Chapter 13

With the Zheng family's inherited drinking capacity, he shouldn't have been drunk to the point of passing out after drinking a few bottles of beer, and this was not in line with his restrained nature. It was just that he had insomnia the night before and had done heavy work during the day, so he slept so soundly.

When Zheng Juyong saw Guan Ying's face, he was almost scared out of his wits. He jumped up like a carp performing an acrobatic trick!

Guan Ying lifted the foot he was pressing on and rubbed it against the back of her other trouser leg, imitating his tone with exaggerated tone: "Qiqi, Qiqi, don't chase me away~"

"Ah! Stop talking!" Zheng Juyong was as clear-headed as he could be.

Guan Ying had just started to show her ability, so how could she let him go so easily? She even intensified her anger: "I don't want you to do this for my own good. You want to drive me away, but I won't..."

"Ah!!" This was equivalent to taking Zheng Juyong's life.

If this matter is not suppressed immediately, I'm afraid it will be made public by her, just like when I wrote my name as "Guan Ju Tang" when I was a child!

Zheng Juyong was so childish that he fought back, imitating her affected voice: "My dear, it must be so hard for you to take a detour to send me off. How can I bear to leave you behind?"

Fortunately, the words I said to Xiao Weiyan that night were remembered by him.

Guan Ying rolled up her pajama sleeves, blinked in disbelief, and sneered, "Ha! Zheng Juyong, you're amazing!"

"So what! I am taller than you now. Don't think you can beat me like when we were kids. I advise you not to do whatever you want!" Zheng Juyong had to be tough for once.

"Oh! Fine, if you dare to fight back today, I'll consider you a bitch!" Guan Ying couldn't tolerate him. Zheng Juyong had always been defeated by her. If she didn't show her power today, would he really turn against Tian Gang? She rushed forward and kicked him in the butt.

Zheng Juyong was too familiar with her moves, so he dodged forward with his legs bent, which annoyed Guan Ying. She then attacked directly at the hair on the back of his head. Her attack was absolutely ruthless, but she ignored the fact that the opponent had short hair. She used all her strength but only made Zheng Juyong lean back and slide away, with no killing power at all.

"Guan Ying, you're almost there!" Zheng Juyong scratched the back of his head, his back against the wall, standing straight. He didn't have the courage to fight back. He couldn't afford to provoke but he could afford to avoid.

"Heh! I'd like to ask, when did I allow you to call me by my full name? Come here!" Guan Ying was holding back after failing to defeat him with two consecutive moves.

"I won't!" He wouldn't be frightened by her. Was he going to let her hit him? He wasn't the bratty kid he was when he was little.

"Zheng Juyong! Can you get over here?" Guan Ying wanted to subdue him, so he had to pull him out from the wall first.

"I don't, I don't, I don't! Guan Ying, Guan Ying, Guan Ying!" He would shout three times whatever she didn't want to hear. The louder he shouted, the more courageous he felt.

"Okay, okay..." Guan Ying gritted her teeth and looked around. There were still a few rolls of old air-conditioning quilts left on the two upper bunks. They were the only weapons she had in the room. Without thinking, she picked up a roll and swung it at his forehead.

How could a quilt possibly hurt someone? Zheng Juyong opened his arms and actually caught the quilt. This made Guan Ying a little angry and embarrassed, so she simply threw all the quilts at him!

When the little bully showed his power, Zheng Juyong was like Wu Song who slew the tiger. She had lost her mind and was so stupid as to hit him with the quilt. She was afraid that after hitting the last roll, she would rush out of the bedroom to get a knife, and then he would be in trouble.

Seeing that the top bunk on the bed frame was about to be thrown away by her, Zheng Juyong made a quick decision and rushed towards her with the quilt in his arms, not to fight back, but to control her. In a daze, he pushed her onto the bed and, through the scattered air-conditioning quilts, he squatted on her and oppressed her.

