Smelling the familiar scent, Xiao Lan clung to Ye Qiu, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs crossed.
Resisting the urge to flick her forehead, Ye Qiu silently activated his Blue Silver Emperor's second soul skill, Blue Silver Fragrance!
He didn't know if this soul skill could cure drunkenness, but he'd have to try.
"Brother hiccup~ kiss."
"Heh. Still kissing? Wait till you sober up and see how I deal with you!"
Looking at the drunken Xiao Lan, Ye Qiu, enduring the smell of alcohol, reluctantly put his arm around her waist.
Ning Rongrong hurriedly straightened her ripped blue undergarment, lowering her head, not daring to look at him, her already flushed face turning even redder.
"Miss Ning! What's going on?" Her voice was filled with anger. They
'd only just started dating and this was already happening; if they spent more time together, Ye Qiu was worried Xiao Lan would go astray.
"What's going on? I'm in a bad mood, and Xiao Lan offered to drink with me!"
"Also, don't call me Miss Ning anymore! I don't like that title!"
Faced with his questioning, Ning Rongrong's expression shifted from guilty to angry. Ye Qiu's way of addressing her displeased her. She jumped off the bed, went to the table, and gulped down another mouthful of wine.
Perhaps her soul skill was working, because Xiao Lan in her arms stopped moving around wildly, and her breathing gradually became even. She was even smacking her lips in her sleep.
Ye Qiu put her on the bed, tidied her messy hair, and covered her with the blanket.
He hadn't expected that Xiao Lan, because she craved alcohol, would comfort Ning Rongrong by drinking with her.
Her gluttonous nature was truly giving him a headache.
He looked at Ning Rongrong, whose eyes were still a little red.
He knew that she was in a bad mood today, and his voice softened considerably, but he still couldn't help but give her a warning.
"Okay, Miss Rongrong!"
"Don't give Xiaolan any more alcohol. She's still a child!"
Ning Rongrong rested her chin on her hand, swirling the wine glass in her other hand, looking at him with displeasure, muttering under her breath.
"It's not like I made her drink... Humph!"
Staring at Ye Qiu, as if remembering something, her previously hazy eyes lit up, and she changed her tone!
"No problem! But I want you to drink with me! How about it?"
"Sorry, I don't drink!" Ye Qiu refused firmly; he really didn't drink.
"Really? You're a man and you can't even drink?" A smile suddenly appeared on her face.
"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?"
"That's great!"
"Hmm??"
Ye Qiu looked at her strangely. He didn't drink, so why was she getting excited?
"Ahem... I, I mean I just happen to be out of wine!" Ning Rongrong avoided his gaze.
She quickly took out a transparent jar from her soul tool, inside which a bright red liquid rippled.
"So you'll just have some juice with me, okay? How about it?"
"Juice?"
Ye Qiu took the red can with a hint of skepticism, uncorked it, and sniffed it. There was indeed no smell of alcohol.
Only a rich fruity aroma, with a touch of rose fragrance—it smelled wonderful.
"What? You think I'd have ulterior motives? Dream on!"
*Thump!*
She rolled her eyes at him, her slightly tipsy gaze fixed on him, and forcefully slammed a glass down opposite her.
She stood up, grabbed Ye Qiu's arm, and pulled him to the table.
A strange smile played on her slightly flushed face from the alcohol.
"Alright then," Ye Qiu said, subtly pulling away from her hand and sitting down.
Seeing this, Ning Rongrong also sat back down, took the can from Ye Qiu, and filled both their glasses.
Holding the glass, Ye Qiu was still a little uneasy. As the glass reached his lips, his eyes involuntarily turned to her.
Noticing his gaze, Ning Rongrong pouted, "Hmph! What a coward!"
She picked up her own glass and downed it in one gulp!
Afterward, she turned the glass upside down and looked at Ye Qiu with a smile.
Seeing that she had no reaction and her expression didn't change at all,
Ye Qiu also took a small sip. The taste was good, sweet and fragrant, and he couldn't help but wonder,
"What kind of juice is this? It's so delicious!"
"If it's good, drink more. Why are you being so stingy with juice?"
"Hey! You drink it! Mmm~ glug!"
Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, Ning Rongrong got up, grabbed his hand, and forced a large gulp down his throat.
The juice entered his stomach, the aroma spreading from his mouth all the way inside, the sweetness making Ye Qiu feel as if he were in a sea of flowers.
A surge of heat rushed to his brain.
When Ning Rongrong released him, his head felt a little dizzy.
He couldn't help but shake his head, his vision blurring, and Ning Rongrong in front of him appeared double.
"Why can't you stand up straight?"
"Pfft~ Hehe!" Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled. "You really are a newbie..."
This can of red juice is actually a kind of fruit wine, made from various fruits and roses, brewed and concentrated. Because the alcohol aroma is masked by the fruit and floral fragrance, it smells no different from fruit juice.
In addition, this wine is actually quite strong. You don't feel it in your mouth, but once it gets into your stomach, it makes you feel like you're in a sea of flowers
. Not to mention Ye Qiu, a newbie, even some veterans can't handle it.
Ye Qiu also forgot about Ning Rongrong's alcohol tolerance and overestimated his ability.
Seeing her drink a lot, he had a fluke mentality, but he didn't expect that he was actually a lightweight.
He was cautious, but he had no tolerance at all.
Ning Rongrong put her hands on the table, cupped her chin with both hands, smiled brightly, and her eyes curved into crescents.
"Ye Qiu, what's wrong?"
"I'm a little dizzy." Ye Qiu felt his body was a little weak, and he sat up a little straighter by leaning his arms on the table.
Ning Rongrong walked over to Ye Qiu, sat next to him, leaned on the table, propped her head up with one hand, looked at his flushed profile, and spoke softly.
"Ye Qiu, do you...hate me?"
"Hmm! A little..." Ye Qiu's words were a little unclear.
"Is that so~ Are you still holding a grudge about what happened at the last auction?" Ning Rongrong's eyes turned dangerous as she asked again.
"Hmm?" Ye Qiu tilted his head, looked at her, and held out his hand, pinching his index finger and thumb together, "A little...a little."
"Oh~I see!" Ning Rongrong looked enlightened.
"You really are a stingy person!" Saying that, she poured another glass into his cup.
She put the glass to his lips and made him take a big gulp.
Ye Qiu, who was already drunk, was even more unwell. If Ning Rongrong hadn't been holding him up, he would have collapsed onto the table.
His fair face and neck were flushed red.
It seemed as if Xiao Wu's figure appeared before his eyes, smiling at him, and then suddenly it became Zhu Zhuqing, with spider spears extending from her back, her face cold
as she held Ye Qiu, preventing him from falling.
Looking at him, she was amazed by his appearance at the first auction.
She recalled the scene in Sunset Forest where Ye Qiu had swooped down to save her, and the pleasant scent she smelled in his arms.
Her pink cheeks flushed even more, and she leaned forward to sniff Ye Qiu's neck twice. 'He still smells so good.'
"Ye Qiu! I have one last question for you." Ning Rongrong turned his head so he was facing her.
(End of Chapter)