C21

That night, Shang Yiqing didn't even know how she returned to the Duke Palaces. Her tolerance for alcohol was originally not that high, but when so many people came up to persuade her, and when Fang Zinan looked at her with ridicule from time to time, it angered her, and she drank a few more cups of wine. At first, she was still able to control herself, but after that, she became confused, and did not know why.

When she woke up, it was already midnight.

"Bring water, I'm thirsty!" Shang Yiqing licked his dry lips and shouted.

Someone offered her a cup of water and helped her to sit up. She drank it all in one breath, and the people who were extremely thirsty only felt that the cup of water was like a sweet dew.

"I need more water." She leaned against the bed lazily, not even opening her eyes.

Another cup of water was brought to her lips. She drank three cups of water in a row. Only then did her thirst completely disappear. At the same time, her alcohol senses cleared and she slowly opened her eyes.

A person was sitting in front of her bed, blocking some of the light from the candles, making her seem like a wall.

"How can it be you, where's Xiao Ru? Why didn't she come and serve me? " Shang Yiqing couldn't help but ask when he saw the person seated in front of him was Fang Zinan.

"Esteemed wangfei, it's already the middle of the night. I told her to go back to her room to rest." Fang Zinan said with a ridiculing tone, and the corner of his lips curved up to form the outline of a smile.

"It's all your fault, why did you frame me? You want me to drink so much for you? " Shang Yiqing, who was half drunk and half awake, shouted angrily at the smirk on his face.

"I didn't frame you. You were the one trying to be brave. You don't have that much alcohol tolerance, you can just not drink it!" Fang Zinan's expression was indifferent, as she completely ignored Shang Yiqing's angry mood.

Shang Yiqing glared at him. "You have no good intentions anyways!"

Fang Zinan only smiled, "Do you want to drink more water?"

Shang Yiqing nodded her head, Fang Zinan got up and poured another cup of water for her and brought it to her lips. Shang Yiqing bowed and suddenly felt that her internal organs were in a mess, her stomach filled with an intense urge to vomit, she wanted to endure the sour feeling, but she couldn't stop it no matter what, and as if her stomach was going to swallow her own stomach. She opened her mouth and vomited towards Fang Zinan.

"Ai ?" "You ?" Fang Zinan wanted to dodge, but he could only move his body backwards. However, he spat out more than half of the filth on his body.

Shang Yiqing completely ignored the black lines on his face and continued to vomit until he completely vomited all of the filth. Only then did he feel a little better and stand up while rubbing his chest.

"You think you're spitting all over me?" Fang Zinan raised his eyebrows, and his face revealed a look of disgust. He was always a germaphobic person, but now he had vomited all over Shang Yiqing's body. His entire body was covered in filth and the stench of alcohol on the entire room almost made him choke on himself.

Seeing him in such a state, Shang Yiqing laughed and said: "You can't blame me for this, I've already helped you drink the wine, and am only giving them back to you now!"

Has Fang Zinan been vomited like this in his life before? This embarrassing feeling greatly angered him. As he retreated, he took off his clothes. He wanted to quickly take off this clothes that was full of dirt from the vomit.

When had she ever seen him in such a sorry state? When she saw his flustered and exasperated appearance, she actually felt very happy. She wanted to restrain her laughter, but she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"You damned woman!" Fang Zinan glared at her in anger, the smell of alcohol on his body made him want to vomit, "I will go and change my clothes first, I will come back later to teach you a lesson!" After which, he turned around and walked out.

"Hur Hur Hur Hur, this is really too funny!" After laughing, Shang Yiqing was about to wipe away the dirt on the front of his mouth, but then he felt a wave of nausea, his body was like boiling porridge, rolling up his throat. She quickly bent down and spat into the spittoon. After vomiting, even she felt disgusted. When she drank, she only felt the fragrance of alcohol, but why did she feel the filth after vomiting? No way, she also had to change clothes.

When her feet touched the floor, she felt even more dizzy. Not to mention her whole body, even the floor seemed to be empty. She supported herself on the bed frame to prevent herself from falling down.

"What are you doing up drunk?" Fang Zinan supported her in disgust. He really didn't want to help her if he couldn't bear to see her like this.

Shang Yiqing's wine was currently 30% drunk, and the remaining smell was even stronger, even if she stood there unsteadily, under the dim light of the red candle, she was still alive and beautiful.

Fang Zinan was originally disgusted, but when she saw the blush on her face, which was so tender that it seemed as though water was dripping out, for some reason, her heart moved, and she did not continue to speak those unpleasant words. He was only supporting Shang Yiqing who was about to fall down and get drunk.

"Let me help you to bed." he said.

"I'm not going!" She struggled, not wanting him to help her.

"You're already this drunk, what are you trying to do?" Fang Zinan suppressed the impatience in his heart and asked unhappily.

"I need to change. I don't want to lie in the bed I just threw up." She spoke with a slurred voice and made up her mind.

A narrow smile suddenly surfaced on Fang Zinan's face. "Alright, I'll carry you to the study room."

"I still need to change!" she cried, wincing at the smell of her own wine.

"Alright, I'll help you change your clothes." As he spoke, he suddenly picked her up, opened the door, and walked out.

Just after midnight, the lanterns in the yard slightly lit up, and a bright moon hung in the sky. However, he still felt warm in his heart, perhaps because her body warmed his heart, or because his heart was originally warm. He carried her to the study room, and it was only then that he realized when he held her that he almost didn't feel her weight at all. A very strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart: Shang Yiqing had a fresh and refined face, and the drunk her seemed to have some sort of enchanting charm.

"I want to change." She struggled in his arms and released her hold on his neck.

Fang Zinan looked at her tenderly and said softly, "If you move again, you better be careful of falling to the ground."

She narrowed her eyes and poked his chest with her finger. With a smile, she asked, "Eh? Why are you moving around?"

"Nonsense!" If I don't move, how can I take you to the study? " Fang Zinan held back his laughter and spoke gently to her.