Chapter 71 Call my name and send it to me.

Startled by Lai Cheng's shout, Red rushed over to check the situation.

"How much did you drink? Have you ever had an alcohol allergy before? How are you feeling now? Do you have a headache? Do you feel nauseous?"

Jiang Yingxu frowned slightly.

When he worked odd jobs at a food stall before, he saw too many middle-aged men who would start taking off their clothes, smoking, and making loud noises after drinking a few bottles of alcohol.

Bottle after bottle of liquor was poured down.

It's as if they've transformed from humans into beasts, losing all sense of shame and becoming so audacious that they're capable of anything.

He would get drunk and cause trouble, harass women passing by, and hurl insults and profanities.

This naturally instilled in Jiang Yingxu a certain aversion to alcohol.

He was given a glass of water, took a couple of sips to wash away the spiciness in his mouth, and then answered in a hoarse voice, "No allergy."

Lai Cheng gestured from the side: "He took such a big gulp!"

Red glanced at the clear liquor in a red-capped spring water plastic bottle on the ground beside him.

Don't be fooled by the boss's constant claims that the alcohol content is low; his homemade brew is so strong that it's probably not that low either.

Red himself sipped it slowly.

Little did he expect that Jiang Yingxu would take the wrong one and gulp it down.

As he spoke, Jiang Yingxu raised his hand and pressed his temples, a faint blush appearing on his pale face.

He exhaled and said calmly, "I feel a little dizzy."

"It'll be a while before we finish here. Can I go back to my dorm at Jiangda University to rest first?"

The restaurant is not far from Jiangda University, and everyone will need to go back to pack their things before getting on the bus.

Reid naturally agreed, but when he offered to find someone to accompany Jiang Yingxu back, he was politely refused.

Shi Miao tugged at his sleeve and said urgently, "I'll stay with you."

Jiang Yingxu lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he still gently pressed down her hand.

"I'm still sober, I can go back by myself."

"It was just an accident, don't let it spoil everyone's fun."

Jiang Yingxu remained adamant, leaving Lei De with no choice but to call him a car on his phone. When he saw Jiang off, he specifically told the driver to keep an eye on him on the road.

The car window was half-rolled down, letting in the hot, dry air of early autumn.

After getting off the bus, Jiang Yingxu sent a message to Reid and went straight back to his dormitory.

The lights weren't on either.

Using the light from the streetlamp streaming in through the window, he turned over and got into bed.

The thin blanket was folded neatly.

The prop kitten is still asleep.

It's fluffy and warm.

Jiang Yingxu lay down, covering his face with his arms, his breath heavy and fiery.

He didn't know how long he had been lying there, but his phone next to his pillow suddenly rang with a special notification sound that had been set up.

...At that time, it was a distant memory.

Jiang Yingxu lifted his eyes and held the phone up to his face.

Shi Miao asked him how he was, and told him that if he felt very unwell, he must tell her. She also told him that she had looked up the procedure for going to the hospital if he felt unwell after drinking alcohol.

The kitten showed genuine concern.

If it weren't for the awkwardness of disappearing in front of everyone, she would definitely have turned into a kitten and run back to his side.

In the thick, inky darkness, only the phone screen emitted a faint glow.

Looking at it for too long will sting your eyes.

Jiang Yingxu looked at each word over and over again, gently stroking them with his fingertips.

Alcohol really does make all thoughts clear, make people impulsive, and let those shameful, dirty, and terrible desires overwhelm reason.

My whole body was burning with intense heat.

The body that stubbornly grows tall and strong in youth, lacking rest and nutrition, is like a bamboo shoot without water. All its strength is used to grow taller and try to retain more nutrients, leaving no extra energy for other things.

Physiological needs were completely suppressed by the need for survival.

However, after feeding the kitten a balanced diet of meat and vegetables, he was suddenly triggered by a sip of alcohol and exploded.

Distending pain.

Jiang Yingxu had a layer of sweat on his forehead, his breathing was heavy, and he bent his legs.

He remained calm and composed, and his reply was extremely brief and indifferent.

[Jiang Yingxu: I'm fine, nothing's wrong.]

He felt the conversation should end there.

He could put down his phone, ignore his body's agitation, and quietly wait for everyone to return before casually packing his things and getting into the car.

Another special notification tone sounded.

Jiang Yingxu's rationality told him not to look, but the long eyelashes he hastily raised revealed an even stronger impulse.

Shi Miao sent a message that was only half-finished.

[Cat King: Really? You mustn't be lying.]

【Cat King: [Voice message for 3 seconds]】

Jiang Yingxu clicked on the voice message.

It was probably an accidental encounter. Amidst the noise, the girl's sweet voice rang out, "Oh wait a minute, I'm still sending messages."

Jiang Yingxu seemed to be bewitched, his fingertips hovering above the screen, tapping lightly one tap at a time.

Shi Miao's voice echoed in my ears again and again.

She speaks very softly, and whatever she says easily sounds like she's being coquettish.

Or perhaps it's just his biased perspective.

Shi Miao did nothing but breathe.

He thought she was too cute.

"..."

The repeatedly played audio message was quickly withdrawn by Shi Miao after she was discovered in the next breath.

[Cat King: I accidentally clicked on the voice message TAT]

[Cat King: Jiang Yingxu, how are you? Why aren't you replying to my messages?]

Jiang Yingxu's fingertip hovered in mid-air as he clicked.

Suddenly, everything went quiet except for the purring of the prop cat.

It wasn't her.

He wants her.

Perhaps they really have gone mad.

Jiang Yingxu closed his eyes, pressed his thin lips into a straight line, and typed a line of words amidst the increasingly intense heat.

[Jiang Yingxu: Audio recording.]

[Cat King: What?]

[Jiang Yingxu: Call my name and send it to me.]

One second, two seconds, or perhaps even longer.

A voice message suddenly popped up.

When you click play, a sweet, melodious voice, tinged with a hint of doubt and obedience, softly calls his name—

"Jiang Yingxu".