Chapter 348

Yao Shi gave Wu Liang no chance to escape. Just as Wu Liang had created some distance, she pressed herself against him again.

Just as she didn't want Wu Liang to leave her side, Yao Shi leaned down and pressed herself close to Wu Liang's shoulder, her beautiful eyes staring intently at his face.

"Ah... well... I wouldn't say it was Qijiu's invitation..."

"I can't explain it to you clearly in a short time. You can understand it as Teacher Ye's unfulfilled dream."

Yao Shi's bold approach made Wu Liang stutter a little.

The fragrant breeze that greeted him made him very uncomfortable, especially when he felt the soft touch; his body even stiffened slightly.

"Um, I just sweated a lot, should I take a shower first?"

Wu Liang said somewhat awkwardly, "Isn't Yao Shi usually a very clean person?"

Why is she now so carefree, constantly getting closer to him? Isn't Yao Shi afraid of getting sweat on her?

Is there a problem?

Yao Shi leaned on Wu Liang's shoulder and leaned her face close to him, asking Wu Liang earnestly.

She would never dislike the young master just because he smelled of sweat, especially since the young master's smell wasn't unpleasant at all.

"No, no problem."

Wu Liang felt a little intimidated by Yao Shi's bright eyes and unconsciously shifted his position back a little.

He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Yao Shi had become more active and bold after she truly woke up.

Could it be that she was influenced by another "Yao Shi"? But "Yao Shi" and Yao Shi should be two completely independent people.

Their memories are not shared, and even their personalities and temperaments are completely separate. Logically, these two people should not affect each other.

"Young master, your leg is pressing on my hair."

Milutin, who was lying next to Wu Liang, reached out and poked Wu Liang's thigh.

Although Milutin was talking to Wu Liang, her gaze remained fixed on Yao Shi's face.

As if he had discovered some little secret, Milutin's lips curled into a subtle smile.

"Young master, this exhibition looks quite fun."

"It seems like this so-called International Exhibition doesn't restrict the types of cosplay."

Milutin rested his head on Wu Liang's lap and spoke with great interest.

He fiddled with the flyer in his hand, and licked his lips excitedly after seeing the prizes listed.

Wow, those are some really great prizes!

Are you interested?

It was somewhat unexpected that Wu Liang would be so interested in Milutin.

Although he knew that Milutin was an ACG culture enthusiast, he thought that her interest was limited to figurines and anime characters.

If it were serious cosplay, he thought Milutin's lazy personality wouldn't be very interested.

"It looks like a lot of fun, and it's the young master's request, so how could I possibly refuse?"

Milutin laughed heartily, rubbing her little head back and forth on Wu Liang's thigh.

How could she refuse when the young master had said so? Besides, this so-called exhibition was quite interesting.

I'll just go check it out briefly; she's got nothing better to do lately anyway.

"Young Master, since we are going to participate in this competition, I think the five of us should have a meeting."

"Since we've already participated, we can't go back empty-handed, young master, don't you agree?"

Yao Shi reached out and pressed her hand against Milutin's face, pushing him aside.

How dare Milutin make such a bold move towards the young master? He's getting more and more audacious.

"You want to be number one?"

Milutin sat up, rubbing her aching nose.

Ouch... my nose... Couldn't Yao Shi have gone a little easier on herself...?

"No, I don't want to be number one."

"In fact, the first one is something that originally belonged to us."

Yao Shi picked up the flyer that had fallen on the sofa, held it in her hand, and looked at it silently.

Upon seeing that the first-place prize was Cupid's Ring symbolizing love and blessings, a glint of light suddenly flashed in his cold eyes.

She's determined to get first place...

"Is... is that so...?"

Wu Liang was somewhat bewildered after seeing Yao Shi's fighting spirit.

Yao Shi... why is she so interested in this kind of event?

Mo Qianhuan scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly after seeing the middle-aged man waiting for her in front of the garage.

She hurriedly pushed her motorcycle and ran to the man's side.

"Dad, we ran out of gas when we got back, so we were a little late..."

Mo Qianhuan took off her helmet, stuck out her tongue, and smiled mischievously.

This motorcycle is much better than the previous one, and its stability is far superior.

"You brat, I knew you'd run out of gas from riding it too."

The dark-skinned middle-aged man laughed and scolded, "Can't my girl just settle down?"

She insisted on going out and having fun in the middle of the night, but he just couldn't control this brat.

"Dad, is my 'that' ready?"

After stretching vigorously, Mo Qianhuan asked her father with expectant eyes.

