Morning Star

Chapter 182 Are You Drunk?

He waved his hand and more than a dozen jugs of wine appeared on the table. He picked up one of the jugs of wine and looked around at the people at the table, thinking about who to ask to drink with him.

Gao Yashan and Chu Furong were immersed in their own beautiful world, so he couldn't disturb them. Zhuohua was immersed in his food, so he was too lazy to call him. Mo Xinglan was injured and couldn't drink.

So he had no choice but to look at Chujiu, the only one who was not immersed in his own world and had no injuries on his body: "Little girl."

Hearing someone calling him, Chujiu looked up.

"Can you drink?" The old shopkeeper pointed to the wine jug in his hand.

Chujiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said proudly, "Yes."

In the past, she would drink beer or fruit wine when she had a party with classmates or when friends and relatives came to her house for activities. She has not drunk alcohol since she came to Hualing, so the alcohol content should not be very high.

So she picked up a cup and planned to pour one for the old shopkeeper first, but was stopped by the old shopkeeper.

The old shopkeeper covered the mouth of the cup with his hand: "Oh, what cup should I use? This cup is too small. Even one cup is not enough for me to fill my teeth. I'll drink from the pot."

Chujiu looked at the wine jug in his hand.

The size of the pitcher was about the same as the cocktail bottles at the barbecue restaurant. She usually drank cocktails from bottles, so it seemed that she could drink wine from the pitcher as well.

She quickly calculated in her mind and then generously opened the lid of the wine jug, held it in front of her, smiled at the old shopkeeper and said, "Okay, then I'll drink from the jug too."

"Hahahaha, good, little girl, you're so brave." The old shopkeeper praised.

So the old man and the young boy each took a wine jug and started drinking heartily.

As they drank, Chu Furong and Gao Yashan, who were immersed in their own world, also picked up their glasses and started drinking one glass at a time.

Zhuohua was attracted by the aroma of wine and came out of the food, so he also picked up the wine glass and drank. After drinking several cups, he felt that the wine glass was too small, so he also started to drink from the pot.

Mo Xinglan was eating his food by himself, ignoring them.

He had no interest in alcohol and rarely drank. He drank when he was injured, and he would only drink one sip, and the rest was poured on the wound. Moreover, this time the injury was too severe, so he could not drink alcohol, let alone pour alcohol on the wound.

The other four people and the monster were drinking and chatting happily, but he was the only one who was eating some food.

He looked at the mooncake that Chujiu gave him on the plate, his eyes dimmed but he still ate it.

He may be cruel, but in her eyes he was not a good person from the beginning, and he was not a kind person.

……

After three rounds of drinking, Chujiu took the wine pot and drank another pot, then put it on the table with a thump.

At this point she was so drunk she almost didn't know who she was.

Sitting on the stool, he shook his dizzy head, turned his head to look at Mo Xinglan beside him, and his gaze slowly moved to the long braid behind him.

She stared at the headband at the end of her braid with drunken eyes.

There was a voice in my head that kept saying: Pull it, pull it quickly.

She shook her head, burped, stretched out her right hand and grabbed his braid in her hand. She raised the braid in her hand and gently brushed the end of her hair across his pale face.

Mo Xinglan turned his head and looked at him in confusion.

She shook his hair and smiled at him foolishly: "Look...what...is this?"

"..." He glanced at the braid in her hand, raised his eyes and looked at her quietly without saying a word.

"Hehe, look..." She giggled.

Then he raised his left hand, pinched the end of the hairband, and pulled it hard: "Hey~hehe..."

She held the hairband in her left hand and let go of the braid with her right hand.

The braids spread out as they drooped due to gravity, and soon they were all spread out.

The long black hair fell behind Mo Xinglan.

As if she had done something extraordinary, she pulled up a strand of hair and showed it off to him: "It... is gone, hehe, I... burp, isn't it amazing? Hehe, hehe..."

He chuckled and lowered his eyes and replied calmly: "Yeah."

Chujiu was delighted to get the answer. He lifted the stool and moved closer to Mo Xinglan. When he looked up, the smile on his face disappeared. He raised his hands and turned his face to look at him. He frowned: "You are unhappy. Why are you unhappy?"

He was silent for a moment and then said, "...I'm not unhappy."

"Then you, hiccup, smile." She smiled at him with a drunken blushing face.

"..."

Helplessly, he had to pull up the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Chujiu's crooked head, with a missing brain stem, looked at him with a silly smile: "Beauty, hehe...Beauty..."

"..." He was stunned for a moment, and instead of giving a cold warning like before, he was calm and gentle.

Only she could call him like this. And only she called him like this, and he didn't reject it.

"Beauty...how old are you...this year? Huh?" She tilted her head again with confusion in her eyes.

“……”Are you drunk?

Not getting an answer, she rubbed his face with both hands a little harder: "I asked you, why don't you answer?"

"Didn't you know this a long time ago?" He frowned and raised his hands to pry open the disobedient little hands.

She seemed dissatisfied with his answer, so she shook off the hands that were holding her two hands, threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist.

He didn't expect her to pounce on him so recklessly. He frowned and put one hand on the table to steady himself.

He relaxed his grip and gently placed his other hand on her back, looking down at her.

Seeing her looking up and pouting, she said in dissatisfaction: "No, I want it, I want the beauty, tell me."

He couldn't resist the drunken Chujiu, so he sighed to himself, "Seventeen."

He paused and patted her back gently: "Don't hold me, sit down by yourself."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, she hugged him even tighter, and said angrily: "No, I want to, I want to hold you. I won't let go. My little beauty, you are really, hiccup, so beautiful..."

"..."

The sharp pain from the wound made him gasp and tighten his grip on the table. His brows were furrowed and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Chujiu touched his waist again and laughed foolishly: "My little beauty, your waist is so thin."

"..."

He endured the severe pain in his body and froze, and the tip of his ear suddenly felt hot. Fortunately, his hair covered it.

Chu Furong was shocked when she heard this. Why is this third sister so bold after getting drunk?

When she saw Mo Xinglan's pale face, she couldn't bear it any longer and reminded him, "Xiaojiu, he is injured. If you hold him like that, it will hurt his wound."

Chujiu looked at her sideways, shook his head on Mo Xinglan's chest, raised his head and looked at Mo Xinglan pitifully with his two big watery eyes, and said in a long voice: "Um~ No."

The most deadly thing is when a drunken girl with red cheeks acts like a spoiled brat.