Chapter 55 is so much fiercer than before, even the tip of the tongue...
Fu Huaiqing lowered his eyelashes.
The girl's eyes were clear and bright, like a babbling spring, with countless stars falling into them, pure and untouched, and a small dimple appeared and disappeared at the corner of her mouth.
The hem of her sleeve was slightly tugged, and Fu Huaiqing's gaze, which had been fixed on her, dropped a little lower, landing on the slender knuckles of her fingers that were tugging at his sleeve. An indescribable tingling sensation welled up in his throat, spreading through his veins.
After a while, seeing that he hadn't sat down, the branches on my neck, which had been tilted back, started to ache and go numb. I lowered my head and patted his wooden stool. "Sit down!"
After several attempts, Fu Huaiqing finally understood.
When she's slightly tipsy and her mind is hazy, the last syllable of her words rises in pitch.
"Are you drunk?"
Biezhi extended two fingers, leaving a tiny gap, "Just a little bit."
Aside from being somewhat unable to control her behavior, she was still conscious and not unconscious.
Her charming and adorable expression was irresistible. Fu Huaiqing's thin lips curved into a smile. He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and sat down.
After he sat down, he measured the distance between them, then moved the wooden stool slightly to his side with both hands, and looked up at him.
A gentle breeze carried the faint scent of pear blossoms from the girl. Fu Huaiqing's eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on Biezhi, who was looking up at him with a crisp, clear expression. He pursed his dry, thin lips and clenched his fist slightly on the table, trying his best to suppress the restlessness rising from the depths of his heart.
Bie Zhi tilted her head, her gaze sweeping up the man's handsome face before settling slowly into his eyes.
She raised her hand to cover the lower half of Fu Huaiqing's face, and her other palm covered his forehead, leaving only his eyes visible. His deep, dark eyes were filled with her image, nothing else.
After examining it closely for a while, she found it increasingly familiar.
Especially now, it feels like I've seen it before at some point.
Fu Huaiqing roughly guessed the meaning behind her behavior and let her look him over.
After observing for a while, Biezhi fell silent. She moved her palm, which was on the lower half of his face, up half an inch. The man's slightly parted thin lips came into her view. In a sudden instant, a scene from the past flashed before her eyes.
Biezhi agreed with her thoughts from last night.
It's really nice to kiss.
The moment her thoughts began to wander, Biezhi realized what she was thinking and abruptly withdrew her palm, her eyes flickering.
"It does look quite similar." To hide her panic, Biezhi subconsciously picked up her wine cup and took a sip of wine. As she tilted her head back to drink, she caught a glimpse of the man's slightly raised palm out of the corner of her eye and stopped.
Oh, it's his wine glass.
Fu Huaiqing chuckled and said slowly, "What you're drinking is mine."
Biezhi: "..."
She swallowed the wine that lingered in her throat, turned her eyes away as if she hadn't heard him, but deep down she just wanted to find a hole to crawl into and cover herself with dirt so no one else could see her.
Fu Huaiqing looked at it with great interest for a while, then laughed and said, "It's freshly poured, I haven't drunk it before."
But the wine cup is yours!
And I've even drunk it.
Biezhi glared at him.
In an instant, a faint, husky laugh escaped the man's throat.
The gentle, hot breath almost brushed against her cheeks. Biezhi was annoyed by his laughter, and anger, mixed with drunkenness, welled up inside her. She glared at him defiantly, "What are you laughing at? So what if you drank the wrong thing?"
Fu Huaiqing raised an eyebrow slightly, remaining silent.
She realized that she was the one who had made a mistake, and her anger only lasted for a moment before she could retort. Seeing that he was still staring at her with a half-smile, she muttered guiltily, "At worst, I won't drink yours next time, I'll just drink someone else's."
Suddenly, the smile on Fu Huaiqing's thin lips froze for a moment.
Feeling like he'd shot himself in the foot, he frowned. The thought that many people were hoping she'd make a mistake, especially the thought that others might see her like that, brought his deepest displeasure to a head.
He remained outwardly calm, but his jaw was clenched tightly as he said, "From now on, you can only drink with me."
"No way." Biezhi refused decisively, raising her index finger and waving it slightly. "I've already promised other people."
Fu Huaiqing frowned: "The others?"
Biezhi nodded and counted on her fingers for him, "My senior brothers and sisters also made an appointment with Qin Wan. She even said that the siblings would get together again when they had time." She sighed as she mentioned this, not expecting that so many things would happen later and that the appointment could not be fulfilled. "I will go to find them after everything is settled in the future."
"Them?" Fu Huaiqing asked expressionlessly. "Qin Wan with whom?"
