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"Are we drinking here?" Wang Zhaoran asked, carrying two bottles of white liquor and a bag of snacks as he followed Yu Suihuan to the riverbank.
"What's wrong? No one is bothering us, isn't that nice? Or do you want to get a room with me?" Yu Suihuan smirked, surprisingly in the mood for jokes.
Wang Zhaoran's face turned bright red, clearly flustered by Yu Suihuan's offhand remark. At that moment, Yu Suihuan was too distracted to notice his embarrassment.
"I actually wouldn't mind. Are you coming with me?" Wang Zhaoran mustered his courage to say this, pretending it was just a joke.
"Huh? Wang Zhaoran, you've got some guts! You really want to get a room with me? Come on, who’s afraid of who? Whoever doesn’t go is a coward!" Yu Suihuan slurred her words a bit; she couldn’t handle her liquor well and was already feeling dizzy from a few drinks.
Hearing Yu Suihuan's ramblings made Wang Zhaoran anxious. He quickly reached out to cover her mouth. If anyone heard that, they might accuse her of being a lewd woman!
"Hey, why are you covering my mouth? You men are all the same—easily swayed, fickle as the wind! You’re all so pitiful, so soft-hearted!" At this point, Yu Suihuan's mind was in chaos, and she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.
"Yu Suihuan, you're drunk. Let me take you home!" Wang Zhaoran said gently, his eyes filled with concern.
"I’m not going home! I’m not going anywhere!" Yu Suihuan spread her arms wide and pushed him away randomly.
"I'm not drunk! So what if it's just one man? What's the big deal? If I want it, I can have ten or eight without a problem! Don’t you think so?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Our Yu Suihuan can have as many as she wants!" Wang Zhaoran patiently coaxed her. If she wanted to make a scene, he would let her.
Yu Suihuan then wrapped her arms around Wang Zhaoran's neck tightly.
"It's still you, unlike Yang Qinghe, that heartless one. It's only been a short while, and he’s already forgotten me, running off to get engaged to another woman!"
Upon hearing Yu Suihuan mention Yang Qinghe's engagement, Wang Zhaoran first let out a sigh of relief, only to furrow his brows immediately after. His emotions were complicated; he felt joy at the news of Yang Qinghe's engagement but also sadness and anger on behalf of Yu Suihuan.
"Yu Suihuan, there are plenty of other men in this world. You don't need to be so heartbroken over just one!" Wang Zhaoran prided himself on being articulate, yet every time he faced Yu Suihuan, his words seemed to fail him.
At that moment, Yu Suihuan felt dizzy and nauseous, an uncomfortable sensation that made her want to throw up but couldn’t. She decided to rest her upper body on Wang Zhaoran's lap, hoping it would provide some relief.
Wang Zhaoran gently patted her back, his eyes filled with concern, yet he was at a loss for what to do. He knew he absolutely could not drink; he had to protect her.
Time passed without him noticing, and Yu Suihuan gradually fell into a deep sleep in that position. In her dreams, she murmured softly as if talking to herself.
Wang Zhaoran worried she might catch a chill, so he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her snugly, letting her lean against him.
The next morning, Yu Suihuan stretched lazily, feeling as if her entire body had been beaten.
"You’re awake? Have some porridge! I just got it from the cafeteria!" Wang Min said cheerfully as she stood by Yu Suihuan's window with a bowl of porridge.
"Huh?" Yu Suihuan rubbed her temples. She remembered dragging Wang Zhaoran along for drinks the night before but couldn’t recall what happened afterward.
"Ha! You drank so much last night that you’ve forgotten everything!" Wang Min chuckled at the bewildered look on her face.
"Hehe!" Yu Suihuan forced a laugh; she truly had no memory of the events.
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