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There's no way to communicate with a drunkard, but Sheng Muxi didn't expect that this person would be even more difficult to deal with when drunk than those who act crazy.
When they arrived at Chai Qianning's house, Sheng Muxi asked her to take out the key to open the door, but she didn't move for a long time.
So Sheng Muxi had no choice but to take matters into her own hands and look for the keys in her bag.
As soon as she raised her hand, Chai Qianning tightly clutched her bag and accused her, "Why are you stealing my things!"
Left with no other option, she could only take Chai Qianning back to her home.
They pulled her to lie down on the sofa, but Chai Qianning refused and insisted on standing.
Fine, I'll stand there then.
Sheng Muxi went to the kitchen to make her a hangover soup, and Chai Qianning followed her around like a little tail.
She was both angry and amused; she had never seen anything like it before.
As they entered the kitchen, Chai Qianning followed, and Sheng Muxi remembered that there were some things she hadn't brought in.
Turning around, she met Chai Qianning's unfocused eyes and almost kissed her. She subconsciously leaned back and braced her hands on the kitchen counter.
She coaxed him gently, "Why don't you sit on the sofa in the living room? I'll make you something delicious."
Chai Qianning tilted her head and took a few steps forward. Sheng Muxi retreated until her heels touched the edge of the kitchen counter, with nowhere left to go. Chai Qianning, however, kept walking forward. In the end, almost half of Sheng Muxi's weight was on her.
Holding the other person's shoulder, Sheng Muxi's red lips parted slightly: "What are you doing?"
Chai Qianning raised her hand, went behind her hair, pointed to a spot and said, "There's a mosquito here."
“This is a rubber band, a rubber band,” Sheng Muxi said.
"mosquito."
"It's not a mosquito."
"mosquito."
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Sheng Muxi pulled off her hair tie and put it in Chai Qianning's hand: "Is it okay now?"
Chai Qianning stared at her for a few seconds, then her gaze slid down, and she pointed to the thin necklace around her neck, saying, "Mosquito."
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Sheng Muxi took off the necklace and gave it to her again: "Can you get up and go back to the living room now?"
Chai Qianning didn't move, so Sheng Muxi used some effort to push her off him. Chai Qianning then complained that she wanted to take a bath.
Sheng Muxi was at her wits' end. How could the other person take a bath in this state? So she coaxed and tricked him into leaving the kitchen.
After finally managing to cook the hangover soup, the other person refused to drink it no matter what, insisting on taking a bath. They couldn't be stopped and just ran to the toilet.
Worried that Chai Qianning might do something like shoving herself into the toilet after getting drunk, she stopped her from going in.
"Drink the hangover soup before taking a shower," Sheng Muxi gently tried to communicate with her.
Chai Qianning sniffed: "No."
"You can't take a bath without drinking the hangover soup."
"No, I want to take a shower."
Sheng Muxi pulled her onto the sofa, holding her down with one hand. The hangover soup was on the table. She scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Chai Qianning's lips, but Chai Qianning pursed her lips tightly.
"Open your mouth," Sheng Muxi said.
Chai Qianning shook her head.
To be honest, there was a moment when Sheng Muxi really wanted to resort to violence, grab her chin, and force her to drink it.
But she ultimately chose to have a proper discussion with the other party.
What will it take for you to drink it?
"I want to take a shower."
Sheng Muxi rubbed her temples, her head aching. She was really annoyed by this person.
"Okay, let's take a shower." Sheng Muxi pulled her to the bathroom door: "Now that you're done showering, can you drink the hangover soup?"
"You just dragged me to the bathroom door, where did I finish showering?"
Sheng Muxi: "..."
How come you're so conscious now?
Chai Qianning nudged her, saying, "Find me some clothes."
"Okay, okay." Sheng Muxi went to the bedroom and found her a set of pajamas.
Fearing something might happen to the other person in the bathroom, Sheng Muxi didn't leave the bathroom. After filling the bathtub with water, she told the person to go in and take a bath. As a result, the person actually climbed into the bathtub.
"Wait, wait," Sheng Muxi said, as if teaching a child. "You need to take off your clothes first before you go inside to wash."
"Oh." Chai Qianning said, about to take off her clothes. Sheng Mu quickly turned his back and instructed her in his voice, "There is shower gel over there. You can squeeze out some and apply it to your body. No, don't use shower gel. Just wash yourself casually and wrap yourself in the towel over there first."
Listening to the sound of water, Sheng Muxi lowered her eyes and looked at the floor that was wet with water.
After a while, the noise stopped.
Thinking the other person was asleep in the bathtub, and struggling with whether or not to turn around, regretting letting the other person take a bath in the first place, she heard Chai Qianning say, "This cotton candy looks so delicious."
Marshmallow?
Sheng Muxi immediately realized what was happening and, without thinking, turned around and grabbed Chai Qianning's hand, which was trying to put to her mouth to eat the foam.
The other person's skin, which had been soaked in warm water, was warm, and because of the shower gel, their fair wrist felt smooth and slippery.
