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To Qing Wu, her drinking ability was famously poor in the Liu Family...
In fact, since arriving in this world, Qing Wu had hardly drunk alcohol at all. Only twice, to be exact.
The first time was during the festival after she had completed her mourning period.
Since it coincided with December, it wasn't long before New Year's Eve arrived. In a joyful atmosphere, Liu Anfeng brought her a cup of wine to toast.
At first, Qing Wu refused to drink. After all, she had hardly ever consumed alcohol in her previous life. However, with the family gathered together and the lively atmosphere, she felt influenced.
Seeing that her mother showed no signs of opposition, she accepted the cup and took a sip.
Realizing that the wine chosen by Liu Anfeng was sweet and not too spicy, she took another small drink.
Originally, she planned to stay up with her family after dinner. Who would have thought that shortly after drinking, she began to feel warm and dizzy? Before long, she found it hard to keep her eyes open and leaned against her mother, feeling drowsy.
Then...
When Qing Wu opened her eyes again, she still remembered wanting to stay up for the New Year. Rubbing her still aching head, she asked Dou Mama what time it was.
Before Dou Mama could respond, she heard the crowing of roosters outside.
—It was already the first day of the new year.
Staying up... had long passed.
This time, the experience of persuading her to drink scared Liu Anfeng.
He never expected that the delicate girl would have such a low tolerance for alcohol, even less than a one-year-old child. Just a little bit, and it wasn't even the strongest drink, had already made her drunk, and she slept through most of the night.
When they met again, Liu Anfeng teased his sister for a while. But deep down, he remembered this incident clearly.
From that day on, even if the boy was reckless, he no longer urged his sister to drink.
The family cherished Qing Wu, and they would not force her to do anything she was unwilling to do.
Now even Liu Anfeng, who always clashed with her, no longer persuaded her. Qing Wu felt even more at ease. With her family's tacit approval, she used tea instead of wine to toast her family every time.
Her second drinking experience was not forced by others. Instead, it was her own choice.
That evening, Liu Fangyi received news that he would return to the capital this year for work. Later that night, Zheng Ning also received news from Qin Shuying, hinting that after this year's transfer order came down, Liu Fangyi would surely be able to stay in the capital.
Although the customs in the northwest were simple and honest, after living here for many years, everyone had developed feelings for this place. However, home was still in the capital.
After six years of longing, they could finally go back, and the whole family was very happy. In the evening, they held a banquet to celebrate.
Back then, Qing Wu had some understanding that this transfer from the capital was because of her. The guilt that had been nestled in her heart for years was finally resolved.
During the banquet, seeing her family’s relieved and joyful laughter stirred something in the girl’s heart, and her courage surged. She stood up and ask to drink a toast to everyone.
Everyone still remembered what happened on New Year's Eve that year and feared that the same situation would occur again; they were all startled and hurried to persuade her.
Zheng Ning even took on the demeanor of a master to stop her.
However, Qing Wu was unwilling to give up.
Seeing that no one was pouring her a drink, she took her own cup and poured some for herself, then closed her eyes and gulped it down in a bold manner.
As a result, in less than a tea's time, she collapsed drunkenly into her mother's arms.
When she woke up, the He Family repeatedly warned her that she must never drink casually again, especially in front of men.
Qing Wu did not know what had happened that day. When she asked the He Family, her mother only said that she had been very well-behaved after getting drunk, not crying or causing a scene, just smiling.
But after hearing the He Family's response, Qing Wu became even more confused about her mother's words.
Why was it especially not allowed "in front of men"?
She first promised her mother and then went to find her brother to ask for details.
However, that day when she got drunk, only her mother stayed by her side; even Dou Mama and the others were waiting outside in the corridor, and no one else knew.
Though she couldn't find out the answer, Qing Wu understood that she had a poor tolerance for alcohol and truly didn't know what she might do when drunk. She had already made up her mind not to drink casually again. Thus, she didn't take the He Family's later emphasis on their warning too seriously.
Now faced with Huo Yun'ai's persuasion to drink, Qing Wu felt unusually conflicted.
Originally, she would have unhesitatingly agreed to Huo Yun'ai's words. But with her poor alcohol tolerance and her mother's warnings still echoing in her ears, how could she…
A slight sound of clinking glasses was heard. The wine glass in her hand shook slightly.
Qing Wu looked up in surprise and saw Huo Yun'ai finishing the glass of wine that she had just clinked with.
"I'll finish mine first. Take your time. Don't panic." Huo Yun'ai placed a piece of vegetable on the plate in front of her, "If you're afraid of getting drunk, you might as well eat something first. It will help a lot."
