Jing Li also noticed his gaze and said hurriedly, "It wasn't me who drank it!"
He wanted to climb out of the water, but his body had been softened by the hot spring and he had no strength left, so he fell back into the water.
Qin Zhao was squatting by the pool and was hit by the splashes of water. Not only were his clothes soaked, but there were also a few drops of water on his face.
He didn't hide, but looked down at Jing Li, with drops of water dripping down his delicate chin onto Jing Li's face.
Qin Zhao gently wiped away the water marks with his fingertips, his eyes deep and a little smiling: "If it wasn't you who drank it, who else could it be? Could it be a fish fry?"
Jing Li looked up at Qin Zhao, looking a little confused.
The wine in the pot was not much, and Jing Li thought he was not easily drunk. But somehow, when Qin Zhao looked at him like that, he felt his whole body begin to heat up, and he realized later that he could not stand the temperature of the spring water.
In the small room behind him, a dim candle was lit in the outer room, but the bedroom was dark.
Qin Zhao quickly glanced in the direction of the bedroom and asked in a low voice: "Is Yuzai asleep?"
"Sleep...sleep."
"Don't wake him up."
The sound of Qin Zhao entering the water was so light that it only caused shallow ripples in the water.
But when the vibration reached Jing Li, he subconsciously took a half step back, his back against the cold wall of the hot spring pool, with the other person's hot body in front of him.
The two figures became blurred in the mist.
The hot spring pools in this courtyard were specially constructed, and the temperatures of each pool were different. Jing Li had a cold body, so he picked the one with the lowest temperature. After entering the water, it was warm and pleasant, but not so hot that he would sweat.
It's quite suitable for doing something else.
Qin Zhao leaned forward slightly, pressed the man against the pool wall, and lifted his chin: "Tell me again, who drank it?"
After drinking, his perception of danger seemed to become dull. Jing Li stared into those handsome eyes and smiled: "It's not me anyway."
"Really?" Qin Zhao lowered his head, "I want to check it myself."
He kissed Jing Li's lips.
The faint sweet-scented osmanthus scent filled his lips and tongue. Qin Zhao tasted it to his satisfaction and then raised his head: "Do you know what this is called?"
Jing Li was dizzy from his kiss, still unsatisfied, and subconsciously answered: "What?"
"Drunken Fish with Osmanthus Flower."
Or I took off all my clothes by myself, and I was very mature.
Jing Li ignored his joke.
Under the influence of alcohol, he seemed to be unable to bear the teasing, and Qin Zhao never gave him a good time, which was very unbearable. But Jing Li was a fish, and fish in water should not be controlled by others.
He easily broke free from Qin Zhao's grip, turned over, switched their positions, and bit the other's shoulder.
"Dawdling." Jing Li said dissatisfiedly.
Qin Zhao was about to say something with a smile, but his expression suddenly froze. A certain little fish, relying on its drunkenness, was so bold that it actually stepped on him.
She moved her toes, as if she had discovered some secret, and whispered proudly in his ear, "I've been thinking about it for a long time."
The water flow was fluctuating more violently, and Qin Zhao hurriedly grabbed the slender ankle to stop him from moving.
"You—"
Qin Zhao didn't dare to let Jing Li do it on his own, lest he get too excited and couldn't stop. Likewise, he didn't dare to delay any longer, lest the kid wake up in the middle of the night and find his fathers weren't there.
Then there's nothing to do.
He stroked the other's ankle thoughtfully, wondering how to coax the man into changing back into a tail, when his palm suddenly slipped.
The soft tail fin brushed across his fingertips, like silk, soft and cool.
It was a completely different feeling from before.
Jing Li kissed him on the lips: "I know what you are going to say."
Qin Zhao looked up and suddenly felt that today had gone terribly wrong.
Alcohol is not a good thing.
But it's nice to have some fun occasionally.
Qin Zhao lowered his head and kissed Jing Li, his fingertips following the cold and smooth fish scales one by one, until every scale was soaked in warm spring water, and then he pushed aside the only protruding, movable scale.
The fish tail instantly wrapped around Qin Zhao's legs.
Jing Li was completely sober at that moment, but only for a moment. Before he could protest, he was swept into the depths of the undercurrent by an even more turbulent and uncontrollable wave.
…
They played foolishly until the moon was high in the sky.
At first Jing Li was worried that the servants outside the door would hear him, so he didn't dare to move or shout. He was trembling all over before he was told that when Qin Zhao came back, everyone had already been evacuated.
It's obvious that this was planned for a long time.
As for the little fish cub, the little guy finally became sensible tonight. He didn't wake up the whole night and didn't disturb them.
The result of the right time, place and people was that Jing Li almost couldn't even change his legs back in the end. He tried several times before he barely succeeded and let Qin Zhao carry him out of the water.
He pulled at the collar of his bathrobe, his fingertips numb, and complained aggrievedly: "I can't go out to play tomorrow."
Qin Zhao kissed the scales at the corners of his eyes that could not be restored, and comforted him: "They will return after a good night's sleep, don't worry."
Jing Li snorted to express his doubt.
Qin Zhao carried Jing Li back to the house and saw the food still on the table. Jing Li said, "The prefect sent this to you because he was afraid you didn't have enough to eat at the banquet tonight. It has been delayed for so long that it must have gone cold. You won't be able to eat it even if you are hungry."
Qin Zhao understood.
So this is where the wine came from.
"It's okay, I'm not hungry." He walked straight back to the bed, put Jingli on the inside of the bed, lay down on the bed himself, and hugged the baby and his father into his arms.
The kid rubbed his body in their arms and soon fell asleep peacefully again.
Qin Zhao leaned against Jing Li's forehead and whispered softly, "I'm full from eating fish."