"Get down."
Xing Jiahe said coldly, reaching out to pull her off.
"No—"
The arms around his neck tightened, and her soft voice sprayed by his ear.
Like a vixen, intoxicating.
Xing Jiahe's ear tips turned unnaturally red, and his voice became a little warmer.
"Xu Ke Xin, can you be more reserved..."
No.
How would a drunkard know about being reserved or not.
Xing Jiahe rubbed his temples with a headache. The little drunkard thought his head hurt and leaned in with blurry eyes.
And kissed him.
Xing Jiahe: "..."
Female DJ: Is this something I can watch? I should leave.
Before Xing Jiahe could speak, the female DJ vanished without a trace.
Xu Ke Xin, unaware, stared at Xing Jiahe, seemingly not understanding what he was angry about.
Her dark, round eyes blinked, and apart from drunkenness, there was only innocent bewilderment.
It was a far cry from her usual cool and aloof demeanor.
Xing Jiahe lost himself for a moment, then pointed to the spot she had kissed, wanting to tell her.
Don't kiss people casually.
However, before he could speak, the little drunkard leaned in again and kissed him.
This time, it was a little forceful, and it made a 'smack' sound.
Xing Jiahe: "..."
"You..."
The young man had never experienced such teasing, and his face immediately turned red.
Without further ado, he had to pull her down.
The little drunkard just felt comfortable holding him and refused to do as he pleased, her arms around his neck clamped tightly.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, clinging tightly.
She was like an octopus.
Xing Jiahe was annoyed, and his strength naturally increased.
The little drunkard, feeling the pain, whimpered and acted spoiled in his ear.
"It hurts~ So painful~~ Brother~ It hurts~~"
Her soft voice was hard to refuse.
Xing Jiahe took a deep breath: "..."
Why should he argue with a drunkard?
Let her be.
Xing Jiahe gave up struggling and carried her towards the bar.
The little drunkard lay obediently in the hollow of his shoulder, breathing, and didn't make any more trouble.
Stepping out of the dance floor, the lights shone.
A faint scar on the young man's neck was particularly noticeable.
The little drunkard reached out and picked at it, but it wouldn't come off.
"Xu Ke..."
Xing Jiahe spoke, his patience wearing thin, a rare trace of gritted teeth in his tone.
'Smack' A kiss, and the young man's voice got stuck in his throat, his body stiffening.
The little drunkard, unaware, blew on the scar and touched it, occasionally kissing it a couple of times.
She looked as serious as if she were repairing something.
When she was satisfied, she looked up with a smile, her eyes looking at him with innocent bewilderment.
With unclear articulation, she explained, "My mom said that if you get hurt, blowing on it and kissing it will make it heal faster~"
Her charming and cute voice struck his eardrums and his heart.
Xing Jiahe stared at the bright-eyed girl in front of him, momentarily lost.
Over here.
Que You had finished explaining everything, and Wen Tingxue instantly recalled their previous conversation.
"So, because of the Chi family's matters, Chi Zerui would rather perform on the street than accept help from the Chi family?"
Que You was surprised by her quick reaction and raised an eyebrow, "Amazing, sis, that's pretty much it."
"Pretty much?"
"Yeah, actually, A Rui still hasn't made up with his parents. Yin Qingyue calls him often, and Chi An messages him almost every day.
"But he basically doesn't reply or respond. Of the entire Chi family, he's only close to Chi Ye, after all, Chi Ye is his coach."
Que You pondered for a moment and sighed with emotion.
"Don't look at him like this now, he used to be so lively and cheerful. When Brother Yu was withdrawn, only he could make him laugh a few times."
Unfortunately, one truth changed everything.
To be honest, Que You missed the days when he knew nothing more.
Wen Tingxue stared blankly in Chi Zerui's direction.
No wonder, when she first met him, he was so impatient, yet he still helped her with her luggage.
Even in that situation, he had still spoken up to help her out of a difficult spot.
Perhaps, the personality he deliberately hid was his truest self.
Enthusiastic, fond of laughing and joking.
Wen Tingxue suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the part of him he had deliberately buried deep in his heart.
Clearly, some grudges were not his to bear...
"Yo!"
Que You looked at Xing Jiahe and the koala in his arms in shock.
"What's going on here? You two wouldn't..."
"What are you thinking," Xing Jiahe explained calmly, "She's drunk."
As he spoke, he placed the empty wine bottle she had drunk on the table.
Que You glanced at the alcohol content and tutted, shaking his head, "The scholar's alcohol tolerance isn't very good."
Xing Jiahe glanced at him lightly, and Que You immediately raised his eyebrows, looking as if he had discovered something.
Xing Jiahe: "..."
"Call Brother Yu home," Xing Jiahe said to Wen Tingxue.
Wen Tingxue nodded and turned to find Yu Wenli.
Que You tilted his head, glanced at his slightly red ear tips, and teased, "Brother Jia, you haven't been drinking, why are your ears red? Oh! Your face is a little red too~"
He looked like he had discovered a new continent.
"Get lost."
Xing Jiahe raised his hand and pulled down the brim of his hat, scolding him impatiently.
Que You giggled, "Brother Jia, just admit it, are you smitten with this girl?"
Xing Jiahe was incredibly handsome and had a unique aura.
Since childhood, many girls had thrown themselves at him.
Most of them were bold in bars, using drunkenness as an excuse to throw themselves at him.
But few succeeded.
Because Xing Jiahe simply didn't care; he wouldn't even stop if they fell flat on their faces in front of him.
Therefore, the fact that Xu Ke Xin could successfully cling to him was likely due to his tacit approval.
Otherwise, given Xing Jiahe's personality, he would have just pulled her off and thrown her to the ground.
Xing Jiahe looked away in silence, offering no defense.
Que You laughed even more wildly.
"..."
Xing Jiahe, unable to take it anymore, kicked him, "Shut up."
When Wen Tingxue walked up to Yu Wenli, Chi Zerui was slumped over the table, holding a wine glass in one hand and a red string bracelet in the other, lost in thought.
His eyes were red around the rims, making him alluring.
But his eyes were too sad.
Yu Wenli took her hand and pulled her onto his lap, asking in a low voice, "Are you tired?"
The little girl shook her head and pointed in Xing Jiahe's direction.
Yu Wenli narrowed his eyes and looked over: "..."
"What's going on?"
"The class monitor is drunk," the little girl explained in a small voice.
Yu Wenli curved his lips, not bothering to explain that he was asking about Xing Jiahe, and just squeezed her palm, saying,
"Then let's go home."
"But..."
Wen Tingxue glanced at Chi Zerui with some concern.
Yu Wenli leaned down and whispered in her ear, "That bracelet is the only thing his mother left him. I don't know how to fix it, let's go."
As they were about to get up, the little girl tugged at his fingertips. He leaned down to listen to her speak slowly,
"I... I can try..."
"Hmm?" Yu Wenli raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You know how to weave bracelets?"
"A little bit." It was also a way to repay him for his help on the high-speed train.
Yu Wenli looked at the little girl's expression, hesitated for a moment, "Shall I try to tell him?"
Because the bracelet was very special, Chi Zerui basically didn't let anyone touch it.
So Yu Wenli had no hope when he spoke.
It was merely to satisfy the little girl's wish.
Unexpectedly, Chi Zerui was silent for a moment and then actually agreed.
Yu Wenli's eyes narrowed slightly.