Everyone enjoyed the meal very much.
I drank quite a bit of alcohol.
Everyone was slightly drunk.
more or less.
After finishing their meal, Cheng Tingrui and Ma Xiuyuan said their goodbyes and left.
When Cheng Tingrui left, he paused briefly beside Zhao Changqing.
“Governor, there are empty rooms in my house next door. If you don’t mind, you may move over there to rest.”
Zhao Changqing solemnly said, "No need, Youyou and I have important matters to discuss."
The previous topic gave him an excellent excuse.
If it were any other woman, a lone man and woman, people would have the wrong idea.
But when talking to He Youyou about serious business, it really can only be serious business.
When He Youyou was discussing serious matters, she couldn't stand others rambling on.
She has no tolerance for unprofessional business partners.
Cheng Tingrui said nothing more, bowed and took his leave, walked out of the courtyard, and went straight to the house next door.
He Youyou led Zhao Changqing to the corner tower's office.
She always discusses business here.
This was Zhao Changqing's first visit to the He residence.
This is the first time I've been able to enter openly and honestly, and to openly admire the interior layout.
The furniture in this room looks a bit strange; it's different from the usual style.
The legs of the armchair are short, and it is covered with thick, soft cushions.
The backrest and armrests were also padded.
It's very comfortable to sit in.
Is this what she likes?
He Youyou sat casually cross-legged in her chair, her eyes half-closed.
Having just drunk quite a bit of realgar wine, the heat was rising in his body, and his face flushed a deep red.
The maidservant served the tea and then withdrew.
In the huge room, only the two of them remained.
Zhao Changqing tasted the tea; it was a little hot.
He Youyou's face also felt a little hot.
She raised her hand and loosened her collar: "It's so hot."
The Dragon Boat Festival is the day when the yang energy is at its peak throughout the year.
The temperature has also risen considerably.
From the loosened collar, Zhao Changqing could see half of his collarbone, as white as his neck.
But because it is not easily seen on ordinary days, it is even more alluring.
Taking advantage of He Youyou's drunken state, he boldly lingered his gaze on her collarbone, thoroughly enjoying the sight.
Back in the military camp, He Youyou bandaged his wounds, and even saw his bare chest and abdomen.
He's basically... recouping some of his investment.
He Youyou loosened her collar, but still felt unbearably hot.
Zhao Changqing held up a teacup and handed it to her.
"Have a sip of tea to sober up."
He Youyou reached out and touched the teacup, but immediately withdrew her hand.
"It's hot," she mumbled, her face flushed with intoxication.
Zhao Changqing had seen her usual aloof, rational, and eloquent demeanor many times, but this was the first time he had seen her in such a charming and innocent girlish state.
She softened her voice: "I've already blown on it to cool it down for you, it's not hot anymore. Drinking cold tea isn't good for your health, this is just right, would you like to have a couple of sips?"
The teacup was brought to her lips again.
He Youyou brought her red lips close to the teacup, took a sip, and immediately frowned.
"Zhao Changqing, you're lying to me, it's clearly hot."
Zhao Changqing put away the teacup, but couldn't stop smiling: "No, it's not hot anymore. I just tasted it."
"You're a liar, I don't believe you!"
"Really... take a sip, sweetie..."
She was making a fuss, and he was laughing.
Time slipped away amidst their laughter and playfulness.
Zhao Changqing had never imagined that doing nothing but patiently coaxing someone, especially a woman, could be such an enjoyable thing.
Every expression of hers was deeply imprinted in his mind.
Growing bolder, he reached out and slowly touched He Youyou's face.
But He Youyou grabbed him and pressed him against her face.
"Your hands are so cool, it feels so good."
Zhao Changqing was dumbfounded.
He never imagined that his hand would be able to so brazenly press against her face.
"...You're drunk."
My heart was pounding.
This was the first time in his life that he had such intimate contact with a woman.
"Um, yeah, I'm drunk." He Youyou seemed to regain some consciousness. She let go of his hand and murmured, "I want water, I'm so thirsty, I need water."
Zhao Changqing withdrew his hand, a hint of regret in his voice: "Would you like some tea?"
"No, I want ice water."
As she spoke, she squinted, her mind not quite clear, but her hands moved with practiced ease.
He reached into his sleeve with his right hand and pulled out a transparent bottle.
She tried to twist the bottle cap, but couldn't get it to budge.
Left with no other choice, she grabbed Zhao Changqing's clothes with one hand and handed him the bottle with the other.
"Help me unscrew it, I can't turn it."
Zhao Changqing put down his teacup and took the bottle from her hand.
He's no longer surprised by anything she pulls out now.
The bottle felt ice-cold to the touch.
The moment his palm touched the bottle, he was jolted by the cold.
He opened the bottle cap, held it under his nose, and smelled it; it was colorless and odorless.
water?
Ice water?
He Youyou saw him open the bottle cap and reached out to take it.
Zhao Changqing pulled the bottle back: "It's too cold. You can't drink this water; it's bad for your health."
He Youyou pouted: "Zhao Changqing, you're so long-winded, just like my mother."
"Listen to me, you can't drink something so cold."
He Youyou grew impatient and couldn't stand the man's rambling, so she pounced on him and snatched it.
He managed to pounce, but he failed to grab it.
She was drunk and completely out of control, throwing herself into Zhao Changqing's arms.
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