Sex after drinking 100 wines

  Wu Yu dodged the crowd and walked into a quiet alley, where there was a 'door' shop. On the sign above the door hung an old wooden board, nailed to the wall with two rusty iron wires.

  On the wooden board were written a few words that had been blown by wind and rain to the point of being almost illegible. Wu Yu used a great deal of effort before he could clearly make out what was written on it:

  "Disheartened Bar"

  Isn't this where I'm supposed to go? Disappointed, now he himself is a disappointment, whether it's the performance on the field or the position in the hearts of fans, it seems to have reached a low point.

  Wu Yu lowered his head and gently pushed open the wooden door of the bar.

  The bar wasn't noisy, with sorrowful string music playing, a few men sat sparsely at the counter, each one half-drunk. The decadent demeanor, sad music, combined with the dim lighting of the bar, was indeed a bar for losers.

  The boss of the bar raised his head and glanced at Wu Yun, seemingly not recognizing him. To be honest, in this small city of Fengsha, if there was still someone who didn't know Wu Yun, he must have been blind or had never watched football before.

  The bar owner didn't look like someone who doesn't watch football, as he was wearing a Portuguese national team jersey. However, after Wu Yu sat down at the counter, the boss still didn't speak and simply handed Wu Yu a glass of wine, placing it in front of him.

  Wu Yu's discomfort immediately surged up after entering the bar, matching the atmosphere here, he who didn't drink much originally, unconsciously picked up his glass...

  After finishing a glass of wine, Wu Yu subconsciously took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Wang Peijun's number. More than ten seconds later, the call went through, but was hung up by the other party. After a while, a message came over:

  "Xiao Yu, I'm in class now, can I call you back tonight?"

  Wu Yu looked at the phone screen and didn't reply, but put the phone on the bar and continued drinking.

  Time slipped away in the wine cup, Wu Yu didn't stop drinking, drowning his sorrows. The bar owner seemed to have no intention of stopping him either, still pouring glass after glass for him.

  Soon he was drunk, his head spinning wildly, and he fell forward onto the bar, unconscious.

  His wife, who had been pouring him wine all along, stopped her movements at this time, looked at Wu Yu for a while, then took the phone from beside him and dialed the number with ease.

  "Hey, Monica? Your basketball friend passed out at my place, can you come pick him up?"

  The bar owner said nothing more after that and turned to attend to other customers.

  Ten minutes later, Monica rushed out of the Despair Bar and pushed open the door to see Wu Yu lying on the bar counter, reeking of alcohol.

  "How did you let him drink so much?" Monica said impatiently to the bartender.

  "Hehe, he wants to drink himself, can't help it. If he doesn't get drunk, it's even harder for him to say," the bar owner said nonchalantly.

  "He's a professional athlete, drinking so much will hurt his body!" Monica was still somewhat angry.

  "I only gave him warm wine, it won't hurt his body. He's been suppressing himself for so long and hasn't been able to vent, this drink is just right to clear his head."

  "Hmph, I don't care about you!"

  Monica hummed angrily and decided to walk over to help Wu Yu up.

  With Wu Yu's 1.8-meter tall professional athlete physique, how could this petite 'girl' possibly move him? After pulling several times and still unable to budge Wu Yu's body, Monica shouted at the bar owner again: "Aren't you coming over to help?! Be careful or I'll tell Annie that you deliberately got Wu Yu drunk!"

  The bar owner was originally smiling, but after being scolded by Monica, he hurried over to help Wu Yu up and followed behind Monica as she walked out of the bar.

  And in the bar, several people who were originally drinking didn't pay attention to these changes and continued to drink freely, very decadent.

  Monica and the bar owner lifted Wu Yu into the car. Seeing that Wu Yu was drunk like a dead pig, she couldn't help but shake her head and drive away.

  When they came out of the bar, there was still the help of the bartender, but when Monica's car stopped under Wu Yu's building, she could only support Wu Yu who was drunk and went upstairs alone.

  At this time the sky was already dusk, Monica didn't know where she got the strength from, and with great effort, she finally carried Wu Yu back to his room.

  Looking at Wu Yu lying on the 'bed', his face 'color' 'surging' red, still muttering to himself without stopping, Monica felt a pang of heartache.

  "I won't fall down like this... I want to win back the heart of the ball 'fans'... But why don't you care about me either?..."

  Wu Yu's mouth was mumbling unclearly in Cantonese, Monica couldn't understand what he was saying at all. She only knew that after more than two months of injury, Wu Yu returned but his condition was not good, the fans' scolding and booing made him bear a lot of pressure.

  "Maybe the bar owner is right, getting him drunk once will make things much easier." Monica said to herself as she looked at Wu Yu.

  After catching her breath, she used hot water to soak a hot towel and gently applied it to Wu Yu's forehead.

  Looking at the handsome man in front of her with a dazed and confused expression, Monica's heart skipped a beat, and she whispered to Wu Yu: "Although all the fans are booing you now, you have to get back up again, because I'm still silently supporting you behind your back."

