bacchusnovels Chapter 488 Qiu Zhang's Night Raid
Chapter 488 Qiu Zhang's Night Raid
Chapter 488 Qiu Zhang's Night Raid
hot.
This was Qiu Zhang's first feeling after the strong liquor went down his throat.
The burning sensation of the liquor flowed down his throat, and Qiu Zhang's eyes narrowed slightly, almost as if he were about to cough.
The stinging sensation immediately brought her back to her senses, and she endured it, not letting herself show any discomfort.
But the spicy taste spread rapidly throughout her body, rushing straight to her brain, making her feel dizzy, as if a fire was burning inside her, intense and rapid.
Sean couldn't help but find it amusing to see Cho Chang trying so hard to suppress his cough.
Of course, there was more pity than anything else.
It seems he had already anticipated what was going to happen tonight.
The alcohol flushed Cho Chang's cheeks, but she maintained a nonchalant demeanor, turning to Sean and offering him the drink, saying casually, "Professor, would you like a sip?"
Under Qiu Zhang's expectant gaze, Sean slowly took the bottle and took a sip.
The liquor slid over his lips and teeth, quickly bringing a warm sensation, and the alcohol made his eyes instantly glazed over.
That slightly tipsy expression, tinged with a hazy confusion, seemed to suggest that he was immersed in some world far removed from reality.
"A man who's three-tenths drunk can make you cry" is probably a good example of this.
Seeing Professor Phillips return to a dazed state, Qiu Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, she took out the sheet of paper with the interview questions written on it from Rita, looked at Sean, and asked.
"Professor, I've always been a loyal reader of your novels. I've always wanted to ask you, when did you write your first novel?"
Sean was about to answer when his expression suddenly changed, and he seemed to become a little more sober.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Zhang quickly handed over the wine bottle, his eyes filled with urgency.
Sean didn't drink it directly, but just stared at her intently.
Qiu Zhang understood, quickly took the wine bottle, and took a sip himself first.
The hot liquor slid down her throat again, bringing a warm, numbing sensation. She immediately handed the bottle to Sean.
Sean pretended to be dazed as he took the bottle and took another sip.
This time, the dazed look in his eyes spread again.
"My first novel—" he murmured to himself, "was probably—a long time ago." He paused, tilting his head slightly, "when I was still in school. At that time, I didn't have any real plans. I just wanted to write something and see if I could finish it."
Cho Chang didn't interrupt Sean; he simply rested his chin on his hands and watched him continue quietly, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
"Back then, I wrote simple stories, which may not have been very mature." Sean smiled gently, with a touch of nostalgia, "but every page was my hard work, and the feeling of starting from scratch was incomparable."
He paused, looked up at Qiu Zhang, and said in a low voice, "I don't remember exactly which year it was, maybe it was more than ten years ago when I was in fifth grade."
Qiu Zhang lowered his head, writing in his notebook while silently calculating in his mind.
More than a decade ago, perhaps when the professor was still at Hogwarts, he began his own creation.
Back then, he was nowhere near as famous or accomplished as he is today.
In fact, no one would believe that a young man could have come this far.
She nodded slightly and said softly, "That story must have been quite special, right?"
This question was not included in Rita's interview questions, but rather was "improvised" by Akiharu.
More accurately, it was the question that Akiharu himself wanted to ask.
Sean's lips curled into a slight smile, but his gaze deepened. "Yes, every author has a beginning story, and that story is always the most authentic and pure." He paused, then, as if realizing something, his eyes cleared. "What do you want to know? About that book?"
Qiu Zhang quickly snapped out of his reverie. Seeing that Sean had regained some of his senses, he took the wine, gulped it down, and then let out a drunken burp without a care for appearances.
The alcohol made her feel a little sluggish, but she forced herself to concentrate and continue asking questions.
"I'd like to know—" she said hesitantly, "what inspired your first novel?"
Sean lowered his head, took a sip of his drink, and slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling some distant past.
