Little Sea Otter Became Popular Chapter 106 extra 9

 Chapter 106: Extra Nine

By the time Cheng Su drove the car back to the villa, Qiao Dai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had already fallen asleep.

Qiao Dai’s head rested quietly against the seatback, her breathing steady and calm. No one knew what she was dreaming of, but her delicate eyelashes fluttered slightly, evoking a sense of curiosity in anyone watching, making them wish they could glimpse into her dream world.

When the engine was turned off, the car immediately fell into a serene silence. The only sound in the air was the rhythmic breathing of both Cheng Su and Qiao Dai. Cheng Su glanced at Qiao Dai, who was still asleep in the passenger seat. Instead of waking her, he unbuckled his seatbelt and quietly exited the car, intending to carry her out.

Cheng Su walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, bent down, and leaned into the car. He reached out to unbuckle Qiao Dai’s seatbelt, her warm breath gently brushing against his face and causing a slight tickle.

It was already late at night, and the air outside had turned cold, carrying a damp chill like a mist. The moment Cheng Su opened the door, the cold air rushed into the car through the gap, causing the sleeping Qiao Dai to squint her eyes in discomfort.

Cheng Su took off his suit jacket and draped it over Qiao Dai. Supporting her back with one arm and lifting her legs with the other, he carefully carried her out of the car.

The sudden sensation of weightlessness caused Qiao Dai to stir in her sleep. It was as if she was dreaming, yet somewhat aware. The cold air instinctively made her snuggle deeper into Cheng Su’s jacket, the scent of which gave her a sense of peace and security.

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It was as if she were writing in a diary, rambling on about everything that happened that day. From who toasted her to who she chatted with, there was no focus or purpose, only the simple desire to recount her day to Cheng Su.

At the end of her story, Qiao Dai slowly lifted her head. Her eyes lost focus for a moment before settling on Cheng Su’s face again. She smiled happily and said, “Professor Jiang said if I got drunk, it would be troublesome. But Senior Lang Xing said it’s fine, my family can come pick me up.”

Cheng Su’s eyes flickered at those words. He instinctively turned his head to look at Qiao Dai’s expression.

“Qiao…”

His voice suddenly rose, as if he had spoken without thinking, wanting to stop her from continuing. But before he could say another word, Qiao Dai’s soft lips pressed against his, silencing him and leaving him momentarily stunned.

Qiao Dai rarely initiated kisses with Cheng Su, but now, she kissed him on her own. She even reached out and cupped his face with her hands, her soft fingertips gently brushing against his cheek, making the cold skin exposed to the night air gradually heat up.

“Listen to me.”

There was a hint of intoxication in Qiao Dai’s demeanor. Her playful and adorable face now bore a trace of teasing allure. Her eyes were slightly red, her gaze unfocused, and her voice, light and airy, seemed like it could be scattered by the wind at any moment. She stopped Cheng Su from speaking further.

Cheng Su felt as though a flame had ignited within him, surging through his veins and nerves, burning its way to his heart and brain, consuming the last remnants of his rationality. All external stimuli faded in an instant, and the entire world shrank down to just Qiao Dai.

Cheng Su was surprised that Qiao Dai would bring up her family. After all, as far as he knew, it was a painful subject for her. So when she mentioned it, he instinctively assumed it was the alcohol talking and wanted to stop the unpleasant memories from surfacing. But to his surprise, Qiao Dai stopped him instead.

Now, with her warm hands resting on his face and her bright, star-like eyes gazing at him, she continued.

“At that moment, I thought, but I don’t have any family. I have no family here.”

Qiao Dai’s voice was soft and slurred, her eyes seeming to be soaked in the cool mist of the night, making her expression even more hazy under the moonlight. Her gaze drifted, as if she were looking at Cheng Su but also at something far away.

Cheng Su’s heart tightened, and he called out to her in a voice filled with concern: “Qiao Dai.”

The drifting thoughts seemed to snap back to reality at the sound of his voice. Qiao Dai’s blurry gaze wandered in the air for a moment before finally settling back on Cheng Su’s face. She reached out, tracing the lines of his face with her fingertips, from his brow to his eyes, and then downward. A small smile slowly spread across her lips as she spoke.

“And then I thought… I have you.”

As if recalling something that made her incredibly happy, the girl began to giggle. She leaned against Cheng Su’s shoulder, half whining, half boasting, mumbling in his ear: “I have you, Cheng Su.”

Qiao Dai felt a wave of happiness. It wasn’t just shyness that had made her drink so much that night—it was the thought of something joyous.

In this unfamiliar world, she had found her own family, and Cheng Su would come to take her home.

Because she was so happy, she drank more than usual. Or perhaps, deep down, she had hoped Cheng Su would come to get her, which made her so easily intoxicated.

Maybe she was drunk, or maybe she wasn’t. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have said these things to Cheng Su. But now, Qiao Dai felt more clear-headed than ever—more so than at any other time in her life.

And why? Because Qiao Dai knew that, in this moment, she was closer to her heart than ever before.

The moonlight, with its cool hue, reflected in Qiao Dai’s moist eyes, making her face appear even more delicate, like the morning dew on a flower petal—crystal clear and pure. Her fair skin gradually flushed with a soft pink, like a blooming rose petal—soft and tender.

Cheng Su’s hand gently caressed Qiao Dai’s slender back. Her body instinctively curled up before slowly relaxing again, her hand resting on his back.

“Cheng…”

“Don’t speak.”

Cheng Su carried Qiao Dai into the hallway and quickly put her down. Almost instantly, he dipped his head and kissed her.

The man’s kiss was like a storm, wrapped in scorching heat, his burning tongue stealing all the oxygen. For a moment, Qiao Dai felt as if she were being bitten by a wild beast, her body going limp, nearly suffocating.

“The door… the door…”

Her body had overheated, and the moonlight streaming in through the half-open door briefly cleared her head. Her voice, fragmented and breathless, escaped her throat, like broken words or low, seductive breaths, sparking the imagination.

Cheng Su’s arms tightened around Qiao Dai. One hand pressed against her shoulder, the other held her waist. As soon as he heard her voice, he moved without thinking, pushing her against the door and slamming it shut with a loud “bang.”

The cold moonlight was immediately shut out by the heavy door, and the thick darkness inside the house swallowed them whole.

The moment the door closed, it was as if the rational world had slipped away from them both, and all their senses heightened in the dark.

It was a strange sensation—both dull and sharp.

Qiao Dai was pinned against the door as Cheng Su kissed her, one side of her body against the cold door, the other pressed against his burning body. The contrast of temperatures pulled at her senses, leaving her mind blank.

There were no lights, and they could only make out the rough outlines of the room from the faint moonlight seeping in through the windows. As they moved from the hallway to the bedroom, they knocked over who knows how many objects, but neither of them cared. All they wanted was to become one as quickly as possible.

They kissed as they walked. Cheng Su pushed open the bedroom door and fell onto the bed with Qiao Dai in his arms.

Qiao Dai felt as if she had fallen into a soft, thick cloud, or perhaps into a vast ocean—sometimes gentle and calm, sometimes wild and turbulent—her thoughts drifting away with the waves.

The soft moonlight filtered through the white curtains, casting a hazy outline of two entwined figures. The whispered words of lovers floated through the air like a sweet melody, guiding them into a blissful dream.