Chapter 55 Chapter 55 So much more ferocious than before, even the tip of her tongue...

Fu Huaiqing lowered his eyelashes.

The girl's eyes were clear and bright, like a rippling spring, a sky full of stars falling in them, spotless and untainted. A small dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The hem of her sleeve was slightly tugged, and Fu Huaiqing's gaze, fixed on her, dropped a little, resting on the slender knuckles of her fingers tugging at his sleeve. An indescribable tingling welled up in his throat, washing through his veins. After a while, he didn't sit down. Biezhi, tilting his head back, felt a little numb. He lowered his head and patted his wooden stool. "Sit down!" After a few times, Fu Huaiqing had finally recognized it. 

When she was slightly drunk and dazed, her voice would rise at the end of her words. 

"Drunk?" 

Biezhi stretched out two fingers, making a small gap. "A little bit." 

Despite a slight loss of control, she was still conscious, not unconscious. 

Her delicate expression was adorable, and Fu Huaiqing's thin lips curved upwards. He suppressed the turbulent breath within him and sat down. 

After he sat down, Biezhi measured the distance between them, carrying the wooden stool with both hands and moving slightly closer to him, then looked up at him. 

A gentle breeze blew, carrying the faint fragrance of pear blossoms from the girl's body. Fu Huaiqing's eyes darkened, fixed on Biezhi, who looked up at him crisply. He pursed his dry lips slightly, clenching his palms slightly on the table, trying hard to suppress the irritation welling up within him. 

Biezhi tilted her head, her gaze sweeping up the man's handsome face, slowly resting on his eyes. 

She raised her hand to shield the lower half of Fu Huaiqing's face, and with her other palm, she covered his forehead, leaving only his eyes exposed. His dark, inky pupils were filled with her image, nothing else. 

The longer she looked, the more familiar he seemed to her. 

Especially now, it was as if they had met before at some point. 

Fu Huaiqing probably guessed the meaning of her behavior and let her look at him. 

Biezhi, who had been observing for a long time, was silent for a moment, and the palm of her hand that was on the lower half of his face moved up half an inch, and the man's slightly opened and closed thin lips came into her eyes. Suddenly, the scene from the past flashed before her eyes. 

Biezhi agreed with what she thought last night. 

He is indeed very kissable. 

The moment her thoughts started to drift, Biezhi realized what she was thinking and suddenly withdrew her palm, her eyes dodging. 

"It does look alike." In order to hide her panic, Biezhi subconsciously picked up the wine cup and took a sip of the wine. The moment she raised her head to drink, she caught a glimpse of the man's slightly raised palm from the corner of her eye and paused. 

Oh, it's his wine glass. 

Fu Huaiqing laughed and said slowly: "What you are drinking is mine." 

Biezhi: "..." 

She swallowed the wine that stayed in her throat, turned her eyes aside and pretended not to hear what he said. In fact, deep down in her heart, she just wanted to find a hole to crawl into quickly, and by the way, spread some soil to cover it so that others would not see it. 

Fu Huaiqing looked at it with interest for a while, and smiled: "It's newly poured, I haven't drunk it." 

But the wine cup is yours! 

And you have drunk it. Biezhi glared at him. 

In an instant, a faint laugh came out of the man's throat, hoarse and pleasant. 

The slowly blowing hot breath almost swept across her cheeks. Biezhi was annoyed by his laughter, and anger surged up along with the drunkenness. She glared at him unjustly, "Why are you laughing, isn't it just that you drank the wrong amount?" 

Fu Huaiqing raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing. 

After all, she was the one who made the mistake. The rage that welled up within her was only enough for her to retort. Seeing that he was still staring at her with a half-smile, she muttered guiltily, "At worst, I can just not drink yours next time and drink someone else's." 

Suddenly, the smile on Fu Huaiqing's thin lips froze for a moment. 

He frowned, feeling like he had shot himself in the foot. The thought that many people were indeed hoping that she would make the mistake, especially the thought that others might see her like this, made the deep-seated dissatisfaction reach its peak. 

He looked normal, but in fact he clenched his teeth secretly, and said, "You can only drink with me from now on." 

"No." Biezhi refused bluntly, raised his index finger and shook it slightly, "I also promised other people." 

Fu Huaiqing frowned: "Other people?" 

Biezhi nodded, counting on her fingers for him, "Seniors and sisters have also made an appointment with Qin Wan. She also said that brothers and sisters will get together again when they are free." She sighed when she mentioned this. She didn't expect so many things to happen later, and the agreed things could not be realized. "I will go find them when everything is over in the future." 