"Inspiration—" he repeated the word softly, "Inspiration—back then I kept thinking, what kind of story can truly move people? Is it a hero's adventure? Or a tragic love story? No, it might be some deepest desire in human nature, or the purest fear."
He paused, opened his eyes, and his gaze regained some clarity. Seeing this, Qiu Zhang immediately reacted, quickly grabbing the wine bottle—
But this time, the bottle was empty.
It wasn't surprising that the bottles were empty from frequent drinking, but Qiu Zhang wasn't worried. She was prepared.
She took an unopened bottle of wine out of her bag, unscrewed the cap without hesitation, and took a big gulp, feeling the wine burning down her throat once again.
After a few drinks, Qiu Zhang's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were much more glazed, but she still remembered her mission for the day—
Interview with Professor Phillips!
only----
As the effects of the alcohol intensified, Qiu Zhang felt a heat spreading through his body.
But the burning sensation did not diminish over time; instead, it grew stronger, making her feel as if she were burning in a raging fire, her whole body covered in a thin layer of sweat.
She unconsciously tugged at her collar, feeling her breathing quicken, and even her vision began to blur, with Sean's figure gradually swaying in her field of vision.
It's so hot!
She thought she needed to find a way to relieve her discomfort, so she started unbuttoning her clothes.
Sean's gaze slowly moved upwards from the slender arm that Cho Chang had exposed.
At this moment, Qiu Zhang had changed into a blue nightgown. Impatiently, she unbuttoned the top two buttons, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin and delicate collarbone.
"Professor, please continue—"
"My inspiration at that time came from—my own anxieties. Fear of the future, doubts about whether I could achieve a certain goal. So, I wrote a story about a person who constantly searches for himself but can never find the real answer." Sean's lips curled up slightly, whether he was recalling his first story or because of what was happening in front of him, "That book, although imperfect, was the most authentic reflection of that period of my life."
Qiu Zhang lowered his head slightly, looking at Rita's interview questions, and tried again to concentrate, sending his questions into Rita's ears.
"Professor," she asked softly, "how did you decide to embark on the path of writing? What made you start writing consistently?"
Sean's eyes regained their clarity.
This time, however, Qiu Zhang was a bit confused and didn't notice.
So Sean handed the bottle directly to Cho Chang. Cho Chang took it, took a sip, and asked a question while taking a sip of wine. It seemed that asking a question and taking a sip of wine had become a muscle memory or a routine for her.
It wasn't until he took a sip of the liquor, and felt the pungent kick, that Qiu Zhang became somewhat more sober.
Before we've even asked a fraction of the questions—she's already drunk so much—what should we do next?
Before her slow-thinking brain could provide an answer, Sean spoke up, so she quickly picked up her pen to take notes.
"Keep writing—" He paused, "maybe because I always feel that only by writing can I understand myself and find a sense of peace. Whenever I feel lost, anxious, or uneasy about the world, writing becomes a way for me to escape and a form of self-redemption."
"When I started writing, I never thought I would stick with it for so long."
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liqueur.
Another bottle of wine.
Qiu Zhang felt he couldn't drink anymore.
I have never drunk so much alcohol before, especially since I got high-proof spirits to keep Professor Phillips in a dazed state.
The scene before my eyes became increasingly blurry.
The heat from the alcohol almost suffocated her; the burning sensation on her cheeks and neck made her unconsciously unbutton the third button, then the fourth, the fifth—
With his shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, Qiu Zhang finally felt that he could breathe more easily.
She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to hide the hiccup she couldn't suppress, but then realized how inappropriate it was and quickly covered her face with both hands.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice came through her fingers, much softer than usual, with an unconscious breathiness and a slurred tone characteristic of drunkenness, making it sound particularly alluring. "I... I feel a little unwell..."
"It's okay, getting drunk is normal." Sean took out a slice of lemon from somewhere, handed it to her, put it in the bottle, and casually brushed his fingertips against the back of her hand. "But the interview isn't over yet, is it?"
