They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Wu Ziyan suddenly slumped onto the table: "No way! This blind box is mine!"

A person's drinking habits reflect their character, and Xiao Si was a little embarrassed. She tried to forcibly pull Sister Wu away, but Wu Ziyan pouted, widened her eyes, and acted like a boy, pleading, "No way!"

The women present all got goosebumps. Adal waved his hand and said, "Just give it to her!"

Upon hearing the word "gift," Wu Ziyan realized she could get something for free again, and immediately looked up with a smile that narrowed her eyes: "Thank you then, you're such a kind person."

Those present gasped again, having never seen such a shameless person. Wu Ziyan, having exhausted her strength to pry open the tray with her fingers, slowly dragged it back to her.

The excitement of opening a blind box is palpable. I gently pulled back the red cloth, thinking it might contain something valuable. But what I found was a bright red Ganoderma lucidum and an embroidered veil woven with gold threads. That was it.

Wu Ziyan immediately lost interest. After the initial excitement wore off, the unpleasant feeling from drinking returned, and her stomach churned. She covered her mouth, about to vomit a rainbow.

Xiao Si looked disgusted and wanted to have her thrown out, but she had to keep her word. Du Lan also ordered the people in the tavern to help Wu Ziyan up, and Sima Lingchuan also left.

She felt much better after vomiting, and her mind cleared up a bit. She looked at Sima Lingchuan in front of her, still in twos and threes.

"Ziyan, I think I'll go back to the inn first."

"I can't walk anymore, ugh." She started dry heaving again.

The waiter at the tavern kindly arranged a room for them: "Gentlemen, why don't you rest first before going back?"

"Could you please help us find a car? We're worried that if we're out for too long, our companions will get anxious. Thank you for your help."

The waiter was clearly familiar with the place. Many people who got drunk there needed to find a carriage to get home. Although they also provided accommodation, most people who came here had a regular inn they knew well. So he didn't say anything and went out to find a carriage.

Sima Lingchuan went through a lot of trouble to get Wu Ziyan into the carriage. The carriage was driven very slowly, for fear that the bumps would be too fast and he would vomit again.

"I'm not drinking anymore, it doesn't taste good, Lingchuan, I'm not drinking anymore." Wu Ziyan opened her eyes, but her gaze was unfocused, and her hands were waving wildly in the air. She actually wanted to touch Sima Lingchuan's face, but several double images made it impossible for her to grasp it accurately.

Sima Lingchuan grabbed her hand with one hand: "Ziyan, why do you have to be so stubborn? You're making yourself feel so uncomfortable."

Even as she scolded him, she took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead. Who knew that Wu Ziyan would grab his shoulders and pull him in front of her, causing him to fall onto her without any support.

"It smells so good, Lingchuan, you smell so good." She buried her head in Sima Lingchuan's neck, her breath warm against his ear.

Sima Lingchuan's face was even redder than Wu Ziyan's after drinking, and he whispered, "Ziyan, we're still outside."

"So what if we're outside? Kiss me." Wu Ziyan brushed Sima Lingchuan's hair aside with one hand, and touched his cheek with the other. Her eyes were misty, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips glistened, making her look like a freshly ripened cherry.

"Ziyan, this is not right." Sima Lingchuan still couldn't let go of himself and wanted to break free from Wu Ziyan's restraints, but at this moment, Wu Ziyan blinked her eyes and two crystal tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, and her lips pouted, looking aggrieved.

"Will you kiss me or not?" Sometimes, in Sima Lingchuan's eyes, Wu Ziyan was like a spoiled child asking for candy.

While he was still in a state of extreme inner turmoil, Wu Ziyan's hand reached to his waist, and even went past his outer garment. Sima Lingchuan trembled all over: "Zi... Ziyan." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he bit his lip.

Wu Ziyan's hands slowly wandered over him, until finally both of them were wrapped around his neck. She looked up at him and said, "Kiss me."

He seemed to have made a great decision. He brushed his hair, which was hanging down in front of him, with one hand, and slowly lowered his head to gently kiss her lips. Contrary to his expectations of warmth, they were cool, smelled of alcohol, and were even a little sweet.

Sima Lingchuan learned what possessiveness was for the first time. When he was doing this, he put his arm around Wu Ziyan's waist. He had never measured her waist so carefully before. He realized that Wu Ziyan's waist was so slender that no man could resist her.

Everyone said she wasn't good enough, but he knew she was. He held Wu Ziyan's head and sucked on it. When he let go, both of their chests heaved violently, and Sima Lingchuan's eyes were also misty.

Wu Ziyan was still somewhat unsatisfied, and her hands restlessly tried to entangle Sima Lingchuan again. Her whole body was limp now, and she slumped against his chest to take a deep breath, then put her head close to his ear and breathed on it, as if on purpose: "Do you want more?"

Before he could answer, he proved it with his actions. He gently put his arm around Wu Ziyan's shoulder, and now he was in control: "Ziyan, Ziyan, what am I going to do with you?"

He gently leaned down and lightly placed his lips on hers; Wu Ziyan closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

At this moment, the rickshaw driver outside grinned, seemingly scoffing, "This outsider is really bold! Does he think he's no human being?"

Enraged, he whipped the horse's rump, causing it to run a couple of steps faster and become somewhat wobbly. In the process, Wu Ziyan accidentally caught his teeth on Sima Lingchuan's lip, leaving a small bloodstain.

Sima Lingchuan instantly snapped out of it, quickly releasing Wu Ziyan, his face flushed crimson. What had he just been doing? It felt so good to be in control!

"Ziyan, are you alright?"

Who knew that Wu Ziyan was already comfortably dozing off, even smacking her lips, her brows relaxed, and there seemed to be a smile on her lips.

Sima Lingchuan's fingertip traced the bridge of her nose, lingering near her lips. He then touched the mark he had left on his own lips, lowering his head with an embarrassed smile.

They finally arrived at Luo's Inn after a long and arduous journey. Sima Lingchuan woke up Wu Ziyan and helped her out of the carriage. The driver's gaze towards them was constantly changing, and after paying the fare, Sima Lingchuan didn't dare to look directly at her.

She even heard the coachman muttering something as he turned to leave. Wu Ziyan was somewhat more awake at this point, and looked at Sima Lingchuan's flushed face: "What's wrong, Lingchuan?"

Sima Lingchuan shook his head. Just then, Han Yuxiu returned from the other side carrying a stack of books. Seeing that both of them had blushed, and that there was a bloodstain on the corner of Sima Lingchuan's mouth, he realized something and blushed as well.