"Finish this one, then there's another one."

Anning wore the dress she wore that night, her hair cascading down her back without any embellishment.

She holed up in the room where she met the man, drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

Her rosy cheeks looked even more delicate in the candlelight.

She also asked Xiren, but he said he didn't know that man.

"I finally meet someone I have feelings for, but I don't even know their name."

Glug, another mouthful of wine down.

An Ning looked utterly dejected, and with a thud, she slid off the bed and onto the floor.

"Why is the sky... starting to spin?"

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling, only to be met with a dizzying sensation as the world spun around me.

"Forget it, if I can't find it, I won't. Anyway, it's not like I can't forget it."

With a clink, the wine glass fell to the ground and rolled to the doorway with a gurgling sound.

downstairs.

Mu Ange put the mask back on and walked up the stairs step by step. For some reason, a voice in her heart kept saying, "I must do it again!"

With each step he took, his back ached terribly, but he didn't care at all.

The door creaked open, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted out. The cold wind from outside the window made the thin gauze curtains on the bed sway gracefully.

In a daze, he seemed to see the girl from that night...

bite.

He kicked the wine glass by the door, jolting his muddled thoughts back to reality. The bed was empty.

"Xiren, who has been to this room?"

Mu Ange suddenly remembered something and asked loudly.

Xi Ren climbed in through the window: "A girl."

Mu Ange suddenly grabbed his collar: "Where did you go? Where did you go?"

Xi Ren looked at him and burst out laughing: "It's downstairs."

Mu Ange turned and went downstairs. All she could see were courtesans swaying their hips like water snakes.

"No, not these, it's the one who was drinking upstairs just now."

Mu Ange instinctively felt that the girl drinking upstairs just now was the same girl from that day.

"Who was drinking upstairs just now?"

Xi Ren looked at everyone and asked.

A girl dressed in green gauze, her eyes alluring, walked briskly towards us.

"Young master, it's me."

Mu Ange didn't even glance at her and left directly.

Xi Ren glanced sideways at An Ning, who was vomiting violently at the corner of the stairs, her expression dark and unreadable.

The Three Princes' Palace.

"She hasn't come back yet?"

"without."

Mu Ange waved his hand: "Never mind, the antidote is ready. Tell her to drink it."

"good."

It was late at night. Usually at this time, Mu Ange would be asleep, but tonight, she couldn't fall asleep at all.

He would glance out the window every now and then, straining his ears to listen to what was happening outside.

Chen Xun said considerately, "Your Highness, Xiao Ningzi hasn't returned yet. You should rest early. What could possibly happen to a eunuch like him?"

Mu Ange glared at him and turned over.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a thud, and An Ning stumbled in, falling flat on her face.

Mu Ange suddenly opened her eyes, rolled out of bed, and pushed open the door to go out.

Unexpectedly, An Ning was dressed in a moon-white long robe, with a plain silk belt outlining her graceful curves. Her delicate face was full of drunkenness, and her waterfall-like hair was flying wildly. When she looked at Mu Ange, she was extremely drunk, yet also extremely alluring.

Mu Ange stared at her figure, frozen in place. Her gaze shifted to his face, and her mind was struck like a thunderbolt: It was her?

Was the girl from that night really her? Was the person I'd been thinking about all along actually her?

An Ning's legs buckled, and she was about to fall to the ground.

Mu Ange subconsciously reached out and pulled her into his arms, unconsciously tightening his grip. The joy of regaining her filled his mind. Even now, holding Anning in his arms, he felt a genuine sense of unreality. He couldn't even believe that he had become the luckiest person in the world.

An Ning snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning, it was actually you! Xiao Ning, do you know? I actually..."

An Ning frowned and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to like anyone anymore."

The words Mu Ange was about to say caught in her throat, and she could no longer speak.

"I don't want to like anyone?"

He seemed possessed, repeating An Ning's words over and over again.

An Ning was completely drunk, her whole body draped over Mu Ange. She barely opened her hazy eyes and said, "You know what? I actually had a little crush on... that Mu Ange. You know Mu Ange? He's the most dissolute man in the whole capital. But, but that night I met a man, and I liked him a lot too."

Mu Ange's mind exploded once again, all her emotions crashing down like a tidal wave.

"Xiao Ning, me too..."

"But now, I don't like anyone anymore. It's so hard to like someone, so hard that I just threw up, ugh."

An Ning immediately closed her eyes and vomited all over Mu Ange.

Mu Ange pressed her lips tightly together.

The initial joy came crashing down like a tidal wave, but was instantly frozen into an icicle by the tranquility.

Without saying a word, he swept her up in his arms and carried her straight into his dormitory.

Chen Xun didn't even get a good look at who the person Third Master was holding in his arms before he was kicked out.

Mu Ange carefully placed Anning on the bed, then tossed his outer robe aside. He reached out and wiped the stains from the corner of Anning's mouth, then knelt by the bed and said in a trembling voice, "It's alright if you don't like it. I'll wait patiently."

I'll wait patiently for you to fall in love with me again.

An Ning let out a soft moan, clutching her chest in discomfort, "It hurts so much."

This was the most she had ever drunk. It felt like her chest was on fire, making her feel terrible all over.

As soon as I close my eyes, I feel dizzy and disoriented. Even when I open them, everything is blurry and I can't see anything clearly.

Would you like some water?

Seeing her like this, Mu Ange felt extremely distressed. Even when the bear-like beast stretched out its sharp claws to strike him, he had never felt this bad.

Anning shook her head: "No, I'm hot."

As he spoke, he began to tug at his collar.

Her slender, white neck was unexpectedly exposed to Mu Ange's eyes, her collarbone exuding extreme sexiness.

Mu Ange grabbed her fidgeting hand, his voice hoarse: "Don't move."

An Ning's eyes were red at the corners, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I feel terrible, sob sob sob sob."

Mu Ange washed a slightly cool cloth and helped her wipe her body, her eyes full of tenderness.

Are you feeling any better?

The moment the cool handkerchief brushed against her body, An Ning felt like a stranded fish finding a lake, clinging to Mu Ange's arm and refusing to let go.

The moment the warm little hand touched her, Mu Ange was completely stunned.

He seemed to have held her hand before, but he had never felt this way before—moved, secretly delighted, surprised, and uneasy.

Mu Ange gently placed her other hand on the back of her hand and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

An Ning turned to look at him, and in her daze, she felt that this person was somewhat familiar: "Hmm? You look so familiar."

On the bed lay a delicate, soft woman with a pair of drunken phoenix eyes. The red at the corner of her eyes was more beautiful than any other woman in the world. Her originally fair and delicate skin was flushed under the influence of alcohol. Her alluring lips opened and closed, and the moment she looked over, one could never look away or forget her stunning beauty.

Mu Ange suddenly reached out and gently pinched her chin, then kissed her without hesitation...