"Ow! How much did she drink? She can barely keep her eyes open!"
"You too, Master. You knew Sister Chengcheng couldn't hold her liquor, yet you didn't help block some drinks for her!"
Having finally helped Chengcheng onto the bed, Xia He pouted at Qing Mo, her fair, lovely face filled with disdain.
Though Xia He was helpless in the face of Chengcheng's drunken state, she was still very gentle as she helped remove Chengcheng's clothes so she could sleep more comfortably.
Qing Mo, who had watched the entire scene unfold, was sitting properly in a chair in the room, a lit Huazi dangling from his lips and a thoroughly content expression on his face.
"I told her, but Chengcheng wouldn't listen at the time. She thought refusing too much would make me lose face, so she copied me and accepted every drink that came her way!"
"Besides, I drank plenty myself. There were dozens of people taking turns to toast me, okay?!"
Qing Mo spread his hands, indicating that Chengcheng getting drunk really had little to do with him.
Hearing this, Xia He could not help rolling her eyes in a manner brimming with charm.
"Can Sister Chengcheng compare to you? She's just an ordinary person right now, and you haven't even taught her any skills yet!"
After tucking in Chengcheng, who was already asleep, Xia He slowly walked over to Qing Mo. Then, as naturally as could be, she sat down on his lap.
The moment Qing Mo's large hand, familiar to her very bones, wrapped around her slender waist, Xia He immediately began rummaging through his coat.
Within seconds, Xia He found several White Rabbit milk candies she liked in Qing Mo's coat. She promptly tore open one wrapper and slipped a candy into her warm, cherry-red