Chapter 32

Sure enough, what Zixiu had been worrying about finally set in. By the time the party was over at around ten o’clock in the evening, Nangong Du was as drunk as a dog, just like he had done on their wedding day. He staggered forward and got into the sedan with the help of two guards.

The prince and the ‘princess’ were supposed to come in separate sedans, but as the empress dowager didn’t feel assured to leave her son alone, she asked her ‘daughter-in-law’ to take care of him in the same sedan. Poor Zixiu!

Not daring to disobey the empress dowager’s command, Zixiu got into the sedan obediently.

In the spacious, luxurious sedan, which was lit up by the glow of a luminous stone, Nangong Du was lying still on the soft couch on his side with his eyes closed as if he wasn’t aware of anyone coming in at all.

Zixiu wasn’t naive enough to think that the pervert had fallen asleep. Moreover, asleep or awake, a wolf wouldn’t change its nature! He then cautiously sat down on the soft couch by the door. He watched Nangong Du’s every move intently as if it were a formidable enemy in front of him. Zixiu swore to himself that if this asshole dared force himself on him again, he would hop out of the sedan even at the cost of his life!

After a while on their way, Nangong Du suddenly sat up with one hand covering his stomach and the other covering his mouth. “Urgh—” “Gosh! Is he going to vomit?” Zixiu instantly lost his composure.

“Spittoon!” This word suddenly popped into Zixiu’s mind for no reason. “Where’s the spittoon?” He scanned around and even bent down on the carpet, craning his neck to look under the soft couch, but still found nothing.

“It’s urgent! For God’s sake, what should I do?”

Like a cat on hot bricks, Zixiu paced about in the sedan. Seeing that Nangong Du might throw up at any time, he couldn’t help muttering, “How come you drank so much with almost zero tolerance for liquor! How come you…”

When Zixiu was complaining in a panic, he suddenly caught sight of the teapot on the table.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately picked up the delicate teapot and moved it to Nangong Du’s lips.

Until then did he realize that he had been had!

As soon as Zixiu removed the lid of the teapot and before he could tell what was happening, Nangong Du suddenly snapped him by the wrists.

With a shake of his hands, the fine fragile porcelain fell to the floor.

Thump!

Unexpectedly, after a faint, dull thud, only the lid fell to the floor and the teapot had already been firmly caught by Nangogn Du. Moreover, as the floor was carpeted, the lid wasn’t broken.

“How could he be so quick?”

Zixiu didn’t notice when Nangong Du had reached out. At this point, in his widened eyes, there was only the fleeting crafty, enchanting smile of this pervert.

As if his body had been nailed to the ground and his brain was on strike, Zixiu had forgotten his vow of throwing himself out of the sedan in case of danger, and he was so shocked that he couldn’t move at all.

Nangong Du narrowed his enchanting eyes slightly while staring at Zixiu, seemingly half-drunk. To be precise, he was fixing his gaze on Zixiu’s rose-like inviting lips, the color of which was not scarlet, stained with poison, but bright red stimulated with chilies. Though he was surprised that Zixiu was used to spicy food, anyway, he had achieved his purpose!

At the thought of this, he couldn’t help curving his lips into a smug smile, which as far as Zixiu was concerned, was not a good sign!

“Darling!” Muttering the ambiguous address which didn’t belong to Zixiu, Nangong Du slowly leaned forward in an obvious attempt to kiss him.

Zixiu was startled. However, as if having been enchanted, he stood still until Nangong Du sealed his lips gently with his.

His kiss was so gentle that it felt almost kind of aloof, like a dragonfly skimming the water; his kiss was so soft that it felt like silky fabrics upon his lips, bringing a touch of tenderness. Being in a trance for quite a while, Zixiu suddenly realized that his first kiss… Er… It seemed it wasn’t the right time to indulge himself. “So this pervert wasn’t drunk and he was just faking it?”