"Them?" Fu Huaiqing had a dead expression, "Qin Wan and who." 

"Qin Xiao." Biezhi didn't expect him to ask a question with an obvious answer, and didn't understand: "Besides him, who else could it be?" 

Fu Huaiqing's breath condensed slightly, "Don't you think he is mentally ill?" 

Did she say that? 

Biezhi blinked, bewildered: "When?" 

Fu Huaiqing smiled slightly, and helped her recall in great detail: "When you were teaching Fu Mingzhan the swordsmanship, I, as the Prince of Su, told you..." He didn't finish his words, and Biezhi, who suddenly stood up, raised his hand to cover his slightly parted lips. It was too scary. 

Biezhi dug his toes into the ground, and didn't want to recall the scene of that day anymore. 

He said he was interested in her in an ambiguous way, and then she ruthlessly accused him who was pretending to be Ji Ran, and seemed to scold him for being lustful and saying that he was not mentally normal. 

Biezhi: "..." 

She laughed, "I remember it." 

There was no need for help to recall. 

Biezhi thought that there were still many old accounts to be settled in the future, and her scalp tingled. She finally understood what Fang Tingzhi meant by looking alive but actually dead for a while. 

"It's good that you remember it." Fu Huaiqing said slowly. 

He lifted his wine cup and sipped from it, his gaze lingering on Biezhi's face. If it had been last night, he would have questioned her along the lines of what he had just said. Given her current resistance, he would have pushed her further away, which would have been counterproductive. 

It was just right to stop now. 

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing, Biezhi breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his hand, and sat down quietly, not forgetting to reach for his own wine cup and sip it slowly. 

Fu Huaiqing's Adam's apple rolled as he pressed on, "You think he's mentally unstable, and you're still planning to drink with him?" 

Biezhi, startled to her senses by his sudden words, slowly relaxed the tension in her back as she listened to his words. She glanced at Fu Huaiqing, whose gaze was fixed on her. After a moment's silence, she muttered, "I'm drinking with you too." 

There was more than one abnormal person. 

Fu Huaiqing: "..." 

He paused, then said, "It's different." 

"What's different?" Biezhi thought it was all the same. 

Fu Huaiqing knocked the table with his knuckles, and said calmly, "Just now you should consider me as Ji Ran." 

Hearing this, Biezhi looked at the man who changed the subject in astonishment.

She was really shocked by Fu Huaiqing's sure words. The corners of her mouth opened and closed for a long time, and she even forgot whether she had just agreed to treat him as Ji Ran.

"Did I just agree?"

There was uncertainty in his words. Fu Huaiqing's eyes curved slightly, and nodded thoughtfully: "You didn't refuse."

Bie Zhi, who was a little dizzy, blinked and thought about it seriously.

Indeed.

She didn't refuse either.

Fu Huaiqing didn't give her time to think about it, and said lightly: "So, don't drink with abnormal men."

Bie Zhi shook her drunken thoughts, and still felt that something was wrong.

Even if he was Ji Ran, he was still Fu Huaiqing.

She was not misled at all, and pointed at him: "You are not normal either."

Fu Huaiqing was stunned and couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, Bie Zhi was stunned.

The man looked at her with a half-smile. The octagonal palace lanterns swaying in the wind under the eaves occasionally passed by and fell on his elegant and refined features. His sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and deep black pupils made the soft candlelight make them less cold and more gentle. His thin lips were covered with a faint smile, and he looked at her like this.

The moment her fingertips touched the corner of the man's mouth, Biezhi suddenly came back to her senses.

Their eyes met, and watching her lips sometimes pursed and sometimes slightly opened, Fu Huaiqing's dark eyes suddenly darkened a little. He quickly caught her palm that was about to withdraw, held her wrist, and returned to the position just now, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't you want to kiss me?"

Suddenly, an inexplicable breath rushed into his mind, and Biezhi's mind was a little stuck.

Seeing her silence, Fu Huaiqing asked again, "Do you really not want to kiss me?"

"I..." Biezhi hesitated. If the man in front of her were Ji Ran, even if he was pretending to be Ji Ran, she would have kissed him. But after all, the man standing before her was Fu Huaiqing, not anyone else. She shook her head. "No."

Fu Huaiqing's face darkened slightly. "Why?"

Biezhi pouted and turned her face away. "I don't want to kiss you." She

didn't want to kiss a liar.

He had lied to her for so long and hadn't even been punished. She didn't want to kiss him.

Fu Huaiqing pressed his knuckles against her chin, his fingertips resting on her clear face.

