My Little Girl (82)
This evening, they meant to get drunk at the Moon Pavilion. After all, the last time they’d gotten together to drink and talk had been long ago. Now they were together again, but they were also no longer the energetic youth they used to be.
While drinking, it was Ji Xili who fell down first.
Ningcheng gave Sheng Qianmo an uncertain glance, and asked, “Would you like to escort Ji Xili back?”
Sheng Zhiyu seemed to have noticed something and rushed to help the woman. “I’ll take Xili back.”
Sheng Qianmo took a look as they departed and called out to Sheng Zhiyu, “Be careful on the way.”
It’d been meant to be Ji Xili’s welcoming dinner, so no one had thought she’d be the first to fall asleep and leave.
Su Huang also saw Sheng Zhiyu help Ji Xili to walk. He bowed his head and smiled. “It seems that Xili is really broken hearted.”
Sheng Qianmo’s eyes were indifferent and he took a sip of wine, but didn’t say anything in return.
“What nonsense? Xili is the most open person among us! Come on, drink and drink!”
Ningcheng felt the atmosphere was cold, he rushly filled their cups with wine.
Su Huang listened with a slight smile and replied, “That’s right. She left as soon as she said so and willing to part with.
Ningcheng gave him a blank look, but for a moment he didn’t open his mouth.
“Do you think Xili is like you!”
Ningcheng regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, but Su Huang didn’t respond to him this time. He just laughed and drank slowly.
“Sheng Qianmo, tonight you have to accompany your brother to get drunk before you can leave.”
Ningcheng stared at Su Huang and said, “Xili is gone, so the party is over. Did this wine make you insane?”
“No, I just suddenly feel heart-broken,” Su Huang said, casting a pleading look at Sheng Qianmo.
The prince in return looked at him calmly and said nothing more. He poured wine into his cup and drank it all up. He filled the cup again, and this way they drank into the night…
***
Sheng Zhiyu had arrived to the Pavilion on a horse, so they rode it on the way to the Ji Manor, but he didn’t expect that Ji Xili would begin to act like she was going to vomit after a short ride. Sheng Zhiyu quickly picked her off the horse. She gagged for a long time, but nothing came out. Instead, she began to cry.
It made Sheng Zhiyu frightened because he’d never seen her cry ever since he was a child. Although she had the unique personality of a Beiguo woman, she was much stronger than them.
Ji Xili grabbed his arm and wept bitterly, and it caused him distress.
Sheng Zhiyu frowned and touched her head.
“Don’t cry, Sister Xili…”
But Ji Xili was totally drunk. She didn’t realize his distress. She just wanted to cry.
Sheng Zhiyu realized that coaxing her was useless. He didn’t know what took his mind, but with great courage he did something he hadn’t dared to for years; he lowered his head and kissed her.
He could taste the salty tears, but her lips felt soft.
What made his brain buzz was how Ji Xili was reciprocating his kiss. She wrapped her tongue around his and went on her tiptoes to put her arms around his neck.
It made Sheng Zhiyu realize that maybe she had feelings for him too, and he drowned himself in this blissful kiss.
And yet, the illusion lasted but for a moment. Soon, he heard the words Ji Xili was murmuring.
“Qianmo…”
My Little Girl (82)
This evening, they meant to get drunk at the Moon Pavilion. After all, the last time they’d gotten together to drink and talk had been long ago. Now they were together again, but they were also no longer the energetic youth they used to be.
While drinking, it was Ji Xili who fell down first.
Ningcheng gave Sheng Qianmo an uncertain glance, and asked, “Would you like to escort Ji Xili back?”
Sheng Zhiyu seemed to have noticed something and rushed to help the woman. “I’ll take Xili back.”
Sheng Qianmo took a look as they departed and called out to Sheng Zhiyu, “Be careful on the way.”
It’d been meant to be Ji Xili’s welcoming dinner, so no one had thought she’d be the first to fall asleep and leave.
Su Huang also saw Sheng Zhiyu help Ji Xili to walk. He bowed his head and smiled. “It seems that Xili is really broken hearted.”
Sheng Qianmo’s eyes were indifferent and he took a sip of wine, but didn’t say anything in return.
“What nonsense? Xili is the most open person among us! Come on, drink and drink!”
Ningcheng felt the atmosphere was cold, he rushly filled their cups with wine.
Su Huang listened with a slight smile and replied, “That’s right. She left as soon as she said so and willing to part with.
Ningcheng gave him a blank look, but for a moment he didn’t open his mouth.
“Do you think Xili is like you!”
Ningcheng regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, but Su Huang didn’t respond to him this time. He just laughed and drank slowly.
“Sheng Qianmo, tonight you have to accompany your brother to get drunk before you can leave.”
Ningcheng stared at Su Huang and said, “Xili is gone, so the party is over. Did this wine make you insane?”
“No, I just suddenly feel heart-broken,” Su Huang said, casting a pleading look at Sheng Qianmo.
The prince in return looked at him calmly and said nothing more. He poured wine into his cup and drank it all up. He filled the cup again, and this way they drank into the night…
***
Sheng Zhiyu had arrived to the Pavilion on a horse, so they rode it on the way to the Ji Manor, but he didn’t expect that Ji Xili would begin to act like she was going to vomit after a short ride. Sheng Zhiyu quickly picked her off the horse. She gagged for a long time, but nothing came out. Instead, she began to cry.
It made Sheng Zhiyu frightened because he’d never seen her cry ever since he was a child. Although she had the unique personality of a Beiguo woman, she was much stronger than them.
Ji Xili grabbed his arm and wept bitterly, and it caused him distress.
Sheng Zhiyu frowned and touched her head.
“Don’t cry, Sister Xili…”
But Ji Xili was totally drunk. She didn’t realize his distress. She just wanted to cry.
Sheng Zhiyu realized that coaxing her was useless. He didn’t know what took his mind, but with great courage he did something he hadn’t dared to for years; he lowered his head and kissed her.
He could taste the salty tears, but her lips felt soft.
What made his brain buzz was how Ji Xili was reciprocating his kiss. She wrapped her tongue around his and went on her tiptoes to put her arms around his neck.
It made Sheng Zhiyu realize that maybe she had feelings for him too, and he drowned himself in this blissful kiss.
And yet, the illusion lasted but for a moment. Soon, he heard the words Ji Xili was murmuring.
“Qianmo…”