  In her eyes, there is endless tenderness. Since Wang Peijun followed Wu Yu to Portugal for a while at the beginning of the year, Monica saw the closeness between the two and knew she had no chance of becoming Wu Yu's 'girlfriend'.

  She, who was originally open and outgoing, chose to lightly bury this period of emotions in the bottom of her heart. From then on, she never revealed her love for Wu Yu again, not even in front of others, remaining silent.

  At this time, she was alone with Wu Yu in a room, smelling the wine and masculine scent on his body. Her heart suddenly accelerated, and her cheeks were slightly red from being sprayed by Wu Yu's wine breath.

  She looked at Wu Yu, slowly leaning in her red lips.

  Can't be with this man, who has had intimate contact with him before, and can also comfort his lonely heart.

  In the dimly lit room, Monica's lips lightly touched her loved one's, though the other person may not have noticed their actions at that moment. Yet she still felt a flush rise to her cheeks and her heart racing with excitement, her breathing quickening.

  More than ten seconds later, Monica's red lips left Wu Yu's lips, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She gently leaned against Wu Yu's chest, feeling his breathing rising and falling and the slow beating of his pulse.

  Wu Yu's forehead was covered with a hot towel, emitting steam that slightly absorbed some of the alcohol. He woke up from his daze, but his head still spun dizzily.

  He felt someone leaning over him and he slightly lifted his head. The person's face appeared before his eyes, yet it was incredibly familiar.

  "Pei Jun, you've finally come! I thought you'd forgotten about me!" Wu Yu exclaimed, embracing her tightly, his voice filled with emotion.

  The 'girl' in his arms moved her lips slightly, but didn't say a word.

  Wu Yu suppressed his emotions for a long time, and finally vented them out when he was drinking. At this moment, seeing the woman he loved, he couldn't help but kiss her and get intimate with her.

  When his lips touched hers, the woman in his arms trembled slightly, appearing somewhat excited.

  Wu Yu didn't pay much attention, he just knew that he needed her comfort now, and he needed to vent out all the emotions he had suppressed over the past month.

  The lamp light is dim, meaning 'chaotic' and 'lost', two figures are entwined on the bed...

  After a long while, the beautiful voice gradually stopped, Wu Yu was lying on the 'bed' with big sweat, his mind was still dazed. The 'girl' in his arms was leaning against his chest, like a bird relying on people, her face was full of happy smiles.

  The room was filled with a fragrant and charming atmosphere, the soft gasps still echoing, neither of them spoke, as if savoring the moment just before.

  Wu Yu looked at the 'flower' board, his right hand gently stroking the girl's hair, and a lot of worries in his heart dissipated. The girl, on the other hand, was like a little kitten, obediently snuggling up against his chest.

  For nearly a month, Wu Yu's suppressed emotions were finally released. Although his mind was still a bit dizzy, the crushing pressure had dissipated, and the future seemed infinitely bright.

  "Pei Jun, when did you arrive?" Wu Yu's face revealed a hint of a smile as he gently stroked the girl's smooth hair and said in a low voice.

  He only remembered drinking in the bar, getting drunk and losing consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Peijun. As for how she appeared by his side so quickly, he really didn't know.

  The girl in his arms just lightly said "uh-huh" and didn't say anything else.

  Wu Yu's hand on her back gradually became less innocent, slowly moving from her back to the front, gently grasping that soft...

  The girl blushed and nodded slightly, her crimson cheeks buried even deeper in Wu Yu's chest.

  Under Wu Yu's gentle caress, their affection was rekindled...

  Blub blub blub...

  When the two were once again in a state of emotional turmoil, a low and mournful ringtone suddenly echoed through the room - Wu Yu's phone was ringing.

  At the height of his passion, Wu Yu didn't want to answer this annoying phone call, but the ringing wouldn't stop, so he had to leave his warm bed, crawl to the bedside, and dig out the phone from a pile of clothes.

  As soon as he looked at his phone screen, what appeared before his eyes was Wang Peijun's smiling face. Was this Peijun calling me?

  Wu Yu thought he hadn't sobered up yet, shaking his dizzy head, but when he looked again, it was still Wang Peijun's smiling face, the name of the incoming caller still those two dazzling words: Peijun!

  The one who called was Peijun, then who was the person being intimate with me just now?

  Wu Yu's heart skipped a beat, and his intoxication instantly vanished. He took the phone with trembling hands.

  "Hello, I just got out of class. Is everything okay?" A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone, surprisingly it was Wang Peijun's voice.

  At this time, Wu Yu's heart was really cold to the freezing point. He hastily turned his head around and saw a blonde-haired, blue-eyed 'girl' half-naked lying on her own wound, staring at him with a resentful gaze.

  Monica!

  I actually followed Monica...

  Wu Yu dared not think about it anymore.

  "Yong, why aren't you saying anything?" Wang Peijun said doubtfully on the other end of the phone.

  "Nothing... nothing, I'm busy with something now, I'll call you back later."

  Wu Yu hastily responded to Wang Peijun's two sentences and quickly hung up the phone.

  He needs time to figure out what's going on.