Can We Say No to Divorce?

Chapter 827 - 577: Extra – Drunken Indulgence (1)

A clean and bright floor-to-ceiling window, with her pressed against the glass, a strong and powerful man behind her.

The glass window was cold.

The man behind her was burning hot.

One side was ice, the other fire.

She was experiencing the pleasure of ice and fire!

"Still a virgin?" Song Xuyao’s voice lingered in her ear.

Tonight, he drove her home.

This was his first time at her place, she knew how to enjoy life, of course, she never lacked money.

Before he could leave, she pulled him inside.

Between men and women, no emotions involved, just purely satisfying physical desires.

And every time, it happened after they drank.

Qiao Xiaoyan’s face was flushed unreasonably, but she still turned back to glance at him.

Hmm, not anymore!

Her first time was with him!

The first time was a year ago, when they were happily at a bar together, they both drank, and ended up in bed together, confused.

Song Xuyao woke up earlier than Qiao Xiaoyan, he did not expect that after she and Bai Ye had a mutual love, she was still an innocent girl!

Of course, he also did not expect to end up in such a relationship with Qiao Xiaoyan.

This girl, she once liked him!

And he, once cruelly rejected her!

But now, they were lying together.

Life sure plays jokes on people!

Song Xuyao lit a cigarette and quietly observed her.

She lay under his sheets, pure as snow, soft as water, traces of him all over.

How long had it been since he let himself go like this, maybe since Song Chenxi passed away, it was his first time indulging like this.

He once went to see Song Chenxi, telling her he would live well.

Was this development with Qiao Xiaoyan considered living well?

Soon, Qiao Xiaoyan also woke up.

Her head hurt a bit, her body even more so.

She thought she would always love Bai Ye, but last night’s alcohol made them both lose reason.

She glanced at Song Xuyao who was smoking, he had already changed into loungewear, standing by the window, exhaling swirling smoke.

This was his home!

A typical single man’s home!

A bit messy and empty, lacking in furniture.

Anyway, for him, as long as there’s a place to sleep and live, it’s fine.

Last night’s loss of control, what did it matter to him?

Qiao Xiaoyan knew he was someone strict with himself, as for her?

She actually would rather indulge with any other man than have a slightest connection with Song Xuyao.

After Bai Ye left, her heart had been empty ever since.

She once thought she would be down and out for a long time, yet the fact was, she lost her virtue under the influence of alcohol.

For someone who is usually a composed forensic scientist, appearing in the room of a man she once had a crush on made her feel somewhat contemptuous towards herself, but what’s needed to be done must still be done.

Qiao Xiaoyan sat up, the sheet slipping off, revealing her fair skin adorned with bruises.

No need to ask, it must have been left by Song Xuyao.

Especially around her waist, clear imprints of five fingers remained.

How intense it was last night was evident by the scene.

She was a forensic scientist; this was her first crime scene with him.

Last night got a bit out of control, her face still slightly red, she calmly took his clean clothes beside her, putting on an item.

Her clothes were on the crime scene floor, reduced to shreds, of course, courtesy of Song Xuyao’s hands.

Song Xuyao extinguished the cigarette, then leaned by the window watching her.

Today was the weekend, neither of them had to work.

Of course, if there were any emergency cases, they had to be on call 24 hours.

At this moment, neither spoke.

He was always arrogant, rarely talking with her.

She didn’t bother with him either, they seldom met.

Qiao Xiaoyan opened her phone, went on Taobao, and picked an outfit from the shop where she often bought clothes.

"I’ll leave in two hours," she raised her eyes and said indifferently.

Not a word about last night’s incident.

The need for two hours was because her clothes would arrive then.

Song Xuyao nodded, "Want some coffee?"

Qiao Xiaoyan had always had high standards for life, she glanced at him, "No instant!"

Meaning, unless it was freshly ground and carefully brewed, she would refuse!

Song Xuyao, a single man, wouldn’t do all that, he raised an eyebrow, "At work, you’d drink instant!"

"This is home!" Qiao Xiaoyan leaned back on the sofa, crossing her legs casually.

Her legs were slim, white, and long; though they were the delicate legs of a typical Eastern woman, they were proportionate.

Song Xuyao glanced at her sitting pose, his throat dry, as if something was about to leap out from his chest, he turned around and went to the kitchen.

He didn’t forget last night, when those legs wrapped around his waist...

For someone who plays with their life as a police officer, there should be nothing that can move him.

