"Wasn't the tea enough? Want some more?"
Wu Qingyuan grew anxious and immediately told Su Xi to bring over all the remaining tea. Chu Youning started gulping it down like mad.
"Well? Is your scalp itching yet?"
Everyone stared at Chu Youning, their eyes filled with anxiety.
Chu Youning shook her head blankly. "No."
"Then keep drinking!"
This time, it was Jiang Wanrong's turn to frantically pour tea for Chu Youning.
Beside them, Little Wukong and Chu Lange grew anxious.
"We've all seen what those wretched bugs look like. I'll help Auntie find hers!"
As she spoke, Chu Lange reached out and removed the hairpin from Chu Youning's hair.
Her ink-black hair spilled down, and Chu Lange and Little Wukong began parting it to inspect her scalp closely.
After finishing the third pot of tea, Chu Youning suddenly stood up. Everyone around her instantly looked hopeful. "Feeling something?"
"Nothing in my head, but I'm feeling something here."
Chu Youning rubbed her belly and ran outside without hesitation.
If she drank any more, her belly would burst.
Sitting on the chamber pot, she began muttering frantically, "System, where the hell did you disappear to? If you don't come back soon, even the food at your host's funeral feast will be cold by the time you get there."
[That's fine. I can't eat it hot anyway. If I miss it, I'll just start all over again with you.]
She had only meant to grumble without expecting anything, but a voice actually sounded in her head. Chu Youning abruptly froze.
She froze so hard that even her stream of urine stopped.
"Did I drink so much tea that I've muddled my brain? Why does it sound like I heard my sweet little airhead?"
[...Who are you calling an airhead?]
System no longer wanted