Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 874 - 873: Really Falling for Her?

The sll of alcohol was overpowering.

Chu Qianli looked at the man who had walked to the door, and was taken aback, "Wuya?"

Then she saw what was in his hand—a jar of liquor?

Chu Qianli’s expression imdiately darkened, and she said unhappily, "You haven’t fully recovered yet. How can you drink? And to get drunk like this!"

She quickly snatched the liquor jar from him, returned to the room, and casually placed it aside.

Feng Wuya stood by the door, not entering.

Although he reeked of alcohol, he still rembered that a lady’s boudoir was not a place to enter casually.

However, tonight, it seed he had already visited so girl’s bedroom—and without an invitation, at that?

Feng Wuya shook his head, his consciousness a bit murky.

That’s why he refused to think too much about it.

"Ali, co out. Today is New Year’s Day, I’ll drink with you."

"Is it you accompanying or accompanying you?" Chu Qianli’s frown deepened, "Forget it, co in, just pretend I’m not a woman."

"How could I..."

"What’s with the hesitation? Aren’t we brothers?" Chu Qianli flicked her wrist, and two bottles of beverages appeared on the table.

"Co in, I’ll drink with you."

"What are these?" Feng Wuya’s attention was imdiately drawn to the two brightly colored beverages on the table.

He stepped in with his long legs, having totally forgotten where he was stepping.

Alright, pretending she’s a brother would do.

He picked up a bottle.

"To be strict, this could be considered a type of alcohol, but with a very low degree."

Cocktails were also a type of alcohol, but for Chu Qianli, they were more like beverages.

With a flick of her slender finger, she easily popped the bottle cap open and handed one to Feng Wuya, "Try it."

Feng Wuya took it and drank eagerly, downing half a bottle in one breath.

But when he stopped, he was a bit dissatisfied, "...Too sweet."

"Don’t like it?"

Feng Wuya didn’t answer but walked over and picked up the jar of liquor he had put down earlier, "Ali, let’s drink outside."

"Learned to be discreet, have you?" Chu Qianli noted that Feng Wuya really seed different this ti.

She smiled and followed him out, "Are you afraid your Loyal Brother will be angry, or are you worried that the girl you like will misunderstand?"

"I don’t have a girl I like," Feng Wuya retorted imdiately.

Chu Qianli grinned, closely following him into the pavilion.

"Refuting so quickly must an there’s a catch. Could it be that you’ve really fallen for Long Xinghe?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I like her... a girl with that kind of temperant?"

Feng Wuya’s face turned red, obviously displeased now as he sat on the stone bench and continued drinking from the jar.

"The way you’re drinking makes it look like you’re drowning your sorrows. Soone who didn’t know any better might think Long Xinghe has rejected you... Okay, okay, I’ll stop joking, why are you glaring at like that?"

He was actually angry. Had he beco so quick to anger recently?

Wasn’t he never angry before?

"I’ll get you a cup." She flicked her wrist, imdiately produced a large cup, and filled it for him.

She thought he would sip it slowly, but the guy just tilted his head back and downed the entire cup.

Was this not drinking to drown his sorrows?

"Could it be... you’ve really fallen for her?"

"No!"

Chu Qianli asked no more.

Actually, Feng Wuya’s feelings for Long Xinghe were perhaps complex.

It was not as pure as she had imagined; after all, it was filled with too many sacrifices Long Xinghe had made for Wuya.

So, whether it was gratitude, guilt, feeling indebted, or truly liking her, this kind of thing still needed ti to resolve.

Even Feng Wuya himself may not understand it.

But there was one thing she should, by now, be certain of, "So now, you do know what you feel for , right?"