In the middle of the night, the girl's pained moans and calls for water came from the bedroom.
Jing Jiu lay in the chair with his eyes closed, reading a collection of mathematics papers from the Academy of Sciences. He heard her but paid no attention.
Of course, even if he had been doing nothing at the time, he would not have gone to look after her.
He had never looked after anyone in his life, except for Nan Wang when she had been utterly drunk all those years ago, March when she had been gravely injured, and Bai Zao, whose face he had wiped once before his ascension.
Zhong Lizi staggered out, took some water from the refrigerator, and gulped down several mouthfuls before she felt a little more clearheaded. With some difficulty, she said, "How did I get this drunk? Wasn't it rice wine?"
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and said, "Its alcohol content is three times that of beer."
Zhong Lizi was very surprised to hear this. "It's that strong? No wonder my head hurts."
As she spoke, she sat down in the chair and hugged a cushion, taking up so much space that she pushed his feet off.
Jing Jiu thought, How is this child even more overbearing than Twelfth Month?
"Hey! I just remembered something important I forgot to mention. You're the actual author of the novel. I ought to make a statement, right?"
"Hmm?"
"Xuan Yu will pay a lot of money."
"I have money."
"Then you don't want the right to have your name on it either?"
"If I'm the author, will Xuan Yu help you get an exchange student place?"
Hugging the cushion, Zhong Lizi looked into his eyes and said, "Actually, I've been wondering whether you really need that exchange student