“Qin Xiao.” Bie Zhi hadn’t expected him to ask such an obvious question, and she didn’t understand: “Besides him, who else could it be?”
Fu Huaiqing's breath hitched slightly. "Didn't you think he was mentally unstable?"
Did she say that?
Biezhi blinked, bewildered: "When?"
Fu Huaiqing smiled slightly and helped her recall in great detail: "When you were teaching Fu Mingzhan swordsmanship, I, as the Prince of Su, spoke to you—" Before he could finish speaking, Biezhi, who had suddenly stood up, raised her hand and covered his slightly parted lips.
That's terrifying.
Biezhi's toes gripped the ground tightly, unwilling to recall the scene from that day.
He made an ambiguous statement about his interest in her, and then she immediately and mercilessly accused him, who was pretending to be indifferent, of being lustful and saying that he was not quite right in the head.
Biezhi: "..."
She chuckled. "I remember now."
There's no need to help me recall.
Biezhi felt a chill run down her spine as she thought about the many old grievances that would need to be settled in the future. She finally understood what Fang Tingzhi meant when she said that someone seemed to be alive but had actually been dead for a while.
"It's good that you remembered," Fu Huaiqing said calmly.
He picked up his wine cup and drank the wine inside, his gaze lingering on the other branches. If it were last night, he would have followed up on her words and questioned her. Given her current resistance to him, he would have pushed her further and further away, which would have been counterproductive.
That's enough for now, just right.
Seeing that he really didn't intend to continue speaking, Biezhi breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew her hand, and sat down silently, not forgetting to reach for her wine cup and sip it slowly.
Fu Huaiqing's Adam's apple bobbed as he pressed, "You think he's not right in the head, yet you're still planning to drink with him?"
Startled by his sudden outburst, Biezhi listened to his words and the tension in her back slowly eased. She glanced at Fu Huaiqing, whose gaze was fixed on her face, and after a moment of silence, she muttered softly, "I'm drinking with you too."
There's something abnormal about them, and it's not just one.
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
He paused for a moment, then said, "It's different."
“What’s different?” Biezhi thought they were pretty much the same.
Fu Huaiqing tapped his knuckles on the table, saying without batting an eye, "Just now, you can take it as me being Ji Ran."
Upon hearing this, Biezhi stared in astonishment at the man who had twisted the meaning of her words.
She was truly shocked by Fu Huaiqing's confident assertion. Her lips moved open and closed for a long time, and she even forgot whether she had just agreed to let him treat her as Ji Ran.
"Did I just agree?"
With an uncertain tone in his words, Fu Huaiqing's eyes curved slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully: "You didn't refuse."
Feeling a little dizzy, Biezhi blinked and thought about it very seriously.
really.
They did not refuse.
Fu Huaiqing didn't give her any more time to think, and said calmly, "So, don't drink with abnormal men."
Bie Zhi shook her slightly muddled thoughts, still feeling that something was amiss.
Even if you consider him Ji Ran, he is still Fu Huaiqing, no doubt about it.
She wasn't swayed at all, pointing a finger at him and saying, "You're not normal either."
Fu Huaiqing was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle.
Suddenly, Biezhi was somewhat stunned.
The man looked at her with a half-smile. The octagonal palace lanterns swaying in the wind under the eaves occasionally swept past, landing above his handsome and refined features. His sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, as dark as ink, were softened by the gentle candlelight, making them appear less cold and more warm. His thin lips held a faint smile as he gazed at her.
The moment her fingertips touched the corner of the man's mouth, Biezhi suddenly came back to her senses.
Their eyes met, and as he watched her lips tighten and loosen, Fu Huaiqing's dark eyes suddenly darkened. He swiftly grabbed her hand as she tried to pull away, pulling her wrist back to its previous position. He raised an eyebrow slightly: "Don't you want to kiss me?"
Suddenly, an inexplicable aura rushed into my mind, and my thoughts became somewhat sluggish.
Seeing that she remained silent, Fu Huaiqing asked again, "You really don't want to kiss me?"
“I…” Bie Zhi hesitated slightly. If the man in front of her was Ji Ran, even if he was just pretending to be Ji Ran, she would kiss him. But the man standing in front of her was Fu Huaiqing, not anyone else. She shook her head. “No, thank you.”
Fu Huaiqing's expression hardened slightly. "Why?"
Biezhi pouted and turned her face away, "I don't want to kiss you."
I don't want to kiss a liar.
She'd been lying to herself for so long, and hadn't even received a punishment yet; she didn't want a kiss.
Fu Huaiqing pressed his knuckles against her chin, his fingertips resting on her fair face, turning her face back to face him, rejecting her refusal: "You want to kiss me, you really want to."
