness have skyrocketed, does ten squats to prove he can hold Qiao Lan, then suddenly says, "I can't do it anymore."

Qiao Lan: "...then put me down quickly."

Tan Mo stares at Qiao Lan in silence for a long moment before sitting down again.

This time it wasn't a deep squat, it was a sit-down, and Qiao Lan, who was in his arms, wrapped her arms around Tan Mo's neck in surprise.

Tan Mo sits Qiao Lan on his lap, and Qiao Lan can kiss Tan Mo as soon as he lowers his head.

Tan Mo looks up at Qiao Lan and his right hand snakes up Qiao Lan's spine and ends up on the back of his neck.

Qiao Lan held Tan Mo's head, sat on his lap and they kissed.

The drunken teenager is less reckless than before, but more experimental than he would normally dare. With his left hand he held Qiao Lan firmly by the waist, pressing her against him, his right hand cemented Qiao Lan's face, biting her lips, the tip of his tongue driving in to break Qiao Lan's teeth.

Wet kiss.

This is something that has not been done before.

The room resounded with the blush-inducing sound of lips and tongues exchanging, interspersed with ambiguous gasps.

Tan Mo is completely engrossed in this more lingering kiss, and Qiao Lan's breathing is so unsteady as she holds Tan Mo's neck, she can barely breathe.

Qiao Lan had to reach out and nudge Tan Mo, only to be met with a sudden jump in his heart by the teenager's amazingly bright eyes.

Tan Mo turned into a wolf cub, staring at her with burning eyes, and finally picked Qiao Lan up again and placed her on the bed next to him, then bent over and pressed Qiao Lan, whose eyes were slightly red, into the soft, fluffy bedding.

Although Qiao Lan had never had a boyfriend before, let alone any relationships with other people, she was an adult in the end, and now with Tan Mo's body pressed against hers, it was already obvious that the teenager's body was changing.

Not to mention the eyes and the ragged breathing.

Qiao Lan is suddenly a little bit reluctant to say no.

With Tan Mo, Qiao Lan really has no principles.

He is spoiled almost unconditionally.

She was inevitably scared because she had never experienced anything like this before, but if she asked herself genuinely, she didn't have the idea of refusing if it was Tan Mo's.

It just feels slightly, slightly early.

But...

But if Tan Mo really wants it and is really holding back...

It's not like she can't...

But will it really hurt the first time? Won't it be bad for your health if you're underage so early? Won't it affect Tan Mo's development?

Qiao Lan's mind wandered, and as Tan Mo's kiss landed on his collarbone and was about to descend, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Tan Mo.

Complete tacit approval is implied.

It's not good for your health if you hold it in for too long, and it's going to happen sooner or later, so it's okay if you do it sooner...

But the next moment, Tan Mo suddenly rolled off Qiao Lan's body.

The teenager rolled himself into a position next to him and rolled himself into a ball with the covers, burying his cheek in the pillow.

"Sorry," the teenager said sullenly, "don't mind me, I'll just lie down for a while."