Oops! My Inner Thoughts Are Ruining The Plot

Chapter 51: Chapter

Wenzhe stood in the doorway, swaying back and forth. The gray smoke from the wet censer drifted right past him. He was just wearing his loose dark robe, and he smelled strongly of cheap alcohol. He was totally drunk.

Without saying a word, he stumbled past the smoky censer, walked straight to her clean bed, and fell face-first onto it. Just like that, any serious or scary mood was completely dead.

Su Yueqing stood frozen. She stared at the big man hogging her mattress.

[Nine!] she yelled in her head. [What is going on?! Why is the male lead passed out on my bed like a dead fish? Look at his boots! He didn’t even take them off! There is garden mud all over my clean floor now!]

[Ding!]

Nine replied.

[The male lead drank too much wine before coming here. Good luck, Host.]

Su Yueqing frowned in deep annoyance.

[ A jerk who leaves marks on his maid and then brings his dirty boots and bad breath to my room? No way. ]

Cursing him out in her mind, she marched over to the bed. She grabbed his ankles and pulled his dirty boots off his feet, throwing them across the floor.

"What is wrong with you?!" she shouted, crossing her arms. "If you wanted to get drunk, you should have stayed in your own room! Why are you here? Get up and go back to your own place to sleep!"

Wenzhe groaned, rolling over onto his back. His eyes were red and blurry, but he looked up at her with a moody face. He was drunk, but he still knew what was happening.

"You..." Wenzhe mumbled, his voice thick. "You are doing that thing again. You are cursing me in your head again."

Su Yueqing blinked, feeling a bit shocked.

"W-Who is cursing you?!" she said, acting mad to hide her panic. "Why am I even talking to a drunk guy? Come on, stand up and leave! Don’t ruin my bedsheets with your bad alcohol breath!"

She reached down, grabbed his heavy arm, and tried to pull him off the bed. Wenzhe didn’t move at all. Instead, her pulling made him slowly sit up, his heavy eyes locking onto her.

Now that he was sitting, he finally really saw her.

Because she had been running around, coughing, and fighting with his boots, her red silk dress had slipped way up. Her long, smooth, white thighs were completely showing under the candlelight.

Wenzhe stared. His blurry eyes locked onto her legs. He didn’t blink. He just stared for a long, quiet moment.

Su Yueqing looked down, saw what he was looking at, and her face turned completely red.

"What are you looking at, you pervert?!" she screamed.

She quickly jumped backward, looking around the bed to find a blanket or a pillow to cover her legs while shouting at him to look away.

[Look at him,]

[He is looking at me with the same gross look he uses for that maid of his. After sleeping with her and giving her hickeys all over her neck, he really thinks he can come in here and touch me? I will break all ten of his fingers if he even tries!]

She quickly scrambled to the side, grabbed a thick outer robe from the nearby rack, and wrapped it tightly around herself, covering every single inch of her legs and body.

Once she felt properly covered, she placed both of her hands firmly on her waist. She glared at him with pure rage and shouted, "Get out of my room! I want to sleep! Leave right now!"

Wenzhe sat there, swaying slightly on the bed. He looked up at her through his blurry, bloodshot eyes, his face looking deeply troubled. He let out a heavy breath, and the words that came out of his mouth next completely shocked her.

"I haven’t touched her!" Wenzhe slurred, his voice surprisingly firm despite the alcohol.

Su Yueqing froze. Her jaw almost dropped, and her ink-black eyes widened in total confusion as she stared at the drunk man on her bed.

"I haven’t touched her..." Wenzhe mumbled again, shaking his head slightly as if trying to clear the fog inside it.

Su Yueqing rolled her eyes so hard they almost went to the back of her head. "Why are you telling me that? And who are you even talking about?" She scoffed, crossing her arms tightly. "Listen, can you just leave? I don’t want to see your face right now. It pisses me off."

Seeing that he wasn’t moving an inch, her patience completely ran out. She marched right up to the bed, grabbed both of his large, heavy hands, and began pulling with all her might to drag him off the mattress. "Get. Up. Move your big warrior body out of my room!"

Wenzhe frowned deeply as she pulled him. Instead of letting her drag him, his grip tightened around her wrists. With a sudden, effortless jerk of his strong arms, he pulled her straight toward him.

"Ah!" Su Yueqing gasped as her feet slipped, and she collapsed heavily right onto his hard chest.

Before she could scramble off or kick him, his large hands moved to her waist, holding her in place. Wenzhe looked up at her, the blurry, drunken look in his eyes suddenly vanishing, replaced by an intense, deeply serious expression.

He stared straight into her ink-black eyes and asked her in a low, heavy voice, "Why do you hate me so much?"

Su Yueqing froze, her heart thumping hard against her ribs. Being pressed against his solid chest made her feel trapped, and his sudden, serious question caught her completely off guard.

[Why do I hate you?Because you’re the male lead who is supposed to ruin my life! Because you’re a hypocrite who acts all cold and noble but you are just a fool... and a terrible husband]

She struggled against his grip, twisting her wrists to break free, but his hands felt like iron bands around her waist.

"Let go of me!" she snapped, glaring right into his eyes. "Are you out of your mind? You’re drunk! Get your hands off me!"

Wenzhe didn’t loosen his grip even a fraction. He just kept staring at her, his brow furrowed in a deep, troubled line. The alcohol made his breathing heavy, but his eyes stayed locked on hers, demanding an answer.

"Every time you look at me... your eyes are full of disgust," Wenzhe muttered, his voice dropping into a low, rough whisper. "You look at me like I am the worst filth in this world. Why?"