Chương 71: Chapter 71: Drunk
Smelling the familiar scent, Xiao Lan hung onto Ye Qiu, her hands around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.
Suppressing the urge to smack her head, Ye Qiu silently activated his Blue Silver Emperor's second soul skill, Blue Silver Fragrance! He didn't know if this soul skill could alleviate drunkenness, but it was worth a try.
"Brother, hiccup, kiss me."
"Hehe, still asking for a kiss? When you wake up, see how I'll deal with you!"
Watching the tipsy Xiao Lan, Ye Qiu endured the strong smell of alcohol and reluctantly embraced her slim waist.
Ning Rongrong hurriedly adjusted her blue undershirt that had been pulled out, avoiding eye contact with him and blushing even more.
"Miss Ning! What's going on?" He spoke with anger in his voice.
This was their first time being alone, and if they continued like this, Ye Qiu would worry about Xiao Lan picking up bad habits.
"What's going on? I was in a bad mood, and Xiaolan took the initiative to accompany me for a drink."
"Also, don't call me Miss Ning anymore! I don't like that address!"
Facing his questioning, Ning Rongrong's expression changed from guilty to angry. She got off the bed, walked to the table, and poured herself another large glass of wine.
Maybe because the soul skill had taken effect, Xiao Lan in his arms no longer moved recklessly. Gradually, a steady breathing sound emerged as she was licking and kissing her lips while dreaming.
Ye Qiu placed her on the bed, arranged her messy hair, and covered her with a blanket.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Lan, who drank because she was tempted by alcohol, actually consoled Ning Rongrong in this manner.
Her greedy, cat-like nature was truly a headache for him.
Looking at Ning Rongrong, whose eyes were still somewhat red, he knew her mood today was terrible. Although his tone had softened a bit, he couldn't help but give her a warning.
"Alright, Miss Rongrong!"
"From now on, don't let Xiaolan drink. She's still a child!"
Ning Rongrong, leaning on her chin with one hand and shaking the wine glass with the other, looked at him unhappily and mumbled softly.
"It's not like I made her drink. Hmph!"
Staring at Ye Qiu, she seemed to think of something. Her eyes, which were initially a bit hazy, suddenly lit up, and she changed the topic.
"No problem! But I want you to drink with me! How about that?"
"I'm sorry, I don't drink!" Ye Qiu was firmly rejected. He really didn't know how to drink.
"Really? You, a man, can't even drink?" A sudden smile appeared on her face.
"Of course, it's true. Why would I lie to you?"
"That's great!"
"Huh?" Ye Qiu looked at her strangely. He didn't understand why she was so excited when he said he couldn't drink.
"Cough, what I meant was that I happen to have no more alcohol!" Ning Rongrong avoided his gaze and quickly took out a transparent bottle from her soul device. Inside, crimson liquid rippled.
"So, you can just drink juice with me! How about it?"
"Juice?" Ye Qiu skeptically took the red canister and sniffed it. Indeed, there was no hint of alcohol. Only a rich fruity fragrance mixed with a subtle rose scent.
"What? Are you afraid I'll do something to you? Wishful thinking!"
Snorting, she forcefully placed a cup in front of him.
Rising and hugging Ye Qiu's arm, she pulled him to the table.
Due to drinking, her face was a bit rosy, carrying an inexplicable smile.
"Alright then." Not wanting to attract attention, Ye Qiu quietly pulled away from her grip and sat down.
Seeing this, Ning Rongrong also sat down, taking back the canister from Ye Qiu and pouring both of them a glass.
Holding the cup, Ye Qiu still felt a bit uneasy. When the cup reached his lips, his eyes involuntarily looked at her.
Sensing his gaze, Ning Rongrong sneered, "Huh! A scaredy-cat!"
Pick up your share and drink it all!
Picking up her glass, she quickly finished it, then turned the cup upside down, smiling at Ye Qiu.
Seeing her lack of response and unchanged expression after drinking, Ye Qiu couldn't help but feel a bit relieved.
Ye Qiu also took a small sip, and the taste was good—sweet and fragrant. Curiosity arose in his mind.
"What kind of juice is this? It's so delicious."
"If it's good, drink more. Why are you so petty when you drink juice?"
"Hey! What are you? Ugh, gulp!"
Taking advantage of his distraction, Ning Rongrong got up and pressed his hand, pouring a large gulp into his mouth.
As the juice entered his stomach, the aroma spread from his mouth to the inside, and the sweet sensation made Ye Qiu feel like he was in a flower sea.
A surge of warmth rushed to his brain. When Ning Rongrong released him, his head felt a bit heavy.
Unable to help himself, he shook his dizzy head, his eyes a bit blurry, and Ning Rongrong in front of him appeared as a double image.
"Why can't you stand steadily?"
"Phew, hehe!" Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. "You really are a novice..."
This red juice was, in fact, a kind of fruit wine. It was brewed and concentrated with various fruits, combined with rose petals. The alcoholic aroma was masked by the fruit and floral scents, so it smelled like juice.
Moreover, this wine was quite strong. Even though it didn't feel that way in the mouth, once it reached the stomach, it immersed people in a floral paradise. Even seasoned drinkers might find it overwhelming.
Ye Qiu forgot about Ning Rongrong's tolerance for alcohol and overestimated his own capabilities.
Seeing him falter, blushing, she had a sense of luck; she took a chance, not expecting that he would be a lightweight.
He had caution, but no alcohol tolerance.
Ning Rongrong propped herself up on the table, hands on her chin, a brilliant smile on her face, and her eyes crescent-shaped.
"Ye Qiu, what's wrong with you?"
"I feel a bit dizzy." Ye Qiu felt his body weakening. He straightened up, placing his arms on the table.
Ning Rongrong walked over to Ye Qiu's side, sat beside him, leaned on the table with one hand supporting her head, and looked at his reddened face with a soft voice.
"Ye Qiu, do you dislike me?"
"Yeah, a bit." Ye Qiu's words were becoming unclear.
"Is it because you're still upset about the auction? Holding a grudge?" Ning Rongrong's gaze turned somewhat dangerous as she asked again.
"Hmm?" Ye Qiu tilted his head, looking at her, extending his hand, pinching his index finger and thumb. "A little bit."
"Oh, I see!" Ning Rongrong showed a knowing look.
"You're really stingy!" Saying this, she poured another cup for him.
Placing the cup near his mouth, she poured another large gulp for him.
Ye Qiu, who was already a bit tipsy, couldn't handle it. If Ning Rongrong hadn't held him, he might have collapsed on the table.
His fair face and neck turned completely red.
In his eyes, the figure of Xiao Wu seemed to appear, smiling at him, then transforming into Zhu Zhuqing with a shadowy spider spear stretched out from behind her, looking cold and ruthless.
Holding Ye Qiu and preventing him from falling, Ning Rongrong admired his appearance. Looking at him, she was astonished, like at the auction house for the first time.
I think back to the scene in the Sunset Forest where Ye Qiu descended from the sky to save her and the pleasant fragrance she smelled in his arms.
Her rosy cheeks blushed even more. Leaning over, she gently sniffed Ye Qiu's neck. 'Indeed, he smells so good.'
"Ye Qiu! I have one last question for you." Ning Rongrong turned his head, making him face her.
(End of this chapter.)
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