Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

The boy had long arms and legs, and he pressed his entire weight on Gu Qingzhi as if he had no bones. If she hadn't exercised for many years, she might not have been able to drag him.

"Uncomfortable..."

Before entering the bedroom, Feng Zhanye uttered a complete and incoherent sentence in her ear, not knowing whether it was a mumbling or a coquettish act.

"Be good, we're almost there."

In order to prevent him from vomiting on the way, Gu Qingzhi stuffed her handkerchief into his hand and leaned his head against her neck to prevent it from hitting the door frame.

I don’t know if he was really upset or what, but he suddenly started making a fuss.

"In times of peace, be prepared for danger; avoid extravagance and practice frugality...&￥@%...Those who think highly of their country should strengthen its foundation..."

The young man's speech was already slurred, but he suddenly started muttering to himself. While mumbling, he raised his hands and gestured in the air, almost tripping himself.

This kid must be suffering from college hysteria due to too much pressure. He even forgets to memorize his lessons when he is drunk.

"Slow down." Gu Qingzhi was so exhausted by his torment that she had no choice but to grab his two waving hands together and drag him to the bed.

Just as he was about to reach the bed, Feng Zhanye seemed to be unable to withstand the dizziness of drunkenness any longer, and a vague murmur escaped from his throat.

His body suddenly staggered as if he had completely lost all strength, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Gu Qingzhi, who was already struggling, became even more unstable under the pressure of his whole body weight. She tripped over the bed and both of them fell into the soft quilt behind them.

The shadow covering her body exuded the scent of lily of the valley, and the words "Sister Azhi" came to her face.

The current posture is a bit too intimate, Gu Qingzhi thought, and looked up. Feng Zhanye's cheeks were flushed, and his breath was filled with the strong aroma of alcohol.

The hot breath sprayed on her neck, burning her pulse under her skin.

The fall made him sober up a lot. He squinted his blurry eyes and stared at her with a fragmented gaze.

"Aye, are you okay?"

Gu Qingzhi pushed him tentatively, but seeing no reaction, she supported herself on the bed with her elbows, trying to slide out from under him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved an inch, she was pressed back on her collarbone.

"Sister Azhi, my face is so hot, do I have a fever?"

Feng Zhanye spoke in a slurred voice. He held onto the hand that had pushed him away and leaned his flushed face against hers.

It’s really hot.

She reached out and touched his forehead again, but it felt warm and cool.

It's not a disease, just very drunk.

Gu Qingzhi gently stroked his delicate cheek with her thumb, stroking the fur that had not yet fallen off, as if she was comforting a large wolf cub.

"You don't have a fever, you're just drunk."

She tried to pull her hand away, but her wrist was firmly gripped by the boy's powerful knuckles.

"Well... don't move..." The soft whisper sprayed on the wrist, bringing out a stream of warm air.

His coquettish tone softened people's hearts and they could only let him do what he wanted.

"Sister's hands are so cool and comfortable."

The boy's voice was mumbling, a little more lazy and hazy than usual, and it was obvious that he was drunk.

"Be good, Ah Ye, I'll get you some hangover soup. If you fall asleep after drinking this, you'll be miserable tomorrow morning."

Eight out of ten drunk people are stubborn. Gu Qingzhi softened her voice and simply coaxed him like a child.

"Go back later."

The hands around her waist tightened, and his chest lowered, pressing harder, forcing her to cling to him.

The boy's body was no longer as skinny as it was when he was a child. His broad chest now had a scorching temperature and considerable strength, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

He seemed to sense her discomfort, so he hugged her waist tightly and turned over quickly.

As the world spun, she was placed on him.

Feng Zhanye lay on his back on the couch, his slender eyes sparkling with water, and the mole on the bridge of his nose looked even more gorgeous and attractive against the backdrop of his pink cheeks.

Gu Qingzhi took the opportunity to escape, but was grabbed by the wrist and pulled back again.

"Don't go, touch me for a while..."

The boy was like a fish out of water for a moment, and he eagerly pulled her hand over again and put it against his cheek.

His eyes were wet, as if he had been bullied by someone.

Gu Qingzhi stroked his hot cheeks and red ears, took out the handkerchief in his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and resignedly served as his ice pack.

I don’t know if it really worked, but Feng Zhanye’s expression seemed to have relaxed a lot.

Gu Qingzhi felt that her hands were warmed by his face, but he still had no intention of letting go. Instead, he held her hands tightly and rubbed them gently.

He moved his fingers to her ear again and rubbed her, from her cheek to her earlobe, and then from her earlobe back to her cheek.

His nose moved, as if he smelled something. He moved his mouth and nose closer, slowly, gently, and carefully pressing against it.

The breath he exhaled was even hotter than before, and it smelled strongly of alcohol and splashed onto his hands.

The soft and hot lips twisted her palm, stirring up a string of tingling sensations.

"Aye..."

Gu Qingzhi's voice trembled. She felt something was clearly wrong and wanted to pull her hand away, but the boy didn't seem to want to give her that chance.

He raised his eyes and looked at her innocently, his lips turning a bright red in the palm of her hand, revealing some inexplicable and charming charm.

Somehow that gaze instantly captured Gu Qingzhi's heart. She was slightly startled and unconsciously loosened the strength in her hands.

She watched him follow her fingertips closer again, open his mouth, and bite her gently as if to play a trick.

Following a momentary tingling sensation that was neither painful nor painful, my fingers touched an unusually soft area.

The boy's breathing became heavier, his throat rolled heavily, and he slowly licked down along her fingers, from the fingertips, to the gaps between her fingers, and then to the palm of her hand.

Her whole body was frozen, hot, wet, and sticky, like petals scattered all over the ground, being buried in an endless swamp.

After a moment of stunned silence, she let this feeling spread out like a bottomless abyss at her fingertips, and then a huge sense of uneasiness came over her like a tide.

Gu Qingzhi suddenly woke up and quickly pulled her hands to support herself. The slightly moist and cool feeling between her fingers made her heart palpitate for no reason.

The young man licked the corners of his lips unsatisfiedly under her. His lips were soaked with water, becoming more ripe, translucent, and fuller in red.

"Sister Azhi, I seem to taste the taste of wine on your hand."

Feng Zhanye raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled twice.

The canine teeth that had just been causing trouble in her palm were exposed again. He looked at her so tenderly with red eyes, which made her even more seductive.

Gu Qingzhi's heart trembled, and the touch left on her fingertips made her mind go blank.

She suddenly broke free from the suffocating embrace, almost staggering off the bed, completely forgetting even the dropped handkerchief, and rushed out of the bedroom as if fleeing.

What was she doing? Why didn't she stop him?

Is she...crazy?