Both of them were panting from the exertion, their eager, rapid breaths going back and forth on each other's cheeks and ears, emitting a familiar yet unfamiliar smell. For a moment, no one realized that there was anything unusual about this action.

Until Guan Ying yelled, "Ah, take your claws away!"

The air-conditioning quilt had long been loose and dragged all over the floor. He only felt the softness under his hands, but he didn't realize that the corner of the quilt had already slipped out of his hands and pressed where it shouldn't be. This observation was terrible, and he was so scared that he immediately withdrew his hands and retreated his whole body upwards, but his forehead just hit the bottom of the upper bunk: "Oh!..."

Stunned by the impact, Zheng Juyong's eyes went dark, and he slumped down at the foot of the bed, his back resting against the railing between the two bed frames. The noise was so loud that it frightened Guan Ying. Without bothering to settle the score with him, she quickly rolled over, kneeling in front of him, straightened her back, and condescendingly felt the back of his head. "Don't move! Let me see if there's any bleeding!"

Zheng Juyong's head was like a volleyball that was hit by the opponent's palm in the air and fell into the net. She jumped up to catch it and curled it under her collarbone.

"Where, where? Here, or here?" She asked as she gently put her fingers into her hair and tapped lightly.

Zheng Juyong was hugged tightly by her, with his straight nose touching the soft spot. He couldn't open his mouth or close it, and could only mumble vaguely.

"There doesn't seem to be any bleeding. Do you feel anything?" She carefully felt around to make sure there were no external injuries.

Zheng Juyong patted her shoulder blades on the back, signaling her to let go.

She was too panicked. If anything happened to him here, Aunt Zheng would probably be seriously ill back home. Although Zheng Juyong was infuriating, he was the only precious son of the Zheng family. She had known this since childhood and would only aim for his buttocks when she spanked him hard.

Guan Ying hurriedly let go of his head, but still held his shoulders with both hands, staring at his expression intently: If Zheng Juyong had symptoms of internal bleeding, he needed to be sent to the hospital immediately, and she dared not be careless for a moment.

"Why is your face getting redder and redder? Look at me, Zheng Juyong, lift your head. Why are you breathing so fast... Hand, hand, give me your hand, it's bad, it's bad, your heartbeat is too fast, go to the hospital, go to the hospital now! Ah, Xiao Weiyan, yes, yes, I'll call him to carry you! Don't be afraid... Just hold on..."

Guan Ying jumped off the bed and staggered out of the room drunkenly. She told him not to be afraid, but she was actually panicking. The dormitory was far from the city, and the hospital was even further away. The thought of words like concussion and cerebral hemorrhage made her ears buzz!

"Didn't you say that he was in Dubai? Besides, his driving skills are so bad..." Zheng Juyong supported himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, inexplicably disgusted by her mentioning Xiao Weiyan's name at this time.

"Ah, what should I do, what should I do!" Guan Ying had never been so helpless before.

"I'm fine. No need to go to the hospital. It's just a bump at best. It will go away on its own in a few days. There's no need to make a fuss." Zheng Juyong touched the back of his head. If it had been bruised, it would have been broken long ago, not like this now. "Why don't you get me some ice packs from the refrigerator?"

Guan Ying ran out barefoot, stepping over the quilts scattered on the ground.

Zheng Juyong needed to be calmer than her, so he took the ice pack and applied it on his cheeks and neck.

After a moment of silence, Guan Ying bent down and asked him, "How do you feel?"

The collar of her pajamas was loose and smooth. When she bent over, it fluttered and exuded a light floral fragrance after the bath. Zheng Juyong eagerly applied the ice pack to his eyes: "Can you please pay attention!"

There was still a hint of resentment in his tone, but she no longer cared about him: "I promise I won't hit you again."

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Zheng Juyong threw down the ice pack and lay down. "Forget it, I want to sleep!"

"Are you really okay?"

"fine!"

"But this is my bed..."

"..." Zheng Juyong turned over with a start, and stepped back to the bed next door through the gap between the bed frames.

