Mo Shisheng glanced at Mu Qingcheng and noticed that her eyes were glazed over, and she was already in a slightly tipsy state.
He raised his hand and downed the wine in one gulp, then whispered, "Go to sleep."
"Um?"
Upon hearing Mo Shisheng's words, Mu Qingcheng suddenly looked up, blinked, and seemed not to have reacted yet.
"I'm going to sleep."
He plugged the bottle of lotus wine, placed it on the table, and tapped Mu Qingcheng's forehead with his hand, "With such a low alcohol tolerance, you still try to drink like others."
"Ouch!"
Mo Shisheng used considerable force, and Mu Qingcheng hissed, gasped, and pouted, complaining, "Jiu, it hurts so much when you hit me like that."
"It's supposed to hurt."
After finishing, Mo Shisheng didn't waste any more words with her. He pulled Mu Qingcheng's arm and walked towards the bed. As soon as Mu Qingcheng touched the soft blankets, she immediately pounced on them, feeling incredibly satisfied.
Seeing this, Mo Shisheng smiled slightly and also lifted the blanket to lie down.
With a flick of his finger, he extinguished the candlelight, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness.
The cold moonlight outside the window shone into the room, reflecting off the silvery snow and scattering it on the floor like a blanket of white frost, carrying a chilling atmosphere.
This winter is really cold.
The next day.
When Mu Qingcheng woke up, the temperature beside her was already ice cold. She had a terrible headache, and when she sat up abruptly, she felt dizzy.
Unable to resist, I raised my hand and pressed it to my temple. "Wine?"
"..."
There was no response. A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, instantly waking Mu Qingcheng up.
She still had a terrible headache. She had been drunk before, but this time was different. The pain was so bad that she couldn't muster any strength at all.
His gaze swept around the room, and when it landed on the windowsill, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"liquor!"
She screamed, and the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. A Qiu walked in and found Mu Qingcheng standing by the bed wearing only a thin shirt and no shoes.
"Mu Qingcheng, have you lost your mind?"
A Qiu's tone was slightly cold, and displeasure flashed across his handsome face.
"Achoo! Achoo!"
Hearing A Qiu's voice, Mu Qingcheng turned around abruptly and ran towards him, tightly gripping A Qiu's arm with both hands. "Did you see the wine? She slept with me last night, but now... but now..."
Mu Qingcheng's reaction made A Qiu frown slightly. He glanced at the windowsill, where there was a pool of bright red blood that had already dried.
Looking down at Mu Qingcheng, who was clinging to him helplessly, A Qiu bent down, picked her up, carried her to the bedside, put her down, and knelt down to put her shoes on. "Don't worry."
"How could I not be anxious... how could I..."
Mu Qingcheng was filled with self-reproach, her eyes red-rimmed. She suddenly looked up and stared intently at A Qiu, "A Qiu, you have such wide connections in the Divine Realm, you must have a way of finding out where the wine is, right?"
"..."
Meeting Mu Qingcheng's reddened eyes, A Qiu's gaze remained indifferent. "I don't know."
You're lying!
Upon receiving the answer, Mu Qingcheng suddenly pushed A Qiu away forcefully, stood up from the bed, and walked downstairs. However, she was shocked by the mess in front of her and stood there in place.
Bloodstains were everywhere, a testament to the fierce battle that had taken place here.
The thought that the blood might be from alcohol made Mu Qingcheng feel like she couldn't breathe. She ran downstairs very fast, almost slipping and tumbling down the stairs, but she didn't slow down.
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