Shen Qiyin reached out and cupped his face to examine it closely.
A moment later, she suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" like a startled kitten whose dried fish had been snatched away.
Xiao Yan slightly curled the corners of her lips: "Oh?" What's wrong?
"Xiao Hanyu!" Shen Qiyin seemed to have regained some of her senses, looking at him with surprise: "Is it you?"
"It's me."
When did you arrive?
"When Yinyin was about to 'find other treasures'."
Shen Qiyin was already drunk and confused, so she couldn't remember her arrogant words just now, and naturally she didn't understand the true meaning behind Xiao Yan's resentful tone.
At this moment, all she could see was Xiao Yan's face, which was so handsome it was outrageous.
She beckoned to him with her finger and said, "Come here."
Xiao Yan obediently moved closer to her.
She frowned, seemingly dissatisfied, and asked again, "Bring some more over."
“Yinyin…” Xiao Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his voice suddenly tightened: “Any closer and we’d be pressed together.”
He looked at her face so close to his, and unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand.
The next moment, a warm, soft touch came from his lips, making him freeze on the spot.
They even held their breath.
The surroundings seemed to suddenly become quiet, so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat, "thump," "thump," one after another, so intense.
Shen Qiyin's ulterior motives towards Xiao Yan have been brewing for quite some time.
When she's awake, her courage and boldness are enough to allow her to hug him.
Now that he's drunk, he's completely let loose.
Miss Shen kissed him with complete confidence!
She thought to herself, if it were any other young man, she would certainly not dare to lay a finger on him, but this was Xiao Yan, and Xiao Yan had already decided that he was hers, so what was wrong with her being intimate with her own man?
Therefore, she felt perfectly justified in her lewd behavior.
However, she had no experience in this area, and after impulsively leaning in for a kiss, their lips remained pressed together without any further action.
She stepped back.
Xiao Yan instinctively followed, but she lowered her head, leaned on his shoulder, and drifted off to sleep.
The young master was left unsatisfied, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The next day.
Shen Qiyin was awakened by a series of ghostly wails.
It seems to be Chunsheng and Situnan.
While getting dressed, she listened intently and realized that they seemed to be helping Xianglan recall what happened last night.
When she finished washing up and went out, what she saw was Chunsheng holding a corncob, standing on a snowdrift, twisting like a long worm, humming a tune she had never heard before.
"Good brother, cheers!"
Sturnan stood beneath the snowdrift, twisting and turning like a devout believer, adding, "And there's more!"
"And there is that...light of righteousness, shining brightly upon the earth..."
Xianglan sat opposite, holding Ah Huang, looking utterly dejected. She muttered to herself, "It's fake, it must be fake. I could never do that."
At this moment, Wei Zhao passed by and said quietly, "Really."
“You were holding Ah Huang like this last night, insisting on becoming sworn brothers with it.”
Xianglan: "..."
Wei Zhao: "And it's the eldest brother."
Xianglan was completely numb.
As Shen Qiyin watched, she thought to herself that being drunk is not scary, nor is forgetting one's own crazy state when drunk. What's truly terrifying is having someone help you remember, and more than one at that!
She secretly rejoiced.
Thankfully, I still remember what happened last night.
She subconsciously touched her lips.
She noticed a small cut on her lower lip while she was doing her makeup.
Suddenly, a flood of memories overwhelmed me.
When Xiao Yan's face involuntarily appeared in her mind, Shen Qiyin's expression changed slightly.
She never expected that his face beneath the mask would bear a six or seven-point resemblance to that of the Imperial Noble Consort!
Could there be some connection between them?
Xiao Yan is the son of the Imperial Noble Consort?!
This guess is undeniably bold.
However, Shen Qiyin felt that it was not impossible; otherwise, why would Xiao Yan never show his true face?
Just then, Chunsheng suddenly ran up to her, pointed at her broken lip, and asked, "Second Master, what happened to your lip?"
With just one sentence, she successfully drew everyone's attention to her.
Wei Zhao said with concern, "I'll go get you the medicine."
Honeysuckle hurriedly asked, "How did you do that?"
Sturnan, looking quite shrewd, guessed, "He must have been dreaming about eating meat and biting it open himself."
Shen Qiyin: "..."
After a moment of silence, she said seriously, "Yes, that's right, just like he said, I dreamt of eating meat and bit it open myself."
Wei Zhao brought the medicine back to her without saying anything.
Xianglan, however, sneakily approached and teased in a low voice, "Miss, judging from the condition of the wound on your mouth, it's definitely been bitten, but who bit you is still uncertain, isn't it?"
Shen Qiyin suddenly smiled at her and said, "Shut up, you little trash."
She heard all the things she said to "make up" about her last night.
Although she didn't know exactly what "little trash" meant, her intuition told her it wasn't a compliment; it must be mocking and belittling her abilities in some way.
Although I don't know exactly which aspect it is, it definitely exists.
Xianglan grabbed her arm, about to use her charm to get away with it, when suddenly a lively voice came from in front.
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