Zhao Pei ran out of the private room like she was escaping, just wanting to leave here quickly. However, she ran into a man in black who was walking towards her. Her feet were weak and she would have fallen if he hadn't grabbed her.
She looked up and saw Xiao Yi. He stared at her with a frown: "What's wrong with you?"
She must have been dazzled, she saw a trace of worry in those usually calm eyes. She also saw her own reflection in his eyes, the face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
Zhao Pei shook her head, broke free from his hand, and walked down the stairs without saying a word. Xiao Yi looked at the shaky body with a frown on his face.
—————————————————————— The red-shirted woman in the tavern forced herself to open her eyes wide and shook the wine jug upside down, but there was not a drop left. "Another jug!" she shouted.
The servant came running over, looked at the empty wine jug on her table, and kindly advised: "Oh! Sir, you have drunk enough, you can't drink any more!"
Zhao Pei glared at him angrily: "Are you afraid that I can't afford the money or what?" She took out a silver ingot from her sleeve and slammed it on the table, "Here you go! Bring me some wine!"
The servant had no choice but to take the money and go get more wine.
"It's strange, why am I not drunk yet?" She leaned over the table and counted the bottles, "One, two, three, four, five, seven, eight... No, one, two, three, four, five, six, eight, seven... No, one, two, three, four, five, six, eight, seven... No, ..."
At this moment, the waiter came up with the wine. She smiled and tried to take it, but someone pressed her hand on the table.
She raised her head angrily, only to see the face that made her heart ache. She murmured, "Xiao..."
He seemed annoyed too: "Don't drink anymore. With your alcohol tolerance, you actually..." Before he could finish his words, Zhao Pei waved her hand to interrupt him: "Don't bother me!" Then she broke free from his hand and took the wine jug.
The man angrily threw the wine jug to the ground, spilling it all over the floor. "You're drunk. I'll take you home."
Zhao Pei slammed the table and stood up: "How can you waste it! It turns out that this money is not yours!"
The man ignored her and took her arm and walked away. Zhao Pei struggled, twisted her body and hit him: "Go away! Let me go! What do you mean now? Guilt? Sympathy? I don't need it! If you don't want me, don't bother me! Who asked you to be so kind!"
He listened to her strange words and murmured, "It seems that she is really drunk."
Zhao Pei kept pulling at his clothes like crazy, tears all over her face. He seemed really angry, and really let go and prepared to leave. But she panicked, tears blurred her eyes but she hugged his waist tightly, sobbing and saying, "Don't go..." Then, she fell asleep peacefully in the man's breath.
Hangovers are bad for the body. When Zhao Pei woke up the next day, it was already noon. Her head still hurt and she felt dizzy. Ruhua came in with a basin of water and saw Zhao Pei trying to get up and look at the dripping clock. Ruhua said, "Miss, it's already noon. Can you prepare lunch?"
"Ah?" Zhao Pei was startled and got up from under the covers. "I slept for so long, why didn't you call me?"
Ruhua looked at her with amusement: "Last night, when the young lady came back, she was as drunk as a puddle of mud. I think she is afraid that she won't be able to get up today."
Zhao Pei changed her clothes and sat down in front of the dressing table, mumbling: "Last night... What happened last night? Why can't I remember anything?" It seemed that there were some fragmented fragments, including Xiao Tong's gentle face and cold words, dim lights, empty stairs, spicy liquor, swaying figures... Her heart ached, but she stared at the face in the mirror without saying a word. Why? Why couldn't she get his favor
"How did I get back yesterday?" She suddenly thought of this question. She seemed to have been unconscious at that time.
Ruhua seemed to have thought of something and laughed: "Miss, do you really not remember anything?"
She said slowly: "It was the Seventh Prince who sent the young lady back yesterday. Young lady, you didn't see how you looked at that time. You hugged the Seventh Prince's waist tightly and didn't let him leave. The Seventh Prince couldn't help but listen to the weird things you said. Didn't you see that the master's beard was almost falling off with anger!" Thinking of how you looked at that time, she couldn't help but lower her head and laugh.
Zhao Pei's head buzzed. Xiao Yi? How did she meet him? What did she do
"What did I say?" she asked tremblingly.
"Hmm, Ruhua doesn't understand the flowery words." She looked sideways and thought for a long time, "It seems that there is something... in my heart... something... that cannot be..."
“My heart is not stone, so it cannot be turned. My heart is not mat, so it cannot be rolled up…” Zhao Pei recited these two words calmly.
"Yes, yes. Those are the two sentences. Ruhua didn't know what they meant. But the Seventh Prince's face looked very unhappy at that time." Ruhua said.
Zhao Pei wailed and jumped up from her seat, crawled back into the quilt, covered her head tightly and said in a muffled voice: "I have a headache, I want to sleep a little longer. Don't bother me!" She thought it was over, her reputation was ruined. (To be continued)