After Mo Shisheng finished answering, she was about to step inside when Ming Beiya pressed a finger against her forehead.
She pouted in dissatisfaction and raised her hand to push away Ming Beiya's finger, but her wrist was restrained.
Mo Shisheng frowned and raised her other hand in dissatisfaction, but her wrist was still grabbed and she couldn't move.
Finally, after realizing she couldn't break free from Ming Beiya's hold, Mo Shisheng gave up struggling.
Her wet eyes stared at Ming Beiya. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Looking at the girl's slightly naive face after getting drunk, Ming Beiya's tone softened a bit, "Where are you going?"
"Go back to sleep."
Hearing Ming Beiya's question, Mo Shisheng smiled foolishly. Since her hand was being held down by Ming Beiya, she could only pout and point towards the direction of Ming Beiya's bedroom, "There, go sleep there."
Ming Beiya noticed that drunk girls would always say "ya" in their speech, which was soft, cute, and adorable.
She looked just like a furry animal, which made Ming Beiya reach out and touch her head. He found that her hair was surprisingly soft and had a wonderful feel to it.
Feeling someone touch her head, Mo Shisheng asked in confusion, "Why are you touching my head?"
"Because I wanted to touch it, I touched it."
Ming Beiya answered casually, and because the touch felt good, he patted the girl's head again.
"Hmm..."
Mo Shisheng nodded obediently, "But you pinched my hand so hard it hurts."
Hands hurt?
Ming Beiya realized that he was still holding the girl's two slender wrists, so he immediately let go and found that there was indeed a red mark on her fair wrists, which was particularly conspicuous on her snow-white skin.
"Delicate."
Ming Beiya glanced lightly at Mo Shisheng's hand, then said calmly, taking out a bottle of ointment and gently applying it to her.
A cool, refreshing sensation spread across her wrist, making Mo Shisheng feel incredibly comfortable, like a cat contentedly dozing off with its eyes half-closed. "I am quite delicate, you know."
"And they have self-awareness."
Ming Beiya chuckled, rubbed the ointment all over her hands, and then shoved it into her hand.
Looking at the porcelain bottle that had suddenly appeared in her hand, Mo Shisheng was stunned. Drunk, her mind wasn't quite clear, and it took her a while to ask, "Why are you giving me this?"
"You've already used it, I don't want it."
Ming Beiya glanced at the completely drunk Mo Shisheng, withdrew his hand, and said, "Hurry up and go wash up and go to bed."
"Oh... okay..."
Mo Shisheng still couldn't understand what Ming Beiya meant by that sentence. She just nodded blankly and continued walking towards Ming Beiya's bedroom.
Ming Beiya followed about a step behind her. Watching the girl's slender figure walk unsteadily in front of him, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on Ming Beiya's lips.
When Mo Shisheng was halfway there, her legs gave way and she almost sat down on the ground. Ming Beiya noticed in time and quickly reached out to support her waist.
When his hand touched the girl's soft waist, Ming Beiya was surprised again.
So her waist is that flexible?
Completely unaware of Ming Beiya's thoughts, Mo Shisheng, driven by the alcohol, was still dazed and looked innocently at the stunningly beautiful face that had suddenly loomed large in front of her.
Mo Shisheng reached out her small hand and poked Ming Beiya's face, asking in confusion, "Why are you suddenly so close to me?"
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