Sheng Muxi swallowed hard, deliberately avoiding looking down, but she still noticed a very conspicuous mark on Chai Qianning's collarbone that was above the water.
Just as she was staring at the mark in a daze, Chai Qianning tilted her head and moved closer to her, raising her other hand and rubbing her fingertips against Sheng Muxi's red lips: "This one is red and looks delicious."
Chapter 38 Revealing One's True Feelings
I woke up the next day.
Chai Qianning half-opened her eyes, glanced at the ceiling in a daze, rubbed against the pillow, and closed her eyes again.
A few seconds later, she moved her fingers and felt that her whole body was not very comfortable, a little sore, and her arms felt empty and cold.
She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, lowered her gaze, and her messy hair swept across her collarbone. She was only wearing a bathrobe.
He looked up again and surveyed his surroundings.
It's not her room!
Her pupils gradually dilated.
—How did you end up in Sheng Muxi's room!
She instinctively grabbed the blanket and hugged it to her chest.
Outside the room, there were the sounds of slippers hitting the floor. A gust of wind blew in through the window, lifting half of the curtain and letting in a patch of sunlight, which then disappeared as the curtain fell back down.
Chai Qianning was stunned for a long time before her chaotic consciousness gradually returned to normal.
After careful recollection, she remembered the events clearly—she, Fang Jiaqin, and Xu Yuan were having barbecue and beer in their hotel room when Fang Jiaqin insisted on taking her home, which she refused. Then she went downstairs alone and saw the man with Sheng Muxi. She decided to ignore them, but just then Fang Jiaqin came down and said she was worried about her going home alone and insisted on taking her.
Unable to refuse the other party's hospitality, Chai Qianning had no choice but to ask Fang Jiaqin to take her home, and she arrived home safely. Then... how did she end up here!
If she didn't remember anything, that would be one thing, but she remembered this incident very clearly in her mind.
She moved her mouth and tried to move her body. She felt a little sore, her head hurt, and her stomach felt uncomfortable. Her brows furrowed involuntarily.
Following the direction of the pain, Chai Qianning lifted the blanket to look at herself. Apart from the fact that her original clothes had been changed into a bathrobe, there were several bruises on her arms.
Bruises!
This is terrible!
She glanced at her legs again and noticed bruises on her thighs and knees. Her mind seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Chai Qianning, mouth slightly agape, incredulously pulled at the robe wrapped around her, wanting to check for any bruises underneath.
Just as she was about to lift her bathrobe, Sheng Muxi came in from outside the door. When she saw her action, she paused for several seconds.
Chai Qianning froze, her fingers gripping the corner of her bathrobe. Then she slowly lowered the fabric, covering her thighs, and smoothed it out a few times with her hand.
Sheng Muxi composed herself and spoke gently, "Awake? Come out and have some breakfast."
"Wait a minute." Chai Qianning cleared her throat and found that her throat felt a little blocked.
Sheng Muxi placed one hand on the doorknob, paused as she was about to turn around, and waited for the other person to speak.
"How...did I end up here with you?" Chai Qianning asked.
"You don't remember anything?" Sheng Muxi stared at her face and secretly bit her lip.
Chai Qianning raised her hand to her forehead: "I remember, I was drunk, and then..."
She lifted her eyelids to look at Sheng Muxi, then felt very uncomfortable. She lowered her eyes and looked at the blanket: "And then I don't remember."
“I brought you back,” Sheng Muxi said. “When I took you to your door, you refused to use your key to open the door and even said that I was trying to steal your bag, so I had no choice but to take you back to my house first.”
Sheng Muxi pondered for a moment: "Let's go out and have breakfast first. You'll definitely feel terrible after a hangover."
It was truly unpleasant. Chai Qianning felt like countless ants were crawling inside her head. Watching Sheng Muxi leave, she scratched her face—wait a minute, was her memory playing tricks on her after getting drunk? Was she automatically replaying the process of getting home in her mind?
She endured the soreness in her body and got out of bed. She almost fell when she stood on the floor. She unconsciously bent over and held onto the edge of the bed. After taking a deep breath, she went to the bathroom and slowly tidied herself up.
As she stepped out of the restroom, her limbs stiffened and she leaned against the doorframe. Sheng Muxi came over to support her and pulled her to the dining table, carefully helping her sit down.
"Why do my legs hurt so much? And here too, here, here, why are there bruises?" Chai Qianning looked at Sheng Muxi with a pained expression, but saw that the other party avoided her gaze, as if he did not dare to look her in the eye.
Chai Qianning's eyelashes trembled slightly. No way? Why the other person's expression? Could it be...?
A flurry of thoughts raced through her mind, leaving her with a shocked yet intriguing expression. She opened her mouth slightly and uttered a rather common, tentative guess: "Did I fall?"
Sheng Muxi pursed her lips and nodded.
“You were so energetic when you were drunk, walking back and forth in the living room and bedroom.” Sheng Muxi looked at the TV cabinet: “You must have bumped your leg on that table corner, and then you bumped into the coffee table, the bookcase, the front door, the shoe cabinet, you bumped into everything. I tried to pull you up, but I couldn’t. You really are… too energetic.”
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