Of course, he also hoped that there would be no weakness in his life known to others.

He went to make two cups of instant coffee, handing one to Qiao Xiaoyan.

He drank from his own cup too.

It was nine o’clock in the morning at the moment.

For a man who spends his years both working and living on the edge, time really means nothing to him.

Qiao Xiaoyan looked at her phone, seeing the battery was dead. She opened her handbag and used a power bank, an essential item.

Of course, her bag also contained snacks.

She was in the habit of keeping some chocolate and beef jerky, for those times when work gets so busy that she can’t even find time to eat.

At this moment, even though the instant coffee wasn’t that great, pairing it with beef jerky to fill her stomach wasn’t bad at all.

Her calmness and indifference made Song Xuyao see her in a different light.

For Chinese women, how precious the first time is, goes without saying.

Her first time was given to him last night.

Yet, she didn’t mention a word about it.

At this moment, she was scrolling through WeChat moments, eating, and drinking coffee, as if nothing had changed.

Two hours later, her clothes arrived.

When the doorbell rang, she glanced at Song Xuyao, "Could you get that for me, please?"

Song Xuyao nodded, opened the door to receive the delivery, and brought the package back to Qiao Xiaoyan.

Qiao Xiaoyan took the clothes, went into his bathroom, took a shower, and changed into a new set of clothes.

After she came out, Song Xuyao was smoking while going through a case on his computer.

"I’m leaving!" Qiao Xiaoyan picked up her handbag and walked gracefully towards the door.

Song Xuyao watched her high heels tap on the floor; she had already reached the door when he suddenly called out, "Qiao..."

Qiao Xiaoyan’s hand was on the doorknob, her hand slightly trembling, waiting for him to speak.

Song Xuyao put down his cigarette and walked up to her. "Qiao Xiaoyan, let’s get married!"

Qiao Xiaoyan slowly turned around, her back against the door, and looked at this man. She truly didn’t expect Song Xuyao would say such a thing!

Because they were intimate last night, so she was his responsibility!

Did he need to compensate her with marriage?

"I’m sorry, I have no intention of getting married!" Qiao Xiaoyan gazed at him.

The first marriage proposal of Officer Song’s life was rejected on this sunny morning!

Qiao Xiaoyan continued, "Last night was consensual; there’s no need to bind each other with marriage!"

With those words, she left casually.

Perhaps because Bai Ye is no longer here, being intimate with anyone is no longer important to her!

So, marriage was something she no longer wanted.

She thought Song Xuyao was just like her, with Song Chenxi still in his heart, and he just wanted to take responsibility for last night, hence promising marriage.

Marriage wasn’t what Song Xuyao wanted either!

In the year that followed, neither of them mentioned marriage again, but the hormones between men and women would occasionally flare up.

Every time after a group gathering, they would return to his place and indulge a few times.

It became an unspoken agreement.

Every time after a gathering, she and he...

Just like now.

Only, this time, it was in her home.

This was the first time Song Xuyao had been to her place, and her home felt like it was floating in mid-air. The carefully designed decor and furniture reflected her exquisite taste.

After they played Truth or Dare today, he brought her home.

Then, as usual...

At work, she was calm and decisive.

At this moment, in his arms, she melted like water.

Song Xuyao hugged her from behind, realizing for the first time how soft a woman could be!

They maintained this kind of relationship for a year, neither spelling it out nor making demands of each other.

But, he really liked her body.

She was soft and beautiful.

She liked his body too, strong and enduring.

In this world, men and women have the same needs.

If both find each other pleasing, they easily come together.

After their intense clash, she nestled softly in his arms, their sweat mingling together.

He was becoming a better man, not leaving immediately, but holding her, watching her tremble in his arms and gradually calm down.

She was also becoming a better woman, never rejecting him; instead, she embedded herself deeply in his embrace, letting herself fly and giving him the greatest satisfaction.

He looked down at her, exuding the essence of a woman inside and out.

Qiao Xiaoyan closed her eyes in his arms, letting herself rest comfortably against him.

Not thinking about tomorrow, not thinking about the future, just living recklessly in this moment, doing whatever feels right, such a life wasn’t bad at all.

...

Police station.

Because there was a case early in the morning, Song Xuyao got there early, and Zhuo Yufeng, sharp-eyed, noticed he hadn’t changed his clothes.

"Where were you last night?" Zhuo Yufeng patted his shoulder.