The servant’s words were swallowed back into his throat, frightened by the young master’s sharp gaze.
He quickly went out to make arrangents.
He carefully removed soone’s outer clothes and shoes and covered her with a blanket.
Then he saw the other’s forehead blush deeply, almost as if blood was seeping through. Her lips were murmuring, ’What 996 fresh at...?’
Her hands waved randomly in the air.
Not behaving at all.
With a roguish smile, he chuckled.
Knowing she was disguising herself as a man and didn’t want anyone else to find out, he couldn’t let the maid or servant attend to her; it had to be himself.
Recalling the person who wanted to gamble for clothes, he wondered what kind of brilliant expression she’d have when she rembered tomorrow.
He couldn’t help but look forward to it!
Zhao Wuling silently curled his lips; if he had agreed, would she really... be so uninhibited to that degree?
The servant brought in hot water, staring dumbfounded at his young master who was foolishly smiling at the drunken person. It was as if he had seen a ghost, rooted on the spot.
Cough, cough!
Zhao Wuling clenched his fist to cover his upturned lips and said sternly, "Bring it over here."
"Oh!"
The servant snapped back to reality in a second.
Then he watched, wide-eyed, as his master coaxed Young Master Cheng to drink hangover tea and gently helped wipe her hands and face.
It left a sour taste in his heart.
He wanted to speak several tis but didn’t know where to start.
Alas!
Could it be... he didn’t dare to think about it, he didn’t dare to think about it, it was a sin, a sin.
Zhao Wuling didn’t know his servant had ntally constructed an overly dramatic soap opera.
He earnestly attended to the clingy troublemaker.
As the sky gradually darkened, a gentle candlelight was lit inside the room.
Seeing the person not sleeping soundly, he left soone outside the door. Any stirring would be reported to him.
After spending a crazy afternoon with the person, he still had many duties to attend to and couldn’t stay there all the ti. After leaving instructions for the servants, he hurried away.
The next day, as daylight brightened, Cheng Xiaoxiao sat up, clutching her aching forehead.
"Finally, you’re willing to wake up."
"Have I been asleep for a long ti?"
"Of course, it’s been over 12 hours," the system complained softly.
Recalling she might have drunk too much yesterday, "Uh, that long? I didn’t know this body was so weak against alcohol."
When with her family, she was too young to be allowed to touch alcohol.
When she tried it occasionally, she’d stop after a taste. She never drank as boldly and freely as this ti.
"Haha, it’s a young body after all, and it hasn’t had much alcohol; naturally, it can’t handle it."
Cheng Xiaoxiao heard the playful tone in the system’s words.
Feeling a bit sulky, "Qiqi, remind next ti."
"Haha, too late. You’ve already ruined yourself."
"What, ruined myself?" Cheng Xiaoxiao was bewildered, not fully awake.
"Of course, you embarrassed yourself," the system’s voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.
Cheng Xiaoxiao tried hard to rember, tried hard to rember.
Her head hurt a lot!
But... she vaguely recalled part of it.
Rembering how she threw her arm around Zhao Wuling’s shoulder, cheerfully calling him Wuling Brother, and criticized his gloomy personality, noting he rarely laughed and wasn’t liked by girls—surely he was still a virgin chicken, and teaching him how to chase girls.
Recalling how she toasted and played drinking gas with Zhao Wuling, and when she found herself repeatedly losing in the gas, always being the one to drink as punishnt, she insisted that he was cheating? She then randomly groped him, asking if he dared to bet bigger, like rolling dice, guessing odds, whoever lost would remove a piece of clothing.
She rembered boasting about having countless food supplies and many novel things he hadn’t seen before; boasting about how grand and magnificent her Underground City was, generously giving him a pair of goggles on the spot.
She even insisted on singing a high song, holding a vase as a microphone, stepping on a low stool, singing "You’re my good brother," and then crying her heart out.
There were other details and later events she couldn’t recall at all.
These alone already made her incredibly ashad, wish the earth would swallow her up.
Each scene was a major societal death mont.
Thinking of each scenario made her wish she could imdiately dive into a mouse hole.
"Ah ah ah, I’m done for."
Cheng Xiaoxiao lay back on the bed in despair.
She had lost her will to live.
"Woo woo woo, Qiqi, why didn’t you stop ?"
"I just wanted the host to relax a bit, too, to let off so negative emotions. Who knew you could cause so much trouble."
"Ah, my image is ruined."
Suddenly thinking of sothing, she instantly sat up.
Her gaze shifted downward, she looked at her body, and carefully sensed it.
"Who helped sleep last night? Did they remove my clothes, did they find anything?"
She didn’t notice anything unusual on her body, but her heart was still extrely flustered.
She hurried to ask the inford Tongzi.
"No, Zhao Wuling personally helped you in, then removed your outer robe and shoes, wiped your face and hands, fed you the hangover soup, and then left. From start to finish, he didn’t hand it over to anyone else."
"Oh, that’s good, that’s good." Cheng Xiaoxiao patted her chest, thinking her identity hadn’t been exposed, feeling much relieved.
"Is the host celebrating too soon? Did Zhao Wuling really not find anything?"
"What could he have found?"
She carefully thought about her actions when intoxicated, bolder and more unrestrained than usual, not at all ladylike.
Could it be that she forgot sothing last night, showing a flaw?
She uncertainly asked the system?
"Qiqi, do you find anything inappropriate?"
"Host, you forgot how good this body’s voice is; didn’t you hear how sweet, lodious, and crisp your singing was yesterday? Also, how heart-wrenchingly desperate you cried, seeking comfort in his arms, what do you think?"
"Don’t say it, it’s over, it’s over, he definitely found out."
Understanding this unacceptable truth, she felt even more embarrassed to face anyone, especially if what happened yesterday afternoon was done by a bold, uninhibited man it would be fine, but if done by a woman, it would be shocking.
Can’t think about it, can’t think about it.
Thinking about it caused her whole character setting to collapse completely.
"Otherwise, why would others personally attend to you sleeping."
"Enough of this! The best strategy is to retreat."
Cheng Xiaoxiao hurriedly gathered her belongings, being very swift.
She crept to the door edge, poked out a little head, and looked out.
Careful and cautious.
Ensuring no one was there, she stepped out of the room.
After a long while, she realized she forgot she had a system, why was she sneaking around like a thief?
It was truly ridiculous.
"Qiqi, where is Zhao Wuling now?"
The system amusedly watched the host acting guilty and thieving, forgetting its existence.
"Host, Zhao Wuling is currently at the Governnt Office, attending to his obligations."
"Oh, that’s good, that’s good."
Finally, releasing her high-strung nerves, she was about to step out when she rembered she couldn’t leave without a farewell. So, she doubled back, left a brief note, and swiftly slipped out.
Maneuvering through several alleyways out of Dayan City, she felt the sky outside was much broader.
The scattered snow, and the chilly wind turned warm, no longer rcilessly shredding wildly.
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