His tone left no room for argument.
Biezhi blinked gently.
"You like it, don't you?" Fu Huaiqing's voice was hoarse as her fingertips slowly moved inward, gently wiping her parted lips. "Others may not know, but I know you like it."
Bie Zhi's lips trembled slightly.
She suspected he was seducing her and had evidence.
Biezhi's eyes widened slightly.
The man's slightly calloused fingertips lightly brushed against her slightly parted lips, as if he intended to go deeper. Her eyes changed, and she subconsciously closed her lips, only to suddenly bite down on his fingertips.
Suddenly, a very soft laugh rang in my ears.
His voice was hoarse and low.
A voice, tingling with a tingling sensation, swept through the surroundings, causing Biezhi's heart to tremble and her back to recoil by half an inch.
Before she could make a move, Fu Huaiqing, noticing her movement, wrapped his large hand around her taut waist and pulled her back slightly, closing the distance between them.
Even from the branches nearby, one could hear his low, controlled breathing.
She couldn't help but say, "It's clearly my own idea, but you insist on saying it's mine."
The muttering reached Fu Huaiqing's ears, and he raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, I think so."
Biezhi: "..."
Fu Huaiqing lowered his eyes and gazed at her, his large hand pulling in slightly, pressing tightly against her waist through three or four layers of clothing. "When you wanted to kiss me, I don't think I ever refused."
“You refused.” Biezhi glared at him, but the refusal was ineffective.
Fu Huaiqing chuckled and said slowly, "But in the end, it was all you who did it."
His deep voice, accompanied by his hot breath, swept over her again, leaving her heart pounding, neither rising nor falling, giving her no room to breathe. This time, Biezhi was certain: he was doing it on purpose, deliberately seducing her.
He was dragging his feet, which made her a little angry.
After a brief eye contact, Biezhi, with her almond-shaped eyes wide open, leaned slightly towards him, but stopped just before reaching his lips, saying, "I don't want to kiss a little liar."
Fu Huaiqing's relaxed breathing suddenly subsided.
He lowered his eyes and said, "How about the other way around?"
Biezhi: "Hmm?"
Fu Huaiqing turned his head and kissed her lips, saying, "The liar wants to kiss you, is that okay?"
Biezhi: "..."
You've already kissed her, why are you still asking her?
As the man's handsome features became clearer, she raised her hand to cover the lower half of his face, pushed it back, and shook her head: "No, you can't."
Fu Huaiqing's eyes narrowed for a moment, then he chuckled.
He released his large hand from the girl's waist.
Caught off guard, Biezhi stepped back and quickly turned to face the table full of food, not wanting to give him even a second glance.
Fu Huaiqing didn't say anything, but took the wine cup from her hand and placed it out of her reach. He continued the interrupted topic calmly, saying, "You've already drunk with one abnormal person, so you don't need to drink with a second one."
Her thoughts suddenly jumped, and Biezhi turned to look at him blankly, only realizing what he was talking about after a long while.
She thought about what Fu Huaiqing said for a moment and nodded: "That's true."
Biezhi wholeheartedly agreed, and as she was about to take another small sip of the Drunken Flower Wine, she suddenly couldn't find her wine cup. She lowered her eyes and scanned it several times before finally finding it. She blinked slightly and asked curiously, "When did it go there?" She paused, her expression slightly displeased, "Did you take it?"
Fu Huaiqing remained calm: "It ran there by itself."
“It has no feet, how can it run?” Biezhi frowned.
“It’s become sentient.” Fu Huaiqing subtly pushed the wine cup aside with the tip of his finger, raising an eyebrow slightly: “Now it has legs.”
Biezhi: "..."
Is she trying to soothe a three-year-old?
"It was clearly you who pushed it."
Her clear eyes were slightly misty, but she was still as sharp as ever. Fu Huaiqing pushed the wine cup further in front of her, met her glaring gaze, and said, "You're drunk."
“No, I’m perfectly sober.” Biezhi rejected the argument without hesitation. After a moment of silence, she added softly, “It’s true that I’m a little slow.”
Drunk people always claim they are sober.
The moment Fu Huaiqing stood up, he bent down, took her wrist, and helped her up. "Be careful not to lose your composure later, or you'll be looking for a hole to crawl into tomorrow."
"I won't remember." Biezhi obediently let him help her up.
Facing Fu Huaiqing's slightly suspicious expression, she nodded firmly, "Don't worry, I'll forget everything. Even if I remember now, I'll forget it all after a good night's sleep." Seeing that he still didn't understand, she tugged at the corner of her mouth and said to him, "Selective amnesia."