That was a motorcycle that she specially commissioned her father to customize. If she had "that," she would surely stand out at the exhibition.

"Yes, it will be finished soon, trust me."

"But speaking of which, are you really going to participate in that International Exhibition?"

The man covered his chin and stared at Mo Qianhuan with a face full of curiosity.

You know, this girl is just an anime enthusiast; there's no need for her to participate in that kind of thing.

"Hmm? Of course, I think that exhibition was quite interesting."

"Moreover, that exhibition was sponsored by Karel Company, and Carel's motorcycles are very famous, so there will probably be their brand showcase there."

Mo Qianhuan said with a smile, hoping that the exhibition wouldn't disappoint her.

Chapter 73: Qijiu - Goal Achieved

The morning light streamed into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

A woman with long golden hair and fair skin was sleeping peacefully in the empty hall.

Xiu Changfeng's beautiful, radiant legs shimmered with alluring light, their two long legs as smooth and tempting as intertwined white snakes.

With a kick of her snow-white little feet, she threw off the blanket covering her legs, and her graceful figure arched like a shrimp as she lay on her side on the sofa.

Her delicate and pretty face was flushed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she might wake up at any moment.

"I told you to keep drinking to your heart's content, kid!!!"

Suddenly, a loud yet slightly hoarse voice came from the woman's cherry-like mouth.

He sat up abruptly, like a carp leaping out of its shell, and raised his right hand in a celebratory gesture.

"You brat, take your clothes off! Take them off now, no cheating!! I'm going to make you strip naked today!! I want to see if your development is really that healthy!!!"

With her eyes glazed over from drunkenness, Qijiu raised her right hand, shook her head, and mumbled something.

The loose T-shirt couldn't hide the woman's graceful figure at all, and her pair of high, snowy breasts trembled violently because she wasn't wearing a bra, which was quite eye-catching!

Qijiu remained seated in that position, still holding her glass and drinking together.

It wasn't until much later that she groggily came back to her senses from the dream.

"Ouch... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

As Qijiu gradually regained consciousness, she gasped for breath and murmured in pain.

My head was buzzing as if countless bees were flying around inside.

The excruciating pain felt like it was tearing her head apart; a hangover really does never end well.

This headache was almost killing her; the nausea and vomiting, yet the inability to vomit, was unbearable.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, my head..."

With a splitting headache, Qijiu muttered to herself, both laughing and crying, and groaned in regret as she pressed her head.

She drank a bit too much last night; I should have known better than to drink on an empty stomach.

Drinking alcohol without eating anything else is extremely harmful to your health.

It's all Tongtong and Wu Liang's fault. They had nothing better to do than buy a bunch of beer.

(Wu Liang: Didn't you ask us to bring this back on our way? I never expected this would happen to me.)

(Ye Luotong: It wasn't me who asked you to drink. Didn't you just suddenly get the urge to drink all by yourself?)

"But speaking of which, why did I have such a strange dream just now?"

Qijiu shook her head with a wry smile, shaking off the last lingering distracting thought in her mind.

She just dreamt that she was drinking and playing a drinking game with Wu Liang, and it was the kind where whoever lost had to take off a piece of clothing.

It's absolutely outrageous that she would dream about playing those perverted games with that brat.

"Speechless. Since you've already dreamt about it, at least let me finish dreaming about the ending. If only I could wake up ten minutes later."

Qijiu rubbed her aching temples and teased.

She had just dreamt that Wu Liang had lost so badly that he was about to take off his last pair of boxer shorts.

But then she woke up at the very very end! Damn it, at least let me finish watching it!

(Qijiu: I was just kidding, don't take it seriously, I'm not that kind of person.)

"Has Tongtong already gone back?"

Qijiu cleared her throat and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Feeling his throat burning, he couldn't help but lick his dry lips.

She needs to find some water quickly, or she might die of thirst.

"Um?"

A teacup and a folded piece of paper on the floor caught Qijiu's attention.

Hangover tea? Hmm... Tongtong must have prepared this for her...

"The water is still warm? That means Tongtong just left not long ago."

"Waaah, I'm so touched. She's such a good sister. She even made me some tea before she left."

After drinking the tea in one gulp, my previously parched throat finally felt some relief.

After licking the water droplets from her lips, she stretched contentedly and moved her delicate body.

Ah, I'm alive again! It's true, people can't live without water.

What did Tongtong write?

Playing with the teacup in her hand, Qijiu opened the letter that Ye Luotong had left for her before she left.

The neat and powerful handwriting was written on the paper, containing only a simple sentence.