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Meng Qing was somewhat shocked at this moment. He instinctively wanted to step forward to stop it because he remembered in his dream that the water had been drugged.
But wasn't the person who drugged him the third young master of the Shi family himself?
He drinks the water he prepares himself now, so there can't possibly be a problem.
Perhaps he was just overthinking it all; dreams are just dreams, not reality.
Things in dreams don't necessarily happen. I didn't drink that water, no young master from the club came to my door, and the water wasn't drugged at all.
It's just a glass of ordinary boiled water.
Meng Qing realized that she had thought too badly of the handsome third young master of the Shi family in front of her, since this person hadn't done anything to her yet.
All I did was step out of a closet in his room, fall and sprain my knee, whimper and ask him to help me apply the medicine, and play a few silly games.
He didn't look bad at all; he was clean-cut and refined, with innocent and clear eyes. It was hard to imagine that he would do such a dirty thing.
Now, hasn't he also drunk the cup of water from his dream?
But nothing happened, and there were no problems.
As Meng Qing watched Shi Qian drink water, her thoughts began to drift away again.
How can someone drink water so gracefully? The drop of water on their lips didn't get drunk, and oh dear, it's dripping down.
Why do I feel like he's trying to seduce me?
Shi Qian was unaware of the jumbled thoughts in Meng Qing's mind; he only noticed that the water was getting hotter and hotter the more he drank it.
It wasn't the water that was hot; it was his body that was starting to feel hot.
"Hey, don't you think it's getting hotter here?"
Shi Qian put down the glass of water, which was a third full, and asked the person standing in front of her with some confusion.
Meng Qing looked at Shi Qian sitting on the table. His face, which had been deathly pale just moments before, was now flushed with a faint pink, and his eyes were filled with tears, becoming hazy.
Shi Qian was unaware of the changes in herself; she just felt very hot, so she grabbed her neck and tugged at her collar.
A large expanse of her collarbone was exposed, but Shi Qian didn't feel cold at all; she just kept pulling at her clothes.
Seeing that she was about to perform a striptease on the spot, Meng Qing's eyes darkened.
The water was indeed problematic.
However, he couldn't understand why Shi Qian would drink that problematic water. Wasn't he the one who poisoned that water?
Meng Qing stepped forward to stop the person who was about to take off his clothes haphazardly, and helped him straighten his collar to cover the exposed skin.
"I'm so hot."
"I feel very uncomfortable."
"It's very uncomfortable."
Shi Qian didn't know what was wrong with her. Why did she feel so hot and restless after drinking a glass of water?
He felt weak in his limbs, and to save his energy, he fell into Meng Qing's arms. Meng Qing was ice-cold, and he felt very comfortable being close to her.
Shi Qian wasn't completely out of consciousness yet. He pointed to the folding bed and complained in a tone as if the bed had slept on him:
"This bed is too small, you can't sleep in it!"
Then he pointed to the blanket.
"This tattered blanket lets in a draft even when you cover your belly button, you can't use it!"
Shi Qian struggled in Meng Qing's arms for a moment, poked her restless head out, raised her chin, and gestured for Meng Qing to look at the window.
"This broken window makes so much noise, like a tractor running!"
"You, sleep with me!"
After finishing speaking, he dazedly pulled Meng Qing away, as if staying there for even a second longer would be torture.
Seeing that the person in front of her seemed a little confused, and considering Ji Qian's injuries, Meng Qing didn't dare to move and let him pull her outside.
Shi Qian walked unsteadily, and if Meng Qing hadn't been supporting her, she probably would have fallen long ago.
But Meng Qing couldn't always keep this young master in check, who seemed to be drunk. Taking advantage of a moment when Meng Qing wasn't looking, Shi Qian slept against the wall, pointing at a painting by an unknown artist, and said with a happy expression:
"This is mine."
As he spoke, he lay down on the painting.
Meng Qing looked at the landscape painting. He didn't understand painting, but he could tell that it was very well painted, with an excellent artistic conception. The scene was vividly depicted with just a few strokes, showing that the artist had a very deep skill.
Shi Qian lay on the painting for a while, seemingly asleep. Meng Qing was about to go over and pull him off when he saw the man turn around and hug him tightly, murmuring softly:
"This is mine too..."
Meng was taken aback by these words. What did they mean? What was "his"? Did this young master like her?
Meng Qing recalled her dream and quickly dismissed the idea.
Shi Qian was making a fuss the whole way, and it took Meng Qing a lot of effort to carry Shi Qian back to his room. Shi Qian clung to him like a piece of chewing gum.
Finally, he threw Shi Qian onto the sofa. Shi Qian's clothes were already a mess.
She had already taken off her sweater and was hanging it around her neck, and she had also pulled down most of her undershirt, revealing a fair shoulder.
Shi Qian's face was flushed, and she was still pulling at her clothes, trying to press herself against Meng Qing. Meng Qing had no doubt about the drugged water.
Fortunately, I only drank a third of the water and didn't finish the whole glass, otherwise the situation would have been unmanageable.
Although Meng Qing had no obligation to take care of the crazy young master in front of him, he couldn't just ignore the person in front of him because of the kindness Shi Qian had just shown him.
Otherwise, he was afraid that when he opened his eyes tomorrow, he would see a naked, handsome man swaying in front of him.
Just as Meng Qing was pondering what to do, Shi Qian's phone, which he had casually tossed onto the sofa, rang.
Although Shi Qian was already somewhat out of it, she still answered the phone out of habit.
"Hello, who is it?"
"Mr. Shi? This is Xiaolin from Lanma. I've arrived at the gate according to the address you gave me. The security guard here needs to verify my identity. Could you tell me why?"
"What blue horse or black horse? Who are you?"
Shi Qian was completely out of the loop. Since regaining his senses, he had completely forgotten what he had done in the past two days.
Xiao Lin stood somewhat awkwardly in front of the security guard at the entrance, his phone still on speakerphone, hoping to get a greeting from this generous young master.
After all, this guy approached him two days ago, asking him to take on a job, promising a reward if he served him well.
The money offered was too much, and the Blue Horse Club didn't forbid them from taking on side jobs, so Xiao Lin immediately agreed.
When they arrived at the gate, they discovered that these wealthy people's villas couldn't be entered unless you were a familiar person or car owner, so they made a phone call.
Unexpectedly, the person denied it at all, leaving him in a very awkward situation at the door.
Xiao Lin, disregarding the security guard's probing look, said directly, "I am Young Master Xiao Lin from the Blue Horse Club. I've come to see you today as agreed."
Upon hearing the word "young master," Shi Qian immediately triggered the keyword. After all, he had been the young master of his family since childhood and was used to being willful. Hearing these two words, he didn't understand what people were talking about and blurted out:
"I am the young master!"
He slammed the phone down.
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