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Her skin, which was hotter than the sultry air outside, made her shudder slightly, and a smell of alcohol came to her face, Ye Youqing hurriedly closed the door tightly with her backhand.

"Why are you drinking again?" Ye Youqing raised his eyebrows and looked out the window, "This ten miles, don't teach the good ones, just teach the bad ones."

"Does it hurt from the fall?" Ye Youqing sighed, looking at the blush from the woman's palm being bumped by the ground.

"It hurts." Ci Ke was drunk, his voice was like melting spring water, and it was very pleasant to hear.

"Where does it hurt?" Ye Youqing asked, and as he spoke, he went to touch the medicinal wine in the side cabinet, but saw the woman pointing to her chest with her index finger.

Ye Youqing paused.

The room is not cool at all, but now it has risen several degrees, making people's cheeks hot.

Ye Youqing thought that she was very drunk, so he bowed his head and wanted to hug her, but Ci Ke still pressed her shoulders hard, and staggered up.

Ye Youqing was almost pushed down by her, so he had to put his hands on the ground and watched her get up.

"I'll ask Qin Xin to cook some hangover soup, okay?" Ye Youqing said in a gentle voice, who couldn't get angry with her now.

"Not good." Ci Ke looked up at her, the candlelight reflected sparkling reflections in her eyes, she suddenly put her hands on Ye Youqing's shoulders, and moved her upper body closer.

The fragrance of the powder is good, but it makes people dizzy.

She stared closely at Ye Youqing's eyes, as if longing to be embraced by her, to feel the numbness and peace of mind.

But a few times, but I've gotten used to it, to Ye Youqing's arms, to her smile, to her warm and delicate palms.

It's like an addiction.

"Fortunately, we are women." Ci Ke said suddenly, his voice drifted nine days away, light and ethereal.

"What?" Ye Youqing asked, her body stiffened a little.

"In this way, I can approach you logically." Ci Ke whispered, and let out a chuckle, her cheek was only half an inch away from Ye Youqing, and she only needed to move forward slightly to touch her lips.

When the lips were pressed lightly, it was indescribably charming.

Without powder, it makes people tremble.

"Ye Youqing, don't you think I'm bad?" Ci Ke's feet were floating, and he slid down Ye Youqing's body. Ye Youqing hurriedly helped her stabilize.

"What nonsense." Ye Youqing whispered, pushing her hard to sit on the chair, "Wait, I'll make you hangover soup."

"I don't want to sober up." Ci Ke grabbed her with great strength, Ye Youqing was unsteady, and she pulled her to sit down together.

"I'm not talking nonsense." Ci Ke snorted softly, took a piece of ice from the ice tray on the table, and put it in his mouth to suppress his dizziness.

The ice cubes slid across her lips, leaving traces of crystal clear water on them.

Ye Youqing looked away and said patiently: "I don't think you are bad."

She only felt that Ci Ke's appearance of tenaciously climbing up in the mud every time, and her appearance of scheming everywhere with this pure and charming face like a little fox, made people feel distressed.

Ci Ke raised his eyes, but his eyes were dim.

She suddenly wrinkled the tip of her nose, covered her cheek with her hand, and lowered her head.

"What's wrong?" Ye Youqing asked hurriedly.

Ci Ke's shoulders were trembling, and he was breathing evenly and quickly. Ye Youqing was afraid that something would happen to her, so he held her pointed chin with his hands and lifted her face up.

"Open your mouth." Ye Youqing said, Ci Ke blinked and opened obediently.

The ice had already turned into water, and her lips felt cold to the touch. Ye Youqing pressed her lips to expose the decayed tooth.

Sure enough, I didn't see you in January, and it got worse.

"I told you to eat less sweets, why didn't you listen." Ye Youqing shook his head, and when he was about to withdraw his hand, his eyes fell on her slightly parted lips, which reminded her of the most delicious strawberry candy in modern times.

Like fudge sprinkled with crystal icing, soft and bouncy.

The crystal clear eyes should be the water vapor from the sour teeth.

Ye Youqing felt that her breathing was uneven, so she quickly let go of her hand, pushed the chair away and stood up, the harsh sound of the wooden chair legs scraping against the ground woke her up immediately.

"I'm going to get hangover soup." Ye Youqing said, stretched out his hand to open the door, and quickly disappeared into the hot night wind.

Ci Ke was still sitting there, watching Ye Youqing's back leave, his eyes gradually focused, and then he supported his forehead with his clenched fist.

Over there, Ye Youqing ran all the way to the kitchen, dragged the woman on duty to cook a pot of hangover soup, and stood at the door with the soup for a while, waiting until the soup was no longer boiling hot, and then dared to open the door and enter.

There was still a faint fragrance of wine in the room, but Ci Ke was nowhere to be seen. Ye Youqing's heart sank, and he hurriedly put down the bowl, intending to go out to look for it.

In the middle of the night, a drunk woman, don't expect some accident.

Fortunately, just as she stepped out of the door, she heard a raving sound coming from the inner room. She was relieved, took her foot back, and closed the door.

"Ci Ke?" She strode around the screen, and saw the woman climbed onto her bed at some point, curled up into a small ball, sleeping in the quilt.

"Ci Ke?" She lowered her voice, walked over lightly, feeling very helpless, "Drink the soup before going to sleep, otherwise you will be dizzy tomorrow."

Ci Ke shook his shoulders and ignored her.

