Chapter 67

Chapter 67

"Please, I beg you, can you not speak that way?" said Yi Qingju.

[What if you wake up sober tomorrow and kill me to silence me!?]

Qi Weiran blinked in confusion: "I won't..."

Yi Qingju: "You won't what?"

She felt his tall, straight nose nuzzling her neck, giving her goosebumps.

"Don't you like the smell of milk?" he said unconsciously, taking in the faint milky aroma from him.

Yi Qingju paused: "How old is this 'milk' granny?"

Qi Weiran's movements stopped, his sluggish brain taking a long time to respond: "A puppy's milk."

"How old is the dog?" she asked again.

Even a sober Qi Weiran would probably struggle to follow this conversation, let alone the drunk version.

So he fell silent.

Yi Qingju took the chance to try and break free from his hold: "It's late, shall we just go to sleep?"

Unexpectedly, he actually listened.

"Mm."

He let go of Yi Qingju.

As the restraint disappeared, she had just breathed a sigh of relief when an arm suddenly reached out and pulled her into an embrace.

Her vision spun.

By the time she realized what was happening, Qi Weiran had tucked her into the blanket.

[Are you a dog...still providing for others?]

The 'big dog' behind her seemed to hear it, nuzzling her even more vigorously.

Then a soft, warm sensation touched her earlobe, and his low, languid voice mumbled in her ear: "Can you tell me a story?"

Yi Qingju calmly said, "Call me 'Sister'."Findd new stories at novelhall.com

It was meant as a joke, but the very next second—

"Sister."

Yi Qingju felt a shiver run down her spine, her body jolting as if her waist had been jabbed. Her eyes widened in shock.

"You just—"

She pushed Qi Weiran away, reaching for her phone on the nightstand and turning on the voice recorder app. With shining eyes, she returned to the blanket and said enthusiastically, "Say it again."

He obliged, "Sister."

Yi Qingju laughed so hard she exposed her teeth.

She sat up groggily for a while before exclaiming "Oh shoot!" as she recalled last night's events.

Listening to the recording of "Sister," Yi Qingju's dazed mind instantly cleared, and she hugged the blanket, grinning widely for quite some time.

It wasn't until the maids knocked and entered that she managed to suppress her smile, though the corners of her mouth remained upturned all morning.

"Hello, please, where is Qi Weiran?" Yi Qingju used a translation app to ask the maids.

One replied through the app, "The prince has already had breakfast. He asked that you go straight to the airport after eating."

Yi Qingju nodded.

Taking a small piece of bread with some jam, she glanced at the empty seat in front of her.

In the spacious room filled with Zonian people who didn't speak her language, she was the only one.

After finishing her communication through the translation app, for some reason, Yi Qingju resolved to properly study foreign languages when she returned.

Wasn't improving oneself one of the reasons for making money, besides enjoyment?

...

A few flight attendants in uniform were secretly admiring the side profile of the man sitting by the window.

The morning sunlight streaming through the glass illuminated his exquisite features - long, straight eyelashes like tiny fans casting shadows beneath his eyes, sensual thin lips that seemed perfect for kissing.

He sat with his long legs crossed, an elegant and noble air surrounding him.

But the object of their attention was thinking—

Oh no no no no no no no no no no it's over it's all over.

Despite his outwardly calm and composed demeanor, Qi Weiran's mind was buzzing, the hangover headache combined with the memories from last night leaving him completely drained.

Was it too late to buy a planet and move there?

He took out his phone, but before he could unlock it, a familiar voice came from behind: "Sir, where's the dumpling? Are we leaving so soon?"

'Thud.'

Qi Weiran's phone dropped to the floor.

Yi Qingju froze for a moment.

[Did he just drop his phone? He doesn't seem to remember what happened last night.]

[Oh no, may the Jade Emperor Buddha bless that Qi Weiran absolutely does not remember, or he'll surely kill me to keep me quiet!]

Qi Weiran: I just want to strangle myself.

Waving off the flight attendants coming to help, Qi Weiran bent down to pick up his phone himself.

The moment his fingers touched it, the screen suddenly lit up on its own.

Then a time reminder popped up.

'10 days until Xiao Zhi's death anniversary'