He turned her face back to him and rejected her refusal. "You want to kiss me, very much." His tone held a hint of impatience.

Biezhi blinked softly.

"You like it, don't you?" Fu Huaiqing's voice was hoarse. His fingertips moved slowly inwards, gently brushing against her open lips. "Others may not know, but I know you like it."

Biezhi's lips trembled slightly.

She suspected that he was seducing her, and she had evidence.

Biezhi's eyes widened slightly.

The man's fingertips, which were slightly calloused, brushed across her slightly opened lips, as if they were going to go deeper. Her eyes changed color, and she subconsciously closed her lips, but she didn't expect that she would suddenly hold his fingertips.

In an instant, a very light laugh sounded in her ears.

It was hoarse and low.

The voice mixed with numbness echoed around, and Biezhi's heart trembled, and her back retreated half an inch.

Before she could move, Fu Huaiqing, who noticed her movement, wrapped his big hand around her tight waist, pulled her back a little, and shortened the distance between them.

It was so close that Biezhi could hear his low breathing that he tried hard to restrain.

She couldn't help but say, "You clearly want it, but you insist on saying it."

Her mumbling reached Fu Huaiqing's ears, and he raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I do."

Bie Zhi: "..."

Fu Huaiqing lowered his eyes and stared at her, his large palms tightening slightly, pressing against her waist through three or four layers of clothing. "When you wanted to kiss me, I never seemed to refuse."

"You did," Bie Zhi glared at him, but the refusal was ineffective.

Fu Huaiqing chuckled and said slowly, "But in the end, it was all up to you."

His deep voice, accompanied by a burning breath, again lingered, and her heart was in suspense, neither rising nor falling, giving her no room to breathe. Bie Zhi was certain this time that he was doing this on purpose, deliberately tempting her. His

hesitation was driving her a little irritated.

After a moment's stare, Bie Zhi, her almond-shaped eyes glaring, inched towards him, but stopped just as her lips were about to touch his. "I don't want to kiss a little liar," she said.

Fu Huaiqing's slow breathing suddenly dropped.

He lowered his eyes and said, "How about the other way around."

Bie Zhi: "Hmm?"

Fu Huaiqing tilted his head and placed a kiss on her lips, saying, "The liar wants to kiss you, is that okay?"

Bie Zhi: "..."

He'd already kissed her, and he was still asking her?

Seeing the man's handsome features becoming clearer and clearer, she raised her hand to cover the lower half of his face, pushed it back, and shook her head: "No."

Fu Huaiqing's eyes fixed for a moment, and then he laughed.

He released the large hand that was holding the girl's waist.

Bie Zhi, who was able to catch her breath, stepped back and quickly turned to face the table full of food, not wanting to even glance at him.

Fu Huaiqing said nothing, but took the wine cup from her hand and put it where she couldn't reach it. He calmly continued the interrupted topic, saying, "I've already drank with an abnormal person, so there's no need to drink with a second one."

Her thoughts suddenly jumped, and Bie Zhi looked back at him in a daze. It took her a while to understand what he was talking about.

She thought about what Fu Huaiqing said and nodded: "That's right."

Biezhi agreed with this very much. She was about to take another sip of Zuihua wine, but suddenly she couldn't find the wine cup. She lowered her eyes and scanned it carefully for several times before finding it. She blinked slightly and asked curiously: "When did it get there?" After a pause, her face was a little displeased, "Did you take it?"

Fu Huaiqing looked calm: "It ran there by itself."

"It has no legs, how can it run." Biezhi frowned.

"It has become a spirit." Fu Huaiqing's fingertips on the side of the wine cup pushed it aside calmly, raising his eyebrows slightly: "Now it has legs."

Biezhi: "..."

Is he coaxing her like a three-year-old child?

"It was obviously you who pushed me."

His clear eyes were already slightly hazy, but he was still as sharp-eyed and sharp-eared as ever. Fu Huaiqing pushed the wine cup in front of her again, met her sidelong gaze, and said, "You are drunk."

"No, I'm sober." Bie Zhi refuted without hesitation. After a moment of silence, he added in a low voice, "It's true that I'm a little slow in my movements."

Drunk people always say they are sober.

The moment Fu Huaiqing stood up, he bent down and took her wrist, helping her up, "Be careful not to lose your composure later, or you'll be looking for a hole to hide in tomorrow."

"I won't remember." Bie Zhi obediently let him help her up.

Facing Fu Huaiqing's slightly doubtful expression, she nodded affirmatively, "Don't worry, I will forget everything. Even if I still remember it now, I will forget it completely after I wake up from a good night's sleep." Seeing that he still didn't understand, she curled her lips and said to him, "Selective amnesia."

