Even though Li Yun had been so drunk last night that he was almost unconscious, that couldn't be an excuse for his disrespectful behavior towards his mentor's wife, Su Yuya.
Even if he hadn't done anything irreparable, the fact that he had forcibly hugged her and slept with her all night was already an extremely inappropriate act. This kind of intimate contact was supposed to happen only between couples or spouses.
Of course, casual hookups, one-night stands, and paid sex, which were purely about satisfying physical desires and money transactions, were not included.
It felt like an eternity had passed before Su Yuya's hand finally landed on Li Yun's face. But it wasn't as painful as he had anticipated. Even if she had hit him with all her might, Li Yun, a fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo and a second-layer breakthrough practitioner of the "Fist Scripture," would have only felt a slight sensation at most.
With a crisp "slap," Su Yuya's delicate palm merely brushed against Li Yun's face, like a gentle breeze passing by, causing no discomfort whatsoever.
Li Yun's face showed confusion as he opened his eyes. What he saw was Su Yuya's tear-filled eyes. He was taken aback and panicked, "Auntie Su, don't cry! It's Yun who's at fault. I was just drunk and confused, mistaking you for Yixin, and did such a despicable thing..."
It would have been better if he hadn't spoken. As soon as Li Yun mentioned it, Su Yuya's tears began to flow even more rapidly. Now, he was even more flustered, not knowing where to put his hands or feet, and his mind was in chaos, unsure of how to handle the situation.
"Auntie Su, don't cry. It's all my fault..."
Li Yun raised his left hand and slapped himself again. Just as he was about to raise his right hand to continue, Su Yuya reached out and grabbed his arm, her hand sinking into the soft, plump mounds of her breasts.
Li Yun looked up in surprise, meeting Su Yuya's misty, shining eyes. Her cheeks were streaked with tears as she exclaimed, "You big fool, you're going to drive me crazy! Who's blaming you for that?"
"Ah! She's not blaming me for last night's disrespectful actions? Then why is she so angry?" Seeing Li Yun's bewildered and dazed expression, Su Yuya gently released his arm, and the soft, cushiony sensation immediately disappeared.
She cast him a reproachful glance, turned away to wipe her tears, and after a while, seeing that Li Yun still didn't understand, she said softly, "Last night, you were just drunk and mistook me for Yixin. You didn't do anything out of line. How could I be angry about that?"
"Can being drunk be an excuse?" Li Yun was puzzled, but Su Yuya seemed genuinely not to blame him for his disrespectful behavior. Otherwise, that slap would have been more like a gentle touch than a real slap.
"Auntie Su is angry because you're mistreating yourself and not cherishing your own body," Su Yuya sighed, her eyes glistening. "You know, when I saw you come back last night, drunk and disheveled, I wanted to slap you..."
Li Yun almost forgot about last night until she mentioned it. His heart skipped a beat as he asked, "Auntie Su, were you waiting for me downstairs last night?"
"Of course not," Su Yuya quickly denied, but Li Yun remained silent.
The silence made the atmosphere a bit awkward. Su Yuya took a deep breath and said in as calm a voice as she could, "Last night, I was watching TV at home when I suddenly remembered that you were out drinking and would surely have a headache the next day. So, I made a bowl of ginger soup to help you sober up."
Li Yun's eyes grew moist as he sensed her sincerity and care from her words.
Su Yuya continued softly, "When I went to knock on your door, I found that you hadn't come home yet. I thought that was strange. Just then, I heard some noise downstairs, so I went to check it out and ran into you, completely drunk."
Although Su Yuya's explanation was reasonable, Li Yun knew she couldn't have just "happened" to run into him. How could she have knocked on his door and immediately seen him return?
Su Yuya, though facing away from Li Yun and unable to see his expression, seemed to sense his thoughts and quickly added, "Yun, I'll go back and change my clothes first. Even though nothing happened between us, people might gossip if they see us together."
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Yuya got out of bed and walked towards the door. Li Yun wanted to call out to her, but couldn't find his voice. He watched helplessly as her somewhat lonely figure disappeared behind the door, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. He sighed deeply and collapsed back onto the bed.
"Hey, I've already bought breakfast for you. Why are you still lying in bed?" After an unknown amount of time, Su Yuya's voice rang in Li Yun's ears again.
Li Yun snapped out of his daze, staring at the ceiling, and glanced at the wall clock, realizing that another half hour had passed without his noticing.
He got out of bed reluctantly and discovered that his clothes were missing. He called out, "Auntie Su, where are my clothes?"
"They're in the washing machine!" Su Yuya's voice came from the living room. "You were so drunk last night that you threw up everywhere. Your clothes were beyond wearing, and even my clothes got ruined in the process!"
Li Yun felt a warm surge of emotion in his heart, mingled with gratitude and a touch of guilt. Su Yuya's words confirmed that he had indeed vomited last night. Although he couldn't remember the details, he could easily imagine how messy he must have been.
Li Yun composed himself, found another set of clothes from the wardrobe, and got dressed. After freshening up, he walked into the living room, where Su Yuya had already set the table, waiting for him to have breakfast.
Li Yun stole a glance at his mentor's wife. She was wearing a milky white, silk, low-cut, strapless top. The low neckline couldn't conceal her fair neck, and a platinum and diamond necklace around her neck accentuated its tenderness.
The tight-fitting top clung to her body, revealing her impressive figure and curves. The almost transparent, creamy skin between her collarbones heaved rhythmically, inviting all sorts of fantasies.
The tight skirt hugged her plump derrière, which swayed enticingly with every turn of her head.
The slit in the skirt revealed a pair of long, shapely legs encased in sheer stockings.
The high-quality, near-black stockings made her legs appear even more radiant, white, and smooth, exuding an irresistible charm.
Su Yuya's expression was as calm as usual. Li Yun didn't dare to look at her for long and sat down opposite her, lowering his head.