Seeing how naturally Zhou Ran accepted it, Sheng Ting swallowed back the words she wanted to say.
On the first day, Sheng Ting was somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Even if it's not suitable, she can't call the person back.
Sheng Qian is not the kind of person who revolves around her.
Zhou Ran noticed Sheng Ting's discomfort but didn't say anything.
Having lived together for so long, even she, let alone Sheng Ting, felt a little uncomfortable.
They are not heartless or emotionless people; they will always have some feelings.
But even if you don't like it, you have to adapt.
No one needs to cling to someone to survive.
Besides, Sheng Qian is not their property.
"Xiaoqian said that once they've finished setting things up, they'll invite us over for a meal."
“Yes, that’s to be expected. We’ll see whether Young Master Long treats Sheng Qian well or badly then.” Zhou Ran glanced at Sheng Ting and suddenly said, “I might move to the Yao family’s Sheng Yan store later, so it will be more convenient for me to go to work.”
Sheng Ting was taken aback. "You're moving out too!"
Does that mean only she is left?
"Aren't you going to Hong Kong in a few days? You should move out after you leave," Zhou Ran mentioned, so that Sheng Ting could be prepared.
Sheng Ting opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
She'll be even more unaccustomed to living here alone from now on.
Ignoring Sheng Ting's thoughts, Zhou Ran ate his meal and went back to his room.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard, Sheng Qian and Long Yunting sat at a small table with candles lit, creating the illusion of a candlelight dinner.
Looking at the dishes that Long Yunting had personally cooked, Sheng Qian smiled and said, "They look delicious."
"Eat," Long Yunting said, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by Sheng Qian.
"Shall we have a drink first?" Sheng Qian had bought some wine today and poured a glass for the two of them.
Long Yunting hesitated for a moment: "Can you drink?"
"You won't get drunk after three cups."
Sheng Qian picked up her wine glass, gesturing for him to clink glasses.
Long Yunting then picked up his glass and clinked it with her's.
The wine is strong, and so is the affection.
The atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous after this glass of wine.
Sheng Qian didn't just have a drink; she ate a few bites of food and then clinked glasses with Long Yunting.
The two of them clinked glasses and drank one after another.
Sheng Qian thought her alcohol tolerance would be as good as in her previous life, but the more she drank, the more dizzy she became.
His face was also tinged with the effects of alcohol and sex.
Her jade-like face resembled the night sky after the sunset glow faded; her flushed cheeks and slightly dreamy eyes created an indescribably captivating scene.
Long Yunting's grip on the cup tightened involuntarily as he stared intently at the hazy, intoxicating scene before him.
"Qianqian, are you drunk?"
Long Yunting's voice was slightly hoarse.
Sheng Qian frowned. "I'm not that easily drunk."
Sheng Qian wasn't drunk, but Long Yunting looked drunk.
At this moment, Long Yunting's heart was pounding like a drum.
"It's better not to drink it, it's bad for your health."
"Of course we have to have a couple of drinks to celebrate," Sheng Qian shook her dizzy head, sat up straight, and knew that she hadn't inherited her previous life's drinking capacity.
I never realized I had such a low alcohol tolerance.
When they looked down, they discovered that they had drunk several large bottles of liquor, and the bottles they were using were several kilograms in size.
Long Yunting followed her gaze to the empty bottle on the ground and suddenly came to his senses.
They hadn't even realized they'd drunk so much.
No wonder even I felt drunk.
Looking at Sheng Qian, whose face was flushed red, Long Yunting's heart skipped a beat.
He dared not let Sheng Qian drink anymore.
Some people really do get into trouble when they drink too much.
"Qianqian, stop drinking."
No matter how happy you are, you can't joke with your life.
Sheng Qian, her wine glass snatched from her, struggled to her feet. "Are you full? How about we go for a walk?"
She felt she needed to sober up.
Long Yunting pulled her into his arms, and Sheng Qian leaned into his embrace. Hearing his heart pounding like a drum, she couldn't help but chuckle.
"No need to go out tonight. Wash your face and rest first."
"We just finished eating, let's take a walk..."
Sheng Qian pulled him and walked out.
"Shallowly".
Long Yunting didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of hurting her.
With her waist constricted, Sheng Qian couldn't move.
"I'm not drunk."
"Hmm, shall we wash our faces first?" Long Yunting looked down and saw the person leaning against his chest, his heart beating even faster.
His eyes were deep and dark.
Long Yunting's voice became even hoarser: "Qianqian."
When calling out to someone, I couldn't help but swallow.
Watching the movement of her Adam's apple, Sheng Qian reached out and touched it.
Long Yunting suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Qianqian, don't touch me like that."
Seeing his reaction, Sheng Qian laughed: "Besides that place, what part of your body haven't I touched?"
Long Yunting gasped, his whole body stiffening.
Sheng Qian was completely unaware of how terrifying Long Yunting's gaze was at that moment; it looked as if he wanted to devour her whole.
"You're really drunk."
Otherwise, Sheng Qian, in a state of lucidity, would never have said such a thing to him.
Long Yunting restrained his impulse and led Sheng Qian to sit down on the bedside. "Sit down first, I'll get you some water to wash your face."
Wake up, wake up.
However, as soon as he turned around, his hand was grabbed. When he turned back to face Sheng Qian, whose eyes were blurry with drunkenness, Long Yunting felt his blood running backward.
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