Qing Wu thought to herself that even if she ate a whole plate of food, her tolerance for alcohol would probably remain the same.
However, the young man in front of her spoke gently, his smile warm; he was the person she trusted most in her life.
—Just like collapsing drunk in front of her mother. Getting drunk in front of him shouldn't be a big deal, right?
Perhaps the atmosphere was too warm, or perhaps the person before her made her feel too relaxed. After this thought flashed through her mind, it kept repeating over and over.
After several rounds of this, Qing Wu finally let down all her defenses, murmuring a "good" and saying, "I'll... I'll give it a try."
Eating something before drinking would be better.
Seeing a plate of stir-fried shrimp on the table, Qing Wu intended to take some to eat but found herself unable to pick it up after several attempts.
Huo Yun'ai happened to see this scene and couldn't help but smile.
She had eaten before; how could it be so difficult now? Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the girl's fingers were trembling slightly, clearly indicating that she was extremely nervous.
Huo Yun'ai quickly helped her pick up the food and chuckled softly, "Are you that scared?"
Qing Wu nodded repeatedly, feeling somewhat discouraged as she said, "Yes."
After saying that, while eating her meal, she recounted the two incidents from a few years ago.
She initially thought that Huo Yun'ai would laugh after hearing it. However, after sharing those two stories, he didn't say a single word.
When she looked up, she found the White-Clad Youth staring at her intently, his gaze unwavering and serious.
Qing Wu felt a bit shy and quickly lowered her head to focus on her food.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, Huo Yun'ai said, "Even so, perhaps it's better to just let it go."
He hadn't anticipated that her tolerance for alcohol was this poor, so he kept advising her against it.
Now that he knew the truth, he was worried about her and naturally wouldn't continue to encourage her as he had before.
Just as Huo Yun'ai was about to take his wine glass back, Qing Wu firmly pressed it down and shook her head. "No need. Since I promised, I will naturally follow through."
After a pause, she smiled brightly. "Besides, we have finally reunited and can sit here together like this. It's worth celebrating, isn't it?"
She had been extremely resistant at first, but for him, she was willing to let go of her previous insistence.
Looking at the girl's smiling face, the Young Emperor felt a sudden tightness in his heart.
Unconsciously, he felt that since the girl treated him this way, he must cherish her even more.
From now on, I must treat her better, even better...
Qing Wu realized that after sharing the stories of her previous two drunken episodes, her aversion to alcohol was not as strong as before.
The worst-case scenario would be just like the last two times.
The only person by her side was Huo Yun'ai, only Huo Yun'ai.
No matter what happened to her, he would protect her to the end, wouldn't he?
Feeling relaxed, Qing Wu raised her glass and drank it all in one go.
The rich and mellow sensation flowed from her mouth down to her throat, and then a warmth spread through her chest and abdomen.
Before long, Qing Wu felt a bit dizzy. She hurriedly lowered her head and supported her forehead with her hand to steady herself.
Huo Yun'ai, worried about her, quickly moved to her side and supported her gently. He whispered, "How are you? Do you want to rest for a while?"
He had never encountered anyone so weak against alcohol around him; he didn't expect her to react so quickly.
Just as he was about to call Uncle Yu for some hangover soup, he suddenly felt a weight in his arms.
Huo Yun'ai froze for a moment and quickly looked down.
The drunken girl was completely limp, as if she had no bones at all, leaning against him. Her hand seemed to be searching for support as it scratched at his chest.
...made him feel increasingly uneasy.
Huo Yun'ai quickly reached out to hold her hand. Taking a deep breath, his voice was somewhat hoarse as he said, "Wait a moment, I'll have someone bring you some soup. Once you drink it, you'll feel better."
Just as he finished speaking, he found it hard to continue.
It was because the girl, drunk, had a dazed look in her eyes, slightly squinting, exuding a charm and allure that transcended her age.
As if she noticed his intention to stand up, she lifted her enchanting gaze and looked at him with misty eyes. There was reluctance, infatuation, and an indescribable sense of dependence in her expression.
The Young Emperor felt a warmth rising in his heart and couldn't help but reach out his hand. He initially intended to gently trace the delicate arch of the girl's brow, but his hand paused and instead moved toward her moist lips.
The sensation at his fingertips was exquisite. Upon first contact, he felt how soft and tender they were. Just like her, obedient yet hard to let go of.
As he hesitated whether to withdraw his hand immediately, unexpectedly, the girl was not fully conscious. When his fingertip approached her, she instinctively thought something delicious was near her lips. With a charming smile, she opened her ruby lips and gently bit down on his fingertip.
Just like that, with a light touch akin to a cat's paw, it made his heart tremble.
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