He picked up his own portion and drank it all in one gulp!
After finishing, he turned the wine glass upside down and smiled at Ye Qiu.
She showed no reaction; her expression remained unchanged.
Ye Qiu took a small sip and found it quite pleasant—sweet and fragrant—which immediately piqued his curiosity.
"What kind of juice is this? It tastes so good…"
"If it tastes good, drink more. Why are you being so stingy with juice?"
"Hey! What are you doing—! Ugh~ glug!"
Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, Ning Rongrong stood up, pressed down on his hand, and forced a large mouthful of liquid down his throat.
As the juice entered his stomach, the aroma spread from his mouth all the way inside. The sweet taste made Ye Qiu feel as if he were drifting in a sea of flowers.
A surge of heat rushed straight to his brain…
When Ning Rongrong finally released him, his head felt dizzy.
He couldn't help shaking his head. His vision blurred, and Ning Rongrong in front of him split into two overlapping images.
"You… why can't you even stand properly?"
"Pfft~ Hehe!" Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled. "You really are a newbie…"
This red "juice" was actually fruit wine—made from various fruits and rose petals, then carefully concentrated. Because the strong fruity and floral fragrance masked the alcohol, it smelled just like ordinary juice.
Moreover, this wine was extremely potent. You wouldn't feel anything while drinking it, but once it reached your stomach, it would make you feel as though you were submerged in a sea of flowers.
Let alone Ye Qiu, a complete novice—even some experienced drinkers would find it hard to endure.
Ye Qiu had completely forgotten about Ning Rongrong's alcohol tolerance and had overestimated his own.
Seeing her drink a large glass so casually, he had taken a gamble, never expecting himself to be such a lightweight.
I may be cautious, but I have absolutely no tolerance for alcohol.
Ning Rongrong rested her hands on the table, cupped her chin in her palms, and smiled brightly, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
"Ye Qiu… what's wrong?"
"I… feel a little dizzy…" Ye Qiu felt his strength draining away. He barely managed to sit upright by leaning on the table.
Ning Rongrong walked over, sat beside him, leaned on the table with one hand supporting her head, and looked at his flushed profile.
Her voice softened.
"Ye Qiu… do you hate me?"
"Mm… oily… a little…" Ye Qiu's words were slurred and unclear.
"Really?" Ning Rongrong's eyes sharpened dangerously. "Are you still holding a grudge over what happened at the last auction?"
"Hm?" Ye Qiu tilted his head and looked at her. He raised his hand, pinching his thumb and index finger together. "A little… just a little…"
"Oh, I see!" Ning Rongrong said, nodding in sudden realization.
"You're such a cheapskate!" she muttered as she poured another cup and topped off his glass.
She pressed the cup to his lips and poured another large gulp into his mouth.
Already drunk, Ye Qiu's condition worsened instantly. If Ning Rongrong hadn't been holding him up, he would have collapsed onto the table.
His fair face and neck were completely flushed red.
In his hazy vision, Xiao Wu's figure appeared, smiling warmly at him—only to suddenly transform into Zhu Zhuqing, spider spears extending from her back, her expression cold and merciless…
Ning Rongrong held onto him to keep him from falling.
She had been amazed by his appearance during their first auction.
Then she recalled the moment in Sunset Forest, when Ye Qiu descended from the sky to save her—and the pleasant scent she had caught while in his arms.
Her rosy cheeks burned even hotter.
Leaning forward, she sniffed his neck twice.
He still smells so good…
"Ye Qiu… I'll ask you one last question…" Ning Rongrong gently turned his face toward hers.
Azure eyes met deep blue eyes.
"Hm?" Ye Qiu's eyelids drooped heavily, but the blurry figure before him gradually became clear.
Ning Rongrong hesitated. She pursed her lips, the tips of her ears slowly turning red, before softly asking,
"Do you think… I'm beautiful?"
