Chapter 55 I was clearly drinking alcohol, so why am I drunk here?

"good."

Xie Xun took the keys, glanced at Fu Qinghuai who was practically clinging to him, and nodded to Wen Xubai, "Thank you."

"You're too kind, Master Xie."

Wen Xubai chuckled and said, "Then I won't bother with you anymore. Go back and get some rest."

He said this and then turned and left.

Fu Qinghuai stood up and immediately leaned his entire weight on Xie Xun, resting his chin on Xie Xun's shoulder, his voice soft and cloying, "Xunxun, let's go back to the room..."

"Stand still," Xie Xun said coldly, but still helped him walk towards the stilted house.

Fu Qinghuai was restless the whole way, sometimes saying he was dizzy and wanted to be carried, sometimes saying his legs were weak and wanted to be carried. Xie Xun told him that if he kept making a fuss, he would throw him outside and cure him.

Before long, they arrived at the room on the second floor. As soon as Xie Xun opened the door, Fu Qinghuai staggered and fell onto the bed, but still held onto his hand tightly.

"Searching..."

He turned over, his peach blossom eyes shining brightly in the dim light. "I think I'm really drunk."

Xie Xun stood by the bed, looking down at this thousand-year-old evil spirit who was pretending to be crazy while drunk. Suddenly, he reached down and gently lifted Fu Qinghuai's chin with his fingers.

"Have you filled up enough?"

His voice was soft, but clearly mocking, "Want me to help you sober up?"

Fu Qinghuai's breathing clearly faltered, and he gripped the other person's hand even tighter.

The next second, he suddenly pulled Xie Xun down onto the bed, quickly rolled over and wrapped his arms tightly around Xie Xun's waist.

"Let go." Xie Xun's face turned cold this time.

"Don't...search..."

Fu Qinghuai buried his face in Xie Xun's neck, his voice muffled, "It's such a mess here."

As he spoke, he grabbed Xie Xun's hand and pressed it against his chest.

Beneath my palm, the heart was beating fast and hard; I could feel its uncontrollable pounding even through the fabric.

"You were drinking alcohol, so why are you drunk here?"

His voice carried a hint of grievance, clearly indicating that he was being coquettish.

This time, Xie Xun stopped struggling, finding it somewhat amusing, and calmly asked, "So?"

"so……"

Fu Qinghuai looked down at the person beneath him, his peach blossom eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness. "It won't listen to me anymore, it's always thinking about you. Xunxun, I can't control it, I can't manage it anymore, what should I do?"

He spoke pitifully, but the arm around his waist tightened even more, as if afraid the person in his arms would run away.

However, Xie Xun found it even funnier.

"How pitiful, but what does it have to do with me?"

He chuckled softly, then placed his hand on the man's chest, pushed him away, and sat up, straightening his disheveled collar. "If your heart likes chaos, then let it remain chaotic."

Instead of being angry after being pushed away, Fu Qinghuai's eyes lit up, and he snuggled up to Xie Xun from behind, hugging her waist. "Xunxun, you're so heartless~"

He deliberately breathed on Xie Xun's sensitive nape, feeling the person in his arms tremble slightly. He then took advantage of the situation and reached his hand inside Xie Xun's clothes. "But my heart is beating so fast and it hurts so much. Xun Xun, do you want to touch it?"

"I don't have pica, get out of my way."

Xie Xun grabbed his restless wrist, his tone dangerous, "If you dare to touch me again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"OK!"

Fu Qinghuai rested his chin on his shoulder with a grin, "Xunxun, hit me, or better yet, I'll die on top of you!"

Xie Xun was speechless at his shameless words and was truly disgusted.

This thousand-year-old evil spirit seems uncomfortable if it doesn't say disgusting things every day.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, intending to teach this disobedient devil a lesson, but Fu Qinghuai suddenly stopped joking and gently turned him around.

In the dim light, Fu Qinghuai's eyes were unusually serious. "Xunxun, I'm serious. This time... I think I've really messed up."

He lowered his head to kiss him, but stopped at the last centimeter, only gently rubbing his nose against his cheek before pulling him into his arms and holding him tightly.

"But not now."