“When you’re so drunk you’re completely unconscious, you definitely won’t remember anything about when you were drunk when you wake up the next day.” Biezhi couldn’t control herself and said without holding back at all, “Besides that, it all depends on whether I want to bring it up again.”
Fu Huaiqing's forehead veins throbbed as he listened, and his voice deepened: "You've forgotten what happened tonight?"
"Hmm?" Biezhi pondered for a moment, then honestly replied, "I don't know."
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
He lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly for a moment, then said to Jiang Yue, "Bring me a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."
Jiang Yue was extremely fast, and returned in no time.
The food on the table was also removed.
Biezhi stared at them blankly, then raised her head, puzzled. "What are you going to do?"
Fu Huaiqing bent down, smoothed his sleeve, took out a pen, and said, "Let's put it in writing."
"Huh?" Biezhi really felt like she was a little drunk this time, and she couldn't understand what he was saying. "What written agreement?"
Fu Huaiqing handed her the brush dipped in ink, his expression calm: "You didn't refuse anything just now."
Upon hearing this, Biezhi suddenly fell silent.
"Write it down." Fu Huaiqing raised his chin slightly, gesturing for her to put pen to paper.
He had already planned that if she forgot tomorrow, he would place the written agreement in front of her.
Biezhi seemed to be planning to renege on her debt and didn't really want to write.
The girl's sparkling eyes barely flickered before Fu Huaiqing saw through her thoughts and said casually, "If you write it down, I will pretend that what just happened never occurred."
Hearing him say that, Bezhi gave him a strange look.
She wasn't exactly shy, and it wasn't like she hadn't actually kissed someone before. But when she suddenly heard him suggest that he would bring it up from time to time in the future, she had a feeling that he might bring it up again and again.
After a brief silence, she took the pen.
As she wrote her large, illegible characters, Biezhi suddenly regretted not heeding the advice of the master in Xianyun Tower and practicing calligraphy properly. "Can you understand this?"
“I’ve seen it quite a few times,” Fu Huaiqing said.
I didn't understand it before, but I do now.
The question was merely a polite inquiry; even if he didn't understand it, Biezhi wouldn't rewrite it.
She put down her pen and watched as Fu Huaiqing neatly folded the papers and put them into his sleeve.
A gentle breeze carried a hint of intoxication. Biezhi, whose thoughts had been led astray by him for some time, no longer wanted to pay attention to him and immediately asked him to leave: "It's getting late, you should go."
Her crisp, charming tone carried a strong sense of dissatisfaction, and a hint of a smile appeared in Fu Huaiqing's eyes as he glanced at the night sky out of the corner of his eye.
However, the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) is hardly considered late.
His gaze swept over Biezhi, whose eyes seemed somewhat vacant. "I'll take you back."
Biezhi shook his head.
It's only a hundred or so steps; she can walk that distance herself.
Just as she turned to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Biezhi frowned slightly and turned back. "You—" Her words were cut off by Fu Huaiqing's sudden, clear breath.
He tapped Biezhi's chin with his fingertips, lifted it slightly, and then kissed her soft lips, moving them around before finally entering her mouth.
To suck or lick.
The breaths that lingered in the breeze were sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
The breath after drinking was already thin, and the last bit of breath was completely taken away, leaving nothing for the other branch. A soft and numb sensation washed over her whole body, and her legs, which had been struggling to support her, weakened a little. Just as she was about to fall, he caught her with one hand and pulled her close to his body.
It's unclear how much time passed before Fu Huaiqing finally released her.
In an instant, Biezhi felt as if she had come back to life.
With his gaze fixed on the girl's glistening lips, Fu Huaiqing tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart.
His Adam's apple bobbed. "You—"
"I'll make sure you forget about it all tomorrow!" Panting, Biezhi glared at him, thinking she was being very fierce.
The kiss was so much more intense than before; I almost bit my tongue raw.
Her almond-shaped eyes, brimming with affection, held an indescribable hint of reproach. Fu Huaiqing stared at her intently, remaining silent.
Biezhi ignored him and got up to walk back.
Whether it was from his kiss or the smell of alcohol that had taken over her body, Biezhi couldn't fall asleep after washing up in her room. All she could think about when she closed her eyes was the events of the night. She didn't know how long she lay there, but she still couldn't fall asleep.
After a moment's thought, she summoned Hua Chao and realized that she had only been lying down for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
Biezhi fell silent for a moment.
I might as well get myself drunk!
Then, Hua Chao, who was about to go to wash up, took out the Drunken Flower Wine for no apparent reason.
Four pots in total.
Two people, two pots each.
So drunk that they didn't even have time to go back to their bed, the two of them just collapsed onto the table and fell asleep.
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