Seeing how agile he was, Guan Ying felt relieved. Not wanting to disturb him by making any more noise, she didn't bother to clean up the mess and quietly climbed onto the bed.

Maybe it was because his head was hit, but Zheng Juyong tossed and turned on the pillow, unable to find a comfortable position. He couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He didn't know what time it was when he finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned over and sat up, staring at Guan Yingfa in the bed next to him in a daze.

Why are her ankles so white and glowing even at night? Oh, it was these ankles that were wrong from the beginning!

Zheng Juyong was upset by what he saw. He stood up, climbed over the railing with his arms, and pulled out the corner of the quilt that was pinned down by her legs. Then he pulled it down to cover her feet. After doing all this, he was about to turn around, but he was stunned: the thin air-conditioning quilt was now just right... with perfect curves.

When she sleeps on her side, her shoulders are slender, her waist is thin, her hips are plump, her legs are long, and her black hair cascades down her back, making her look like a mermaid learning to walk ashore in Andersen's fairy tale. Unfortunately, all this is exchanged for the mermaid's voice. She is only so beautiful when she is quiet.

A headache.

Zheng Juyong lay back on his pillow, his thoughts becoming increasingly confused and disordered. That was the little bully Guan Ying! How dare he? How could he? How could he? Qiao Qi, yes, call Qiao Qi at dawn!

Early in the morning, when the doorbell rang, Zheng Juyong was still sleeping soundly. Guan Ying looked at the time, jumped out of bed.

"Wow, what happened? You two were eating and drinking last night and didn't even call me?" Jiawei arrived on time. As soon as she entered the room, she was attracted by the hot pot and beer bottles in the living room that had not been cleared away yet.

"I think you didn't get enough sleep the night before, and you were running around in the market during the day, so don't stay up late at night. It's just a hot pot, we can make it anytime, and the wine is here." Guan Ying pointed to several boxes of wine by the door.

When Jiawei turned around, she caught a glimpse of the scattered blankets on the floor through the half-open bedroom door. "Ha, you guys had a big show last night! No wonder you're still sleeping now. You must be exhausted!"

Guan Ying frowned and hurriedly closed the bedroom door. "You know what's going on between us, and you're making such a joke! He fell and hit his head last night. I think about our trip to Dubai today..."

Hot pot and a few cases of wine couldn't buy off Jiawei, who was now full of holiday urges. "Wow, how could you let me down now! Look at him cheering so loudly, and he was fine after hearing it. But me, I got up early today and put on full makeup. I don't care, anyway, you can't forget your friends for the sake of a beautiful woman!"

"...How about I ask Xiao Weiyan. If he's free today, maybe he can take you around Dubai."

Since Jiawei came to the UAE, she has been busy with this and that. Now that she has finally overcome the difficulties, it is indeed time to treat her to some fun and relaxation. Guan Ying couldn't bear to let her be happy for nothing. She remembered that Xiao Weiyan was in Dubai for business last night, and maybe he could be of use. Besides, Jiawei and he have always gotten along well.

Jiawei was embarrassed: "Hey, Brother Yan is so busy at work, why bother him? I have to have you today~"

Guan Ying leaned against the bedroom door. "Haha, that's strange. You know my words work. Besides, he worked overtime last night, so he should have had a day off today."

Jiawei put down her bag and lowered her head to clean up the hot pot mess: "He's a man, how could he possibly accompany me shopping all day?"

Guan Ying still wanted to persuade her: "Tsk, that's even weirder. When did you start looking down on your brother Yan? He's the best at packaging, and he's also very eloquent. He might even be able to help you negotiate a discount!"

Jiawei grabbed a few empty bottles with both hands and stuffed them into the kitchen trash can. "Oh, forget it. You know I'm the most loyal to you! I know you're torn between friendship and loyalty. At worst, I'll wait here for Juyong to wake up. When you see he's okay, we can go to Dubai. It'll only take about an hour!"

Jiawei insisted on doing so, so Guan Ying had to give up.