"Zhuzhu, what are you doing here?"

Qin Shou grabbed a bed sheet and wrapped it around her, then forcibly ripped her off his body.

Held in mid-air, she remained obediently still, her arms and legs hanging limply, looking at him pitifully like a kitten being held by the scruff of its neck.

She pouted, looking aggrieved, and said, "Brother, they bullied me."

The moment she opened her mouth, the room reeked of alcohol. Her round, almond-shaped eyes were misty with a drunken, watery light, and she looked as if she was about to cry.

Turns out, he's just a little drunkard.

Seeing the girl's sad and tearful face, Qin Shou's heart softened suddenly. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and gently pat her head, but he held back in the end. His words were cold and serious: "So you finally know how to regret it?"

Qin Shou and this little sister didn't actually have a very close relationship before.

This is the youngest child of the Shi family, and she is pampered and spoiled. As her older brother, he naturally cares about her, but he also knows that she is afraid of him. In addition, he is busy with military affairs and rarely communicates with her.

While this girl was making a fuss at home about wanting to enter the entertainment industry, Qin Shou was abroad on an urgent military mission. By the time he returned to China, she had already blocked her entire family and run away from home.

This was, in fact, the first time the two had met in the three years since she entered the entertainment industry.

Even when she was drunk.

This villa was given to him by Shi's father after Qin Shou took over as the commander of the provincial military region. It's close to his military region, so he can stay here even if he doesn't live in the military region. I just don't know how this girl got the key and why she had to come here tonight.

The girl let out a small hiccup, clearly still a bit tipsy, unsure if she was dreaming or in reality. She whimpered and reached out for a hug, saying, "Don't call me Zhuzhu... call me Tongtong, call me Tongtong."

He seemed to have heard from his younger brother that she had changed her name to something like Tong.

Tong Su tilted her head and then pretended to be drunk as she sized up the man.

The man was still in his military uniform, his figure was straight and strong, his belt accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he also had a gun at his waist, giving him an even more arrogant and aloof aura.

He was handsome, with thick, long eyebrows like swords, thin lips pursed, and sharp, deep, dark eyes that gleamed with a cold light, like a blade cleaving through the night, making people involuntarily hold their breath and tremble with fear.

Qin Shou frowned and stared at her. This girl was so drunk that she couldn't even speak properly. She must have suffered some injustice in the industry.

She's a member of the Shi family; who would dare to mistreat her?!

"Where's your assistant? All the guards around me are men. I'll call your assistant to help you wash up, and I'll go make you some hangover soup."

Tong Su pouted: "I'm not drunk... I don't have an assistant, she ran away a long time ago. I don't have money to pay salaries, she took some embarrassing photos of me and ran away."

Qin Shou frowned even more, trying to put her on the bed: "Don't be afraid, I'll have someone bring the photos back—let go!"

As soon as she was put down, she took the opportunity to jump out of the rolled-up sheets, threw herself into his arms, and hugged his waist tightly: "No, no, I told you I don't want to rely on my family for help, it's too embarrassing!"

"You know what shame is?" he sneered. "Why didn't you feel ashamed when you were spouting nonsense?"

She looked up, her eyes filled with grievance, and muttered, "You're making fun of me..."

Qin Shou laughed.

Perhaps because she was drunk and her mind was muddled, she forgot that she was always afraid of her and even dared to talk back.

He tried to pry her hands off his waist: "If you won't let your family help you, are you just going to suffer like this?"

The girl shook her head at the sound, clearly unwilling. Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, she chuckled, raised her head, and declared triumphantly, "I've got an idea!"