Ning Chu still didn’t like alcohol—mainly the sll, and she was always worried sothing might happen if she got drunk.
But tonight the whole dorm was celebrating Wen Yang’s birthday. Among the people present were two roommates she lived with and trusted, plus the guy who’d already “eaten her clean,” stuffing her full like a little custard bun every day. Having a bit to drink didn’t seem like a big deal.
The cocktail went down pretty easily, more like a flavored drink with alcohol in it. She didn’t mind the taste, but the proof was high. After just a few glasses, her cheeks were already flushed a noticeable pink, and a dazed, harmless look began to seep into her eyes.
She hugged the glass with both hands, gently swaying her upper body left and right, occasionally bumping shoulders with Wen Yang beside her. With her guard completely down, that innocent, cluelessly cute look made people want to bully her a little.
“Hey, you little maid! Bring up the cake we prepared!”
Zhang Shaoqing called out to the maid in the private room. “And you, stay away from him. His girlfriend is insanely jealous; don’t get yourself beaten up. Co, sit by your big bro~”
Wen Yang glanced at the maid sitting next to him. “When has Ning Chu ever hit anyone?”
“So you want the maid to sit closer?”
“I’m just clearing the rumor on the spot.”
He wasn’t very comfortable with this kind of decadent, party-heavy scene and had been acting pretty restrained, barely drinking at all.
Suddenly, the glass in his hand was snatched away by the person beside him. He froze for a second, then looked down at the little succubus chugging his drink.
“Drink less,” he said with a wry smile. “Don’t you usually avoid alcohol?”
“It’s your birthday~ And our dorm hasn’t hung out together in ages~”
Ning Chu hugged the glass and swayed her head. “If I get drunk, you’ll take care of anyway… hic!”
Wen Yang could only turn to the maid. “Bring two glasses of hot water, please. Use wine glasses, and tell her it’s clear liquor.”
“I heard that! Plotting right in front of , huh?!”
He couldn’t help pinching Ning Chu’s flushed little cheek, his eyes full of gentle amusent. “Alright, stop drinking.”
“I’m not drunk…” Ning Chu muttered, clearly unwilling to put the glass down.
“Then are you not planning to eat late-night snacks tonight?”
She froze, then hurriedly set the glass on the table and sat up straight, obedient as anything.
“I am! Of course I’m eating!”
“You two still eat late-night snacks?” Zhang Shaoqing said enviously. “Qian Qian won’t let . She says I’ll get fat and keeps telling to live healthily…”
“It’s fine. Mostly because Ning Chu is a glutton.”
“Damn it, must be nice to eat and not gain weight.” He cursed under his breath. “I’m not even twenty yet, and Qian Qian’s already telling to work out more. No late-night snacks is one thing, but she also controls my smoking, drinking, and staying up late. Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’m already seventy or eighty!”
“Could it be that you're too weak in bed?” Wang Jie offered timidly.
Zhang Shaoqing imdiately blew up. “How is that possible?! I make her submit every damn ti! Don’t project your own uselessness onto us!”
“But you’ve looked pretty drained all week…”
“That’s because Qian Qian’s in great shape lately! Once this phase passes, I’ll reclaim my authority as the man of the house!”
Not wanting to dwell on his own misery, Zhang Shaoqing turned to Wen Yang.
“Hey, is Ning Chu really that kind of woman? Then how the hell do you hold back?”
“Bet he hasn’t even dared to touch Ning Chu yet, Wen Yang’s even more of a coward than I am.”
“Honestly, I suspect Wen Yang has to take pills every ti.” He patted Wen Yang’s shoulder earnestly. “You’re built pretty solid, but you can’t rely on pills forever, bro~”
In front of his buddies, Wen Yang straightened his back proudly.
“As if I need pills. Ning Chu’s the one who can’t handle .”
“Yeah, right!”
The group of guys huddled together, their topics never straying far from politics, gas, or won.
When Ning Chu was around on normal days, they would subconsciously rein themselves in a bit. But now that everyone had been drinking—and Ning Chu herself was tipsy—they completely let loose.
“People say it’s only the cow that gets worn out, okay! When won go crazy, it’s seriously scary! Wen Yang, you’re just talking big!”
“My girlfriend wears glasses, gets great grades, looks like a good, well-behaved girl—but once we get to bed, she goes so wild it scared the hell out of .”
“Qian Qian’s the sa. I used to think she was pretty conservative, but once she loosened up, she’s even fiercer than ! Always wants to try sothing exciting! Damn, last ti she even wanted to do it out in the campus yard. Like hell I’d let her suffer like that. I booked a five-star suite instead!”
While eating cake and drinking, the guys kept chatting nonstop. Ning Chu, anwhile, was leaning crookedly against Wen Yang’s shoulder, woozy, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder like a cat.
Her mind was completely blank. Their conversation went in one ear and out the other, leaving nothing behind.
“How about we book a room for Ning Chu later, and the rest of us go hit the internet café and queue up together?”
“That’s not a great idea,” Wen Yang shook his head. “I’ll stay with her. I’m worried she’ll wake up and not find anyone.”
“She’s not three years old.”
He knew Ning Chu got anxious and uneasy in unfamiliar environnts—especially now that she’d been drinking—so he firmly shook his head. “Nah. She’s had alcohol. I don’t feel comfortable leaving her.”
He lowered his head to look at the person leaning on his shoulder, only to see that Ning Chu had sohow sneakily reached toward the coffee table, trying to swipe the glass in front of him.
Wen Yang laughed helplessly and tapped the back of her hand. That hand instantly shot back. Ning Chu still wore that innocent, harmless expression, looking up at him with dazed eyes.
“Here, drink so clear stuff.”
Zhang Shaoqing handed over a glass of plain hot water.
“Not drinking.”
“Suit yourself.” He rolled his eyes at Ning Chu. “Your alcohol tolerance is trash. Good thing you don’t go crazy when you’re drunk.”
He turned to talk to Wen Yang, but the phone on the table lit up.
Zhang Shaoqing hurriedly shushed the maid who was singing and had all the sound in the private room turned off. “Shh—my wife’s calling! Don’t talk!”
Then he picked up Qian Qian’s call, putting on a guilty, ingratiating smile.
“Hello? Qian Qian? I’m out eating with Wen Yang.”
“I’m busy tonight, it’s his birthday, we’re having a barbecue… I didn’t drink… No, even if I were made of iron, I’d still need a day to recover, right?”
Wang Jie and Wen Yang nearly burst out laughing.
“Who is it?” Ning Chu suddenly asked loudly, her face still foggy and confused.
“No! That’s Ning Chu! You rember her voice, right!”
“Where are you sleeping tonight?”
Zhang Shaoqing hurriedly poured Ning Chu a glass of alcohol and stuffed it into her hand, then explained into the phone, “She’s had a bit too much to drink. I seriously haven’t touched a drop.”
Ning Chu hugged the glass contentedly, slouching lazily into Wen Yang’s arms. She lifted her head and stared at Wen Yang’s handso face, smiling stupidly without stopping.
Wen Yang gently rubbed her soft hair and pinched her burning-hot cheek, lowering his voice. “Drink less.”
“I know~ I still have late-night snacks to eat tonight~”
As expected of a succubus, even now she was thinking about naughty stuff.
The corner of his mouth twitched. Then Ning Chu clung to his shoulder, stretched her neck with effort, and whispered into his ear:
“I drank alcohol tonight, so my combat power is definitely boosted! Just you wait, you’re dead~”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.”
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