“…”
Was he drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor)?
Oh no, I've lost memory.
"That's because they weren't prepared."
"Yes, yes, young master, before drinking, you must first go to Mount Tai to offer sacrifices to Heaven, then to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to pay respects to your ancestors, and then ask the world's best fortune teller to calculate an auspicious day. Only then can you be considered fully prepared. When the auspicious time arrives, you can drink half a cup to avoid getting drunk..."
"...Miss Ji, you're becoming more and more adept at using the Yin and Yang techniques, you know that?"
"I know."
Ji Qingqian took her boyfriend's arm and raised her fair and delicate face to him: "But I actually learned it from Young Master Lu, you probably didn't know that, right?"
Lu Yibei sighed helplessly: "You become like the company you keep. Can't you learn something good?"
Ji Qingqian chuckled lightly: "The reason I'm growing to love Young Master Lu more and more is because I learned it from you."
Because you can feel the love in the other person.
Therefore, one's feelings of love for the other person will become more and more obvious.
Lu Yibei touched his chin and admitted, "I really am loving myself more and more."
Ji Qingqian's expression changed, she loosened her grip, and said coldly, "Then you can leave by yourself."
Lu Yibei hugged his girlfriend. Although she pretended to be annoyed, she did not pull away. Instead, she complied with her boyfriend's actions, allowing him to rest his nose against her smooth neck without any qualms.
"The year is coming to an end. You've really worked hard this year."
Although the two only met for one semester, which is half a year.
But I prepared for more than a year just to see him.
Ji Qingqian's heart softened, and so did her body.
"It's not hard work at all."
"Is it almost midnight?"
"…Um."
Ji Qingqian looked at the 11:58 PM displayed on her phone.
To be more precise, she turned on the clock.
And then...
"ten…"
"Nine…"
"eight…"
Zhao Xun and Ma Jiaojiao held balloons.
On the shore of West Lake, the crowd squeezed the two together.
Hearing the almost screaming countdown from the surrounding crowd, they involuntarily blended their own voices into the chant.
"seven…"
"six…"
…
…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com