Master's Little Girl Has Grown Up

Seeing that Yuwen Chengyuan didn't look right, Murong Jing asked, "what's the matter? Don't you like this wine?"

"No, I like it." With that, Yuwen Chengyuan took a sip.

"If you don't like it, you can do something else."

Yuwen Chengyuan smiled faintly: "really not. I like this kind of wine very much, but this kind of person is easy to get drunk. Drinking too much may delay things."

"Oh." Murong Jing nodded: "that's true. The wine is still strong. Let's drink less."

Murong Jing didn't drink less.

After dinner, he got a little drunk.

"How are you?" Yuwen asked Chengyuan.

"Don't worry, it's OK." Murongjing stood up and walked out of the restaurant, but her footsteps were floating.

Yuwen Chengyuan immediately held her. "He said it was OK. He couldn't walk steadily."

Murong Jing smiled: "yes? Are you ok?"

Walking to the stairs, Yuwen Chengyuan reminded: "be careful of the steps......" Murong Jing had already raised her feet before her words died. She didn't notice steps and almost tripped herself.

Seeing this, Yuwen Chengyuan scooped her up and picked her up.

Murong Jing stared at him: "what are you doing?"

"You're drunk. Take you up."

"I didn't."

Yuwen Chengyuan didn't speak any more and took her upstairs.

Back in the room, he gently put the girl on the bed: "rest early."

"No." Murong Jing suddenly sat up. "I haven't had a bath yet."

"Then take a rest, wake up and wash. I'll get you a glass of water." With that, Yuwen Chengyuan turned and left the room.

After a while, he came up with a cup of warm water: "drink some water."

Murongjing took the water and drank it for two. Then she said, "actually... I'm ok. I'm not drunk. You don't have to look at me here. Go back and have a rest."

Yuwen Chengyuan said, "I'll leave when you wake up."

"I'm not drunk. At most... I'm slightly drunk. It's getting late. Go back. It's still a long way from the manor."

Yuwen Chengyuan said, "I won't go back to the manor."

"Where are you going?"

"Next door, guest room."

“.........” After pausing for a moment, Murong Jing said, "that's OK. You won't have to toss around." She drank again and then set the cup aside.

Because of the effect of alcohol, Murong Jing's cheeks and lips were flushed.

Under the dim yellow light, the exquisite little face is more and more moving.

Yuwen Chengyuan was not drunk, but he was dizzy.

Seeing that he stared at himself for a moment, the bottom of his deep eyes became hot, and Murong Jing's face seemed to be redder.

She coughed softly. "I'm much better. Go and have a rest."

After a while, Yuwen Chengyuan slowly said, "good night."

"Good night."

Yuwen Chengyuan stood up and turned to walk out.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and returned.

Seeing that he had gone and returned, Murong Jing was stunned, and then asked, "why......"

Before the latter words were asked, the man suddenly bent over to seal her lips.

As time went by, it seemed that after a long time, Yuwen Chengyuan gently raised his head and said again in a dark voice: "good night."

Murong Jing gasps slightly and stares at him without opening her mouth.

Yuwen Chengyuan stood up and turned to leave again. This time he didn't look back.

After a while, Murong Jing came back to himself. The wine had been sober for most of the time, but his face was still crimson.

She picked up the nearby glass and drank a lot of water.