Stepping off the bed, Mo Lan walked to Qin Su's side, patted her shoulder, and winked at him.
Have fun.
Having been misunderstood by Mo Lan so many times, Qin Su had gotten used to it. When she saw Mo Lan winking at him, he felt a little annoyed but otherwise unmoved.
Unfortunately, before Mo Lan could leave, Qin Su grabbed her wrist. "You really want me to stay?"
What kind of talk would it be if a woman brought a man to a brothel?
How could she even think of that!
Hearing Qin Su's question, Mo Lan blinked, "Since you're already here, how can you have fun if you don't stay?"
Qin Su: "...You're staying here with me?"
"Haha... No way, I don't have such heavy tastes, haha..." What a joke, observing? Do you really think she's drunk and easy to fool?
Qin Su's face twitched, his eyes fixed on Mo Lan. He desperately wanted to pry open this woman's head to see what was inside. However, looking at Mo Lan's dazed eyes, Qin Su felt she was probably seven or eight parts drunk.
Although it has its own consciousness, its thinking is rather disjointed.
It was already close to dawn, and Qin Su didn't want to waste any more time. He grabbed Mo Lan's wrist and left the private room.
"Young master, is there anything we can help you with?" The Liu sisters had been waiting at the door. When they saw Qin Su and his companion being half-dragged and half-supported out, they quickly stepped forward to ask.
"My friend got drunk and left first," Qin Su said, taking out some silver and handing it to her before turning and leaving with Mo Lan.
"I'm not drunk, really, don't you believe me? Why don't you let go, I can walk alone..."
Liu'er watched the two walk away and sighed softly, "Sister, when do you think we'll meet an employer who will redeem us from our servitude?"
"Let's just wait it out." Cui'er held the silver coins. No matter what, today was the most relaxing day. It turned out that the two young masters really were just here to drink and listen to music.
Qin Su led Mo Lan off the painted boat and strolled leisurely along the riverbank. A cool breeze blew, and Mo Lan couldn't help but shiver, feeling a little lightheaded.
"Are you cold?" Qin Su glanced at her and wrapped his cloak around her.
Mo Lan wasn't short to begin with, but compared to Qin Su, she looked like a little girl.
Now, wearing an oversized cape, he looks like a little radish head, which is a bit funny.
"I'm not cold, really,"
Wearing Qin Su's cloak, she was completely enveloped in it, and the scent of bamboo filled her nostrils. Mo Lan felt her head spinning even more.
"Stop fooling around."
Seeing Mo Lan fidgeting and pulling around, Qin Su raised his hand and patted her head. Mo Lan was caught off guard and stumbled, but fortunately Qin Su caught her by the waist and pulled her back into his arms.
"Why did you hit me?" This guy deserves no reward for his good intentions; she even treated him to drinks and prostitutes.
Mo Lan looked up at Qin Su with a surprised expression. Even though she was wearing a hood, she could feel that Qin Su had hit her on the head.
Looking at the head so close to his face, which was mostly covered by a hat, he could still clearly see those bright eyes and lips with a fluorescent pink tinge.
"Cough cough... I didn't hit you." Qin Su pursed his lips awkwardly, turned his face away, and whispered a defense for himself.
Mo Lan kept her head tilted back to look at Qin Su. The two were very close, close enough to hear each other's breathing.
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