Yesterday's barrage of marriage pressure made Xu Yi feel a sense of urgency.

But he was also extremely nervous, because for so many years, the two of them had always addressed each other as brother and sister.

If she were to express her feelings, regardless of her family's reaction, would Man'er even be able to accept it?

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Will she feel that she's using her brother's name while harboring fantasies about him?

Will he start avoiding her because of this, and in the end, they won't even be able to remain siblings?

This bellyful of complaints and questions made Xu Yi very impatient. Even after finishing his shift, he didn't go home immediately, but instead rode his horse aimlessly through the streets.

So when Cao Zixuan stood on the restaurant floor and called him to drink, he didn't hesitate at all, jumped off his horse, and went up to the restaurant.

Cao Zixuan was surprised by his straightforward manner.

As Xu Yi poured him wine, he said, "Oh, what's the occasion? You've done me the honor of drinking with me."

It wasn't that I hadn't asked Xu Yi to drink before, but he either resolutely refused or ignored me.

"Let's drink, no need for words." Xu Yi picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp.

Knowing that he had a high alcohol tolerance, Cao Zixuan immediately ordered the waiter to bring out all the best wines in the restaurant.

"Have someone go to my house and let me know I'll be back later." Xu Yi knew he probably wouldn't be home so soon.

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"For example, I can try to find out from the side whether Man'er likes you or not."

This one is more reliable than the previous one, but—

"You're no good, you're unreliable."

Cao Zixuan isn't always quick-witted; what if he accidentally lets something slip?

This is intolerable! "Xu Yi, do you know how shameful it is to say that a man is impotent?"

Xu Yi had no intention of arguing with him about this topic, and said, "Fine, you're good."

Cao Zixuan sat back down and looked at the wine on the table. Suddenly, another idea came to him.

"Xu Yi, I suddenly have another idea."

"Um?"

The two drank until very late. Xu Yi was so drunk he couldn't even ride a horse anymore, so Cao Zixuan had someone take him home in a carriage.

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Watching the carriage slowly depart, Cao Zixuan let out a burp. These were all methods he'd read in storybooks; he wondered who had come up with them. He'd let Xu Yi test whether they were practical or not.

When Xu Yi arrived home, Grandma Xu and the others were already asleep. The gatekeeper's servant helped him walk into the inner courtyard.

The once quiet courtyard was now filled with the sounds of carrying water and footsteps. Fu Man'er looked up from the table and asked Shuangxi, "Is it my brother who's back?"

She thought she heard some noises coming from the next room.

"Yes, Miss, the young master has returned. The servants are helping him wash up. I heard he drank quite a bit of wine."

Fu Man'er put down her pen and was about to walk to the next room when Shuangxi quickly took a coat from the shelf and draped it over her shoulders.

"No matter how worried you are about the young master, Miss, you must not run out in your nightgown."

Shuangxi acted like an old mother. Fuman'er made a face at her and ran to the next room.

At that moment, Xu Yi was already leaning against the headboard, and the servant was bringing over a bowl of hangover soup.

"Greetings, Miss."

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Fu Man'er peeked over and saw that Xu Yi's face was flushed from drinking. How much alcohol had he drunk?

"Give it to me." Fu Man'er took the hangover soup and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Brother, brother?" Fu Man'er gently tugged at Xu Yi's sleeve.

Xu Yi shook his head and struggled to open his eyes a crack.

Seeing this, Fu Man'er's face puffed up with anger. "Brother Zixuan is really too much. He not only asked you to drink, but he must have also forced you to drink more. When I see him tomorrow, I will definitely say a few words to him."

Xu Yi was still dazed and confused, looking completely out of it.

Fu Man'er touched the rim of the bowl; it was still a little hot. She planned to wait until it cooled down a bit before feeding Xu Yi the drink.

"Man'er, Man'er, is that you?" Xu Yi suddenly began to murmur. Fu Man'er could only see his lips moving, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Brother, what are you saying?" In order to hear what he was saying, Fu Man'er had no choice but to get up and lean closer.

The scalding hot air blew on her ears, and Fu Man'er felt her heart skip a beat.

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But what she heard next almost made her heart stop beating.

She heard Xu Yi murmur, "Man'er, I like you, I like you so much, I like you so much."

With a bang, it felt like something exploded in Fu Man'er's mind.

She stood up uncomfortably, while Xu Yi had already closed his lips and tilted his head to the side.

The murmur was like a passing breeze, seemingly unreal, but the burning heat in her earlobe told Fu Man'er that she heard it clearly and without mistake.

The young girl gently bit her lower lip, glanced at Xu Yi who was unconscious on the bed, and then walked out.

The servant was still guarding the door. He only went in after seeing the young lady hurry out. "Oh, haven't you given the young master the hangover soup yet?"

He clearly remembered that when the young lady came in, she said she was going to give the young master some hangover soup.

However, seeing that the young master is asleep, there's no way to give him any more.

The servant took the bowl, closed the door, and left.

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Fu Man'er rushed into the room and slammed the door shut. She walked unsteadily to the desk and sat down.

She covered her burning face with both hands, lowered her eyelids, and just then saw what she had just written:

The man, under the guise of being drunk, says what he's always wanted to say, and the woman's reaction the next day will be her response to this relationship.

It is also the standard for judging whether he is truly drunk or faking it.