"Be obedient." With a calm tone, Ye Youqing took away the thin quilt covering Ci Ke's face, and the candlelight illuminated her face. Ci Ke turned around, and then half-opened his eyes, covering them with his hands, revealing only a only eye.

Ci Ke looked at her, and suddenly stretched out his hands.

It's a gesture of begging for a hug.

Some words can only be said through alcohol, and some actions can only be performed through alcohol.

"Ye Youqing." She called her name again, her voice was surprisingly soft.

How could Ye Youqing bear her appearance like this, he just felt a sticky heart, and when he realized it, he was already in her arms, feeling those soft lotus arms wrapped around his neck.

Ye Youqing felt that she could only sigh now, she closed her eyes, put one arm around the woman's waist, and put one hand through her knees, with light force, she picked her up and walked out of the inner room.

"You will never reject me." Ci Ke whispered in her ear, with an aggrieved tone.

Ci Ke's legs were dangling, he broke free from her arms, staggered back to the table, and stood firmly against the wooden table.

Ye Youqing withdrew his outstretched hand, not knowing what to say.

Her mind was in a mess, everything was perfect at first, she was as plain and calm as usual, but now she was disturbed by Ci Ke.

For the first time, she felt unable to control the throbbing in her chest.

"You don't want to marry him." Ci Ke cried like a child, sobbing, covering his eyes with his arms, but he couldn't stop the crackling tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You will be killed by them." Ci Ke whimpered, "I don't want you to be like my aunt."

The woman cried sincerely, as if choked up, sobbing continuously, she squatted down slowly, hugging her knees.

"I have nothing left, Ye Youqing." She buried her face in her arms, "I want you to live."

Ye Youqing's eyes were sore, she quickly knelt down in front of her, and patted her on the back: "Don't be afraid, I will not die, and I will not marry any Wei Yanei."

Ci Ke raised his head, blushing, "Really?"

It turned out that she had been feeling sad about her marriage contract, Ye Youqing blinked, squeezed out the soreness in her eyes, and said warmly: "Really."

"He's not good enough for you." Ci Ke kept sniffling, reaching out to grab Ye Youqing's sleeve.

"Yes." Ye Youqing replied.

"Then what do you want, the emperor granted her a marriage." Ci Ke raised his hands and grabbed her collar again, Xu Shi was crying hard just now, but now his breath is not stable.

"It's best if you don't know." Ye Youqing touched the top of her hair. What she did was gambling her life. Anyone who knows is in danger, so it's better to keep it in the dark.

"Don't cry." Ye Youqing smiled helplessly, and Ci Ke had cried countless times in front of her, but she couldn't remember her smile.

And she clearly remembered that in the memory fragment of the original owner, even if Ci Ke was bullied like that, he would only endure with red eyes.

But the Ci Ke she saw was different.

Ye Youqing maintained a half-squatting posture, raised his hand to touch the hangover soup from the table, stuffed it into Ci Ke's hand, and raised his chin at her.

Ci Ke withdrew his gaze from looking at Ye Youqing, picked up the bowl bigger than her face, and gulped it down.

"Okay, go to rest." Ye Youqing looked up at the moonlight, "You can only rest here tonight."

Ci Ke didn't speak, and handed the bowl back to her, then got up, wiped the tears off his face, finally cleared his mind that was clouded by the wine.

The cheeks that have cried are quite moisturized, especially the red lips, which are much more vivid than usual.

And just now because she couldn't hold back her drunken crying, her eyes were a little more shy.

When Ye Youqing asked someone to bring something for washing, he asked the maid to take an extra quilt and made a floor bunk next to the bed. This time, she planned to let Ci Ke sleep on the bed, and she herself didn't like couch. Things, I can't stretch my legs when I fall asleep.

Seeing the woman standing beside the bed hesitated after wiping her face, Ye Youqing asked, "Huh?"

Ci Ke shook his head lightly, turned his back, and took off his coat, revealing his smooth back. The pale pink obscene clothes could not cover his arms, but only some other skin.

Ye Youqing suddenly felt uneasy, lowered his head to tidy up the already flat floor, rolled it up repeatedly, and paved it well.

The coat fell to the ground, but Ci Ke didn't pick it up, but untied the hair and got into the bedding.

The white ankles flashed past, and then sank into the thin quilt embroidered with flowers and birds.

Ye Youqing pinched himself, holding back his wandering thoughts, and then reached out to help Ci Ke pick up his coat. The summer clothes were very thin, and the taupe-colored satin was as smooth as water.

Still with Ci Ke's body temperature and aroma.

What's wrong with him, Ye Youqing endured the strangeness in his heart, folded his coat, and put it at the foot of Ci Ke's bed.

"Go to sleep." She said, then blew out the candle, and the room fell into darkness.

The night was very quiet, only the breathing of the two overlapped, and Ci Ke's breathing was almost inaudible. Ye Youqing closed his eyes, and became unconscious after a while.

In a trance, it seemed that someone had fallen to the ground.

Ci Ke tiptoed behind her, took advantage of the moonless sky, knelt and sat on the narrow bed behind Ye Youqing, and then slowly lay down.

The smooth and warm arms passed through Ye Youqing's waist, hugging her tightly, and then pressed his cheek on her back, breathing through the clothes, spraying it numbly.

Ye Youqing wanted to move subconsciously, but he heard a shallow, whispered request from the woman behind him.

"Only for one night, don't drive me away."