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Qiu Zhang nodded blankly, took the lemon, and took a bite.
The sour taste made her tongue go numb, but she accidentally inhaled a few drops of the liquor. She tried to dodge in a panic, but Sean held her shoulder down.
"Don't move," he said, taking the lemon she was biting from her hand. "Let's continue our previous conversation."
"You said..." Her tongue seemed to be out of control, uttering twice as many words as usual, "Are you telling the truth? About those novels..."
"Of course it's true." Sean leaned closer, almost whispering in her ear, "Would you like to know more details?"
Qiu Zhang nodded, then suddenly realized that he was leaning against him without even realizing it.
She tried to sit up straight, but found her whole body weak and unable to even lift her arms. The alcohol seemed to dissolve all her bones, turning her body into a puddle of water.
"I think... I'm really drunk..." she murmured to herself, feeling her consciousness slowly sinking.
The shirt was already mostly open, revealing the white safety vest underneath.
Her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to her sweat-dampened neck. Her lips, now even more vibrant from the alcohol, looked as tempting as ripe cherries.
"Yes, you are indeed drunk." Sean's fingers lightly brushed across the back of her neck. "But that's exactly the effect we wanted, isn't it?"
"The desired effect..." Qiu Zhang repeated his words, his voice growing softer and softer, "What effect...?"
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Her head grew heavier and heavier until she finally rested it on Sean's lap.
The cool fabric against her burning face brought a brief moment of clarity. But she soon realized that this position only made her situation worse.
As she moved, her shirt slipped down further, revealing large expanses of fair skin.
Her fingers unconsciously tugged at the fabric of Sean's trousers, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.
"Hmm..." Qiu Zhang responded softly, then realized that he probably shouldn't have answered that question. "No... I shouldn't have..."
"I...I don't know..." Her voice was broken, "It hurts...it feels so strange..."
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Sean's hand slowly slid down her sideburns, past her earlobes, her chin, and finally stopped on her slender neck.
His thumb gently rubbed her rapidly throbbing carotid artery.
"It's so hot..." she spoke again, her voice hoarse and barely audible, "Why is it so hot..."
Sean leaned down, his lips almost touching her ear: "Because this is alcohol; it helps people recognize their true selves."
These words should have jolted Qiu Zhang awake, but alcohol had already clouded her judgment.
She blinked in confusion, then, under Sean's gaze, slowly unbuttoned her safety vest.
Sean's hand slipped inside her open clothes, feeling her smooth skin.
"Don't stare at me like that..." Qiu Zhang tried to turn her head away, but he grabbed her chin.
"Why aren't you looking?" His fingers traced the lines of her jawline. "Didn't you come here to interview me? Then remember this moment."
As he spoke, he suddenly quickened his pace. Qiu Zhang's body trembled, and she leaned down, burying her face in Sean's neck.
At this point, Qiu Zhang knew there was no turning back.
Since that's the case, we might as well finish the interview.
This interview was obtained through her body.
So, after getting up, she slowly picked up the interview questions with her other hand.
"Really dedicated." Sean chuckled, not slowing his movements at all because of her sudden professionalism. "But I like it."
"Ah... inspiration...inspiration comes from..." She tried to maintain a professional tone, but was repeatedly interrupted by his teasing, "Your...your experience?"
They embraced tightly, their rapid breathing echoing in the room.
It took a long time for Qiu Zhang to gradually calm down.
"Is the interview... over?" she asked in a trembling voice, her eyelids too heavy to lift.
"It's over." His voice held a hint of amusement. "Now, it's time to clean up the mess."
Qiu Zhang wanted to say something, but exhaustion instantly overwhelmed her.
She fell into a deep sleep, her last thoughts lingering on the lingering sensation on her body and the deep tooth mark on her shoulder.
And tomorrow, she will continue to pretend that none of this ever happened.
Even now, she thinks she's dreaming.
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