"When you are drunk and unconscious, you will indeed not remember what happened when you wake up the next day." Bie Zhi couldn't control herself a little and said without reservation, "Besides, it all depends on whether I want to mention it again."

Fu Huaiqing's forehead veins jumped when he heard this, and his voice deepened a little: "You will forget what happened tonight too?"

"Huh?" Bie Zhi pondered for a moment and said honestly, "I don't know."

Fu Huaiqing: "..."

He lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly for a moment, then said to Jiang Yue, "Bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Jiang Yue was very fast and returned in a moment.

The food on the table was also cleared away.

Biezhi looked at them blankly, and raised his head in confusion, "What do you want to do?"

Fu Huaiqing bent down and took out a pen with his sleeve, and said, "Write a written agreement."

"Huh?" Biezhi really felt that she seemed a little drunk this time, and could not understand what he was saying, "What written agreement?" He

handed the pen dipped in ink to her, and Fu Huaiqing said calmly, "You didn't refuse the thing just now."

Biezhi was suddenly speechless when she heard it.

"Write it." Fu Huaiqing raised his chin slightly, signaling her to write.

He had already planned that if she forgot tomorrow, he would put the written agreement in front of her.

Biezhi was thinking of shirking her responsibility and didn't really want to write.

The girl's eyes flickered, and Fu Huaiqing saw her thoughts and said nonchalantly, "If you write it, I will pretend that what happened just now never happened."

Hearing him say that, Biezhi glanced at him strangely.

She wasn't exactly shy, and it wasn't like she hadn't actually kissed before. But when she suddenly heard him suggesting this as a way to get her to sign a written agreement, she had a vague feeling that he might bring it up from time to time.

In the silence, she took the pen.

Writing down her large, scribble-like characters, Biezhi suddenly regretted not listening to the teacher at Xianyun Tower and practicing calligraphy. "Can you understand it?"

"I've seen it quite a few times," Fu Huaiqing said.

Even if he didn't understand it before, he understood it now.

The question was just a polite one; even if he didn't understand, Biezhi wouldn't rewrite it.

She put down her pen and watched Fu Huaiqing fold the paper neatly and put it into his sleeve.

The breeze brought a wave of intoxication. Biezhi, whose thoughts had been drawn back and forth by him for so long, didn't want to pay any more attention to him and immediately dismissed him: "It's getting late, you should leave."

Her crisp and playful tone was thick with dissatisfaction. A hint of smile flickered in Fu Huaiqing's eyes, and he glanced at the night sky.

But the hour of Xu wasn't really that late.

His eyes swept over Biezhi, whose eyes were a little dazed, "I'll take you home."

Biezhi shook her head.

It was only a distance of about a hundred steps, she could walk by herself.

The moment she turned to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed again. Biezhi turned back with a slight frown, "You--" The words that were about to escape were blocked in her throat by the sudden intrusion of Fu Huaiqing's clear breath.

He tapped Biezhi's chin with his fingertips, lifted it down, held her soft lips in his mouth, and pressed against her lips.

Sucking, licking.

The panting in the breeze was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

The breath after being drunk was already thin, and the only weak breath left was plundered away, leaving nothing for Biezhi. The softness and numbness washed over her whole body, and her legs, which were struggling to support her, softened a little. The moment she was about to fall, he held her with one hand and pressed her tightly against his body.

It was unknown how long it took before Fu Huaiqing let her go.

In an instant, Biezhi felt like she was alive again.

Staring at the girl's lips that were glistening with water, Fu Huaiqing tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart.

His Adam's apple rolled, "You--"

"I'll make you forget everything tomorrow!" Biezhi, panting, glared at him in what she thought was a fierce look.

The kiss was so much more fierce than before, and the tip of her tongue was almost bitten.

Her bright and affectionate almond eyes were filled with an inexplicable anger, and Fu Huaiqing stared at her with a heavy gaze, without saying a word.

Biezhi ignored him and got up and walked back.

She didn't know if it was because of his kiss or because of his drunken smell, but after returning to the bedroom and washing up, Biezhi tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, she thought about tonight's events. She didn't know how long she lay there, but she didn't fall asleep.

After thinking for a while, she called Hua Chao, only to find that she had been lying there for only half a cup of tea.

Biezhi was silent.

Just get yourself drunk!

Then, Hua Chao, who was about to go wash up, took out Zuihua Niang for no apparent reason.

There were four pots in total.

Two people, two pots each.

They were so drunk that they didn't even have time to return to their couches. They just fell asleep on the table.