Just as the man’s long fingers lifted the hem of her robe.
The drunkenness suddenly surged.
A mountainous and overwhelming heaviness, as if pulling him into a chaotic world in an instant...
Zuzi looked at the man on top of her, motionless.
She drank down the wine from the bottle in one go, licked her lips, "Hmm, Xiao Chenger, are you drunk? This is the Drunken Immortal Wine, I told you, no one can not get drunk from it, not even an immortal..."
Her cheeks flushed with a light pink, lips curled in a smile as she looked at the man’s hand still clutching her skirt, "Afraid I’ll get cold?"
She nimbly slipped out from under him, turned him over, found a comfortable position lying in his arms, and casually grabbed a wisp of cloud, covering the two of them.
Without Bao Gucheng speaking with her, the whole starry sky fell silent, everything was quiet.
Zuzi rested in the man’s arm, watching the stars for a mont, feeling quite bored, as if those silly stars were not as nice as when she was playing chess with Bao Gucheng earlier.
She sighed faintly, wistfully saying, "Xiao Chenger, if only Ancestor were not your elder..."
She looked at the man’s sleeping face in profile, her eyes reflecting countless stars, staring at the man for a long ti, her jade fingers lightly brushing across his forehead...
The little crow burrowed in the clouds, gave a small wail for Bao Gucheng: Alas, Ancestor, you’re so cruel, erased it again! When the little boy wakes up, he’ll rember nothing.
Ancestor, actually, you can lay your hands on the juniors!
Jinjin would definitely not gossip!
==
The next day.
Bao Gucheng’s head ached intensely when he got up.
There was a mont of daze.
He glanced at himself, still donned in last night’s dark green uniform coat, but lying in the Bao Family’s bed.
He rembered, he received the news of Zuzi entering the capital last night and went to the auction house to find her, the two even left the auction house together...
He frowned, but why couldn’t he rember anything that happened afterward?
Instead, vague fragnts from his dream last night floated in his mind, as if he dreamt of lying on clouds with Zuzi, drinking and playing chess, he even reached out to untie her skirt... the later scenes were quite enchanting, but he couldn’t recall them clearly.
Bao Gucheng pinched his brows.
Is he really that crazy about wanting to sleep with her?
After getting up and taking a cold shower in the bathroom for a good half hour, Bao Gucheng finally felt he could move his feet smoothly, rather than being troubled by so persistent feeling.
Coming downstairs.
The breakfast table was bustling.
"Huanxi, how do I look in this outfit?"
"Huanxi, find a jacket that makes look younger!"
"Huanxi..."
Old Master Bao dressed energetically, wearing a dark blue silk robe he seldom took out, instructing Bo Huanxi to give him fashion advice.
Bao Gucheng: "..."
What’s the old peacock up to today?
He typically doesn’t eat breakfast at ho and walked through the dining room towards the door.
Old Master Bao: "Stop!"
Bao Gucheng didn’t halt his steps: "Sorry, very busy."
Old Master Bao’s beard twitched: "Co back early tonight, Old Man Gu’s birthday banquet, you’re driving there tonight, and also letting Shiyin take a look at your condition. If you’re embarrassed about a female doctor, have Shiyin introduce a male doctor to check on you."
Bao Gucheng said lightly, "I’m not sick."
He walked two steps, then suddenly stopped, "Whose birthday banquet did you say?"
"Old Man Gu, your ntor! You little brat, not attending your ntor’s birthday?"
Bao Gucheng frowned: "Didn’t he just have his birthday last month?"
"Cough, cough, cough, wasn’t that just an excuse to invite his granddaughter back to the Gu Family!"
Granddaughter?
Zuzi?
Bao Gucheng raised an eyebrow.
His expression remained unchanged: "Wait for at ho tonight."
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