Fu Qinghuai sighed, burying his face in Xie Xun's neck again, his voice filled with loneliness, "The first kiss can't be taken advantage of, it has to be... mutual affection."

The last few words were mumbled and unclear; if Xie Xun hadn't been so close to him, he would have barely heard them.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Qinghuai seemed to finally succumb to the effects of the alcohol, and his whole body suddenly went limp and fell forward, firmly pinning Xie Xun to the bed.

"Hey!" Xie Xun groaned as he was suddenly weighed down by the weight.

The person on top of him was breathing steadily, as if he had really passed out drunk, but the arms around his waist were tightly wrapped around him.

Xie Xun struggled to push him away, his palm pressed against Fu Qinghuai's firm chest, but he could clearly feel the other's equally disordered heartbeat.

"...Stop pretending." He muttered under his breath, trying to forcefully pull the person off him.

Unfortunately, Fu Qinghuai was simply too big, and now that he was drunk, he seemed to have lost all consciousness.

He was only slightly shaken by Xie Xun's push, but instead of waking up, he unconsciously snuggled against Xie Xun's neck, the warm breath brushing against his sensitive skin, and mumbled something.

Xie Xun paused, feeling as if the spot where he had been brushed against was on fire.

He forcefully pushed Fu Qinghuai aside, sat up on the bed, his breathing unsteady.

"Who wants to be in love with you in return?"

After saying that, he walked into the bathroom without looking back and slammed the door shut.

Only when the sound of running water came from the bathroom did Fu Qinghuai, who was unconscious on the bed, slowly open his eyes. There was not a trace of drunkenness in his peach blossom eyes; they were perfectly clear.

At this moment, an irrepressible smile still lingered on her face.

He raised his hand and gently touched the tip of his nose, where the soft, warm touch of Xie Xun's cheek skin still seemed to linger.

Although the person just now said they refused, the force with which they pushed him away clearly showed they were being gentle; their ears turned bright red, which was impossible to lie about.

"Stubborn to the end."

Fu Qinghuai chuckled softly, turned over, buried his face in the coat that still held Xie Xun's warmth, and took a deep breath.

Taking a step back to advance proved effective.

His search seemed cold and aloof, but in reality, it was like thin ice in early spring; with a little warmth, it would begin to melt from the inside out.

Stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside—that perfectly describes Xie Xun.

Listening to the continuous sound of water in the bathroom, Fu Qinghuai closed his eyes in a good mood.

Since devouring the remnant soul of the haunted house, his ghostly power has greatly increased, and he is no longer willing to go into that broken jade and make himself suffer.

Moreover, now that he has a perfectly legitimate excuse to sleep next to Xie Xun, how could he possibly miss it?

...

The next day, as dawn broke.

When Xie Xun woke up, he had barely moved when he felt a strong arm tightly wrapped around his waist, and a warm chest pressed against his back.

Fu Qinghuai wrapped his arms around him from behind, his chin resting affectionately on the top of his head, fast asleep.

Xie Xun frowned and pushed him away, "Get away, you didn't shower last night."

"I've washed it all~"

Fu Qinghuai closed his eyes and acted coy, even tightening his arms around her, "I cleaned it with ghostly power, Xie Xun, smell it, it's very clean."

As he spoke, he actually nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck.

Xie Xun slapped his face away from where he was leaning in, "Stay away from me."

"No~"

Taking advantage of the situation, Fu Qinghuai grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, saying, "Xunxun is so warm, I love it~"

"Don't make me say it a second time, let go."

“Xunxun is so fierce…” Fu Qinghuai buried her face in his back, feeling wronged, but secretly curled the corners of her mouth.

The black mist wrapped around Xie Xun like vines, unwilling to move an inch.

Xie Xun was furious. Just then, Uncle De's loud voice called for breakfast from downstairs.

"Xiao Xie! Xiao Fu! If you don't get up soon, the steamed buns will get cold!"

Xie Xun immediately took the opportunity to break free from the bed, without even glancing at him. Fu Qinghuai looked at his empty embrace and sighed with some regret.

However, seeing Xie Xun's bright red ear tips, he smiled happily again.

It seems that Xunxun has begun to get used to his approach.

The bottom line has also begun to shift back little by little.

Xie Xun will soon fall for him.