The moment the words left her mouth, her face burned with embarrassment. How could I ask something like that…?
"Ah!" she suddenly exclaimed.
Ye Qiu had pulled her into an embrace.
"So beautiful…" he whispered softly into her ear, as though lost in a dream.
Ning Rongrong's heart raced violently as a surge of joy flooded her chest.
She pressed her burning face against his chest.
Breathing in Ye Qiu's scent—perhaps due to the alcohol, or perhaps because she had already entertained this thought—she lifted her head.
Looking at Ye Qiu, who was barely conscious, she curled her lips slightly and leaned forward.
Warm breaths brushed across her face, making her cheeks burn even hotter.
The scalding heat stirred ripples in her blue eyes, misting them until they shimmered like crystal-clear water.
Their lips gently touched.
Ning Rongrong trembled. The electric sensation made her feel numb, dizzy, and intoxicated.
"Xiao Wu…"
However, Ye Qiu's murmur was like a bucket of ice water poured over her.
It was as if sleet had suddenly fallen upon a warm rainforest.
Her body stiffened.
Her mind cleared.
The mist in her eyes vanished, and the blue waves disappeared without a trace.
Shame and anger surged forth as she immediately pulled away from Ye Qiu's embrace.
"This guy… he actually mistook me for someone else!" Ning Rongrong angrily grabbed his collar.
What on earth had she just done?
"Speak! Who is Xiao Wu?!" She shook him several times, but seeing no response, she finally realized he had already fallen into a deep sleep.
"Ye Qiu, you bastard!" Ning Rongrong glared at him, her eyes practically spitting fire.
Bang! Bang!
She punched him twice in frustration.
"This was my first kiss!"
Just as she was about to take another step and wake him to demand an explanation, a clear yet slightly dazed voice sounded from behind her.
"Sister Rongrong~ What are you doing?"
"Ah! Little Blue?!"
Like a thief caught red-handed, Ning Rongrong panicked and looked around—only to see that Xiao Lan had already woken up on the bed.
She was rubbing her head, staring at Ning Rongrong in confusion.
"Ah~ It's nothing, nothing!" Ning Rongrong hurriedly released Ye Qiu and stepped back.
Ye Qiu slumped onto the table like a lifeless rag doll.
Xiao Lan, still somewhat dazed, walked unsteadily over.
She nudged Ye Qiu, but when he didn't respond, she looked at Ning Rongrong with puzzlement.
"Sister Rongrong~ What happened to my brother?"
"Oh… he's fine. He just got drunk while drinking with me!" Ning Rongrong said quickly, avoiding her gaze.
"Oh, I see. Brother is so mean. He drank it himself and still told Xiao Lan not to drink it…" Xiao Lan gently patted Ye Qiu's head, acting like the mature one.
"Hehe…" Ning Rongrong laughed awkwardly, guilt written all over her face. She leaned closer to Xiao Lan and asked cautiously,
"Little Blue… did you see anything just now?"
"Huh?" Xiao Lan rolled her eyes, thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes!"
"What?! You saw it?!" Ning Rongrong's voice shot up. Her face turned an ugly shade of red, panic written all over it.
"Yeah! I just woke up and saw you hitting my brother…"
"Phew…!" Ning Rongrong finally let out a sigh of relief and patted her still-developing "fried eggs."
"That's good… that's good…"
"Did anything else happen just now?"
"Of course not!" Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips, leaned closer to Xiao Lan, and stared at her seriously. "We only drank a little wine! Um… that's all!"
Xiao Lan, who had just woken up from her drunken stupor, didn't think too much about it and nodded drowsily.
"Sister Rongrong, do you know who Xiao Wu is—the one Brother mentioned?" Ning Rongrong asked, trying to sound casual, though curiosity flickered in her eyes.
"Oh?" Xiao Lan tilted her head. "Sister Rongrong knows too? But I've never met that sister before. I've only met Sister Zhuqing!"
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