Chapter 315: Zhao Qirou's Confession
Struggling to suppress the alcohol stirring inside him, Zhao Dong turned to speak. However, the moment he did, Zhao Qirou threw herself at him. Caught off guard, he was pulled down onto the bed.
"Qirou, what's wrong?" Zhao Dong asked, stunned.
Zhao Qirou gazed at him softly, her eyes slightly red. "Brother, you looked so happy talking with them. Do you even notice me anymore?"
"What are you talking about..." Zhao Dong stammered, feeling awkward.
With her cheeks flushed, Zhao Qirou pursed her lips. She hugged Zhao Dong and murmured against his chest, "Brother, I'm not jealous. I don't care how popular you are or how many women you have. I just... I like you... Brother, let's be together."
Zhao Dong's mind went blank as he stared, dumbfounded, at the girl before him. Before he could react, her crimson lips gently pressed against his.
The soft, alluring feeling of her in his arms was intoxicating. Taking a deep breath, Zhao Dong gripped her shoulders and pushed her away, saying hoarsely, "Qirou, you've had too much to drink."
"I haven't! Brother, I like you... I want to be with you! I want to be your woman!"
Zhao Dong shook his head and said softly, "Qirou, can you please calm down?"
"I am calm! Brother, we're not related by blood! Why can't you accept me? Besides, you already have so many other women, so why can't there be one more? Don't you like me?"
Like her? Of course, I like her. But she's drunk. If I did anything right now, wouldn't I be taking advantage of her?
Zhao Dong gave Zhao Qirou a complicated look and said softly, "Qirou, it's not that I don't like you, it's just..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Qirou suddenly rushed to the window, flung it open, and leaned half her body out.
Zhao Dong's pupils constricted. "Qirou, don't do anything reckless!"
With tear-filled eyes, she looked at him and demanded, "Brother, if you like me, why won't you agree? If you don't, I'll jump from here right now!"
"No, you... don't do this. Can we please just calm down?" Zhao Dong was frantic.
Wiping away her tears, Zhao Qirou said firmly, "Brother... I really am calm. Do you think me saying I like you is just some illusion? No, Brother... I truly like you. You just don't understand my heart..."
She wiped the corner of her eye and whispered, "If you don't agree today, I'll jump this instant. What's the point of living if I can't be with the man I love?"
As she spoke, she started to climb out of the window.
Zhao Dong's heart leaped into his throat. Without a second thought, he lunged forward. The very instant Zhao Qirou jumped, he seized her hand and yanked her back into his embrace.
Tears streamed silently down Zhao Qirou's face as she collapsed into his arms. "Brother... take me, please? After all these years, do you really not understand how I feel? We have no blood relation, and I'm only a few years younger than you. Brother, you have always been the man I love. Brother, I love you, I only love you, and I only want to be with you!"
With tears still streaming down her face, Zhao Qirou kissed him, her lips pressing firmly against his.
Zhao Dong was utterly lost.