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Qimu pushed open the door to her room and saw a small mahogany tea table on her bed. On the table were a pot of tea, a cup, and a white jade fan.

That person's appearance was handsome, and his eyes were like peach blossoms in full bloom, yet also like a puddle of spring water, so beautiful that it would captivate one's soul.

Qimu walked slowly towards the person in the room. When she was only one step away from that person, she stopped.

Her intoxicated eyes stared straight at that person, but that person only smiled slightly and did not speak. He just let her stare and silently met her gaze.

A moment later, Qimu swallowed her saliva and hesitantly took another small step forward. Facing the person sitting on her bed, she revealed a big smile. With a pure and innocent smile, she said in a soft, intoxicated voice:

"I know you."

The person sitting on the bed had a faint smile on his face when he heard this. He still stared at her quietly and did not reply. Qimu, however, became angry when she saw this and continued:

"Why are you ignoring me? I really do know you. "

Qimu's tone paused for a moment, and with a mysterious expression, she said in a low voice:

"You are, you are that … "Monster!"

"Young master, you monster …"

Hearing this, the person sitting on the bed raised his eyebrows. After being surprised for a moment, he calmly picked up his teacup and poured tea for himself without speaking to Qimu.

Unexpectedly, before that person's teacup could even touch his light cherry lips, Qimu suddenly slapped away the teacup full of tea and glared at the innocent teacup as she viciously said:

"I told you to spoil my plans, where are you going!?" I didn't call for you, so you're not allowed to get up! Do you know?! "

Qimu's face instantly changed as she looked at the person in front of her with a smile. She extended a slender finger and lifted that person's chin. Qimu's eyes were misty with drunkenness, yet her eyes were focused on that person's handsome face.

"Oh, look at this pretty boy. He's so handsome, especially his eyes. They are the purest of peach blossom eyes. He doesn't laugh, but they also contain feelings. He truly is extremely beautiful."

"In the future, if I had a baby, I would be able to look just like you …"

Young Master Jing, who was sitting on the bed, saw Qimu's actions become more and more outrageous. A trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes as he slightly parted his lips and said:

"You're drunk."

"What are you getting drunk for, I'm not!"

Qimu glared at Young Master Jing, growled once, pursed her lips and muttered:

"Go away, don't hinder my interest in seeing a beautiful man …"

After he had finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch the face of the man in front of him.

"Her eyebrows are nice to look at. Her eyes are even better. Her eyelashes are long and perky. Male students' eyelashes are even more beautiful than female students. Is there still any justice in the world?!"

"This nose is really high, did he go to Korea to make it?" "Your skin is fine and healthy …"

Young Master Jing looked at Qimu's drunk attitude with a fixed smile on his lips, but it betrayed his inner feelings. Seeing Qimu's satisfied expression after touching his face, his usually clear and wise eyes were already half-closed, as if she was enjoying something good.

What did they think of him?

Moreover, this girl was actually still continuing. Her fingers had already lightly touched his sexy adam's apple, teasing him lightly. Coupled with the faint blush on her cheeks, Young Master Jing's adam's apple moved slightly, while his eyes gradually turned cold.

If he didn't know that she was still young, he would probably think that she was doing this on purpose …

Young Master Jing held on to Qimu's slender wrist expressionlessly, no longer letting her continue. Qimu was confused and felt that her actions had been restricted. Anger started to rise in her heart. She started threatening Young Master Jing's handsome face:

"Let go!"

"Are you letting go?!"

"If you don't let go, I'll hit you!"

"Hurry up and let go, I'm really going to hit someone!" "You prodigal son!"

"..."

Young Master Jing stared at the girl in front of him who was shouting for him to kill. A trace of helplessness flashed across his brows as he thought:

"Is he coming tonight? "Why does this lady seem like a completely different person when she's drunk? She's a talented and talented student during the day, but she's like this at night …"

While Young Master Jing was deep in thought, Qimu could no longer hold it in. She pursed her lips, raised her head, and said to Young Master Jing condescendingly:

"You really don't know your place. Are you really not going to let go?"

Young Master Jing glanced at her and saw that she was drunk. He said lightly:

"Not letting go."

When Qimu heard this, she no longer struggled with her wrist. Instead, her eyes suddenly lit up and let out a few stifled laughs, looking just like a cunning merchant.

Young Master Jing was confused when he saw the person in front of him lean towards him. He closed his eyes and his crimson face showed an expression that said he would rather die. For a moment, he was stunned.

An instant later, she naturally kissed his lips.

Young Master Jing's handsome face had turned completely cold at this moment. However, his ears started to slightly turn red as he felt something flash past the depths of Qimu's beautiful peach blossom eyes through the thin surface of the fan and Qimu's soft and lovely lips.

"Why is it so cold?"

Qimu frowned slightly. She still closed her eyes with little effort. Her mumbling tone carried a strong sense of coquettishness, but the meaning of her words were not very happy.

"It's still slippery …"

With one hand holding the fan, the young man blocked Qimu and used the other to retrieve the teacup that Qimu had thrown out. With the other hand, the young man held the fan in front of Qimu and blocked Qimu.

"Hmm? "That's not right …"

Half a day later, Qimu, who was having a good time, finally realized what she was kissing. It was cold and slippery, with some stumbling movements … She hazily opened her eyes. Through the thin surface of the fan, she saw Young Master Jing's heart moving smile.

The smile on his lips was always extremely faint, yet it seemed like a faint smile, yet it was even more captivating.

The pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with a smile, and the corners of her eyes that were slightly raised had a myriad of unclear coquettish feelings.

At this moment, the beautiful youth that looked like the noblest god had a pure and dazzling smile and a trace of seductive ridicule in his eyes. The sight of it caused Qimu, who was still hazy, to be slightly dazed.

"Are you awake?"

Young Master Jing closed the white glass fan without any hesitation and lightly tapped on Qimu's head with the edge of the fan.

His clear voice was filled with an enchanting charm. Qimu felt extremely comfortable in her heart. With such a voice, it was actually enough to mesmerize thousands of young girls. Qimu, who had lost her rationality, was no exception.

"He woke up."

Qimu smiled and stared at Young Master Jing as she replied obediently. If it wasn't for the fact that her eyes were still hazy, no one would have been able to tell that she was still sober.

"I'll take you to the roof to see the moon, will you?"

The smile on Young Master Jing's face deepened when he heard Qimu's rare response. As his eyes moved, his extremely handsome appearance became even more obvious. Holding Qimu's hand, he asked gently.

If it were not for the clarity and calm in his eyes, no one would have noticed him. His gentleness now was only to coax the 'ignorant girl'.

"Alright."

Seeing Qimu nod, Young Master Jing held her hand and pulled her into his embrace with a little force. He picked up the tea he poured on the tea table and brought it to Qimu's lips.

That was the Spirit-Sobering Tea that he specially brewed. It was extremely effective against alcohol and it did not cause any harm to the human body. Of course, that was when the tea was hot and cold … She was responsible, and he was not responsible.

Qimu had been playing around for a long time, but her exhaustion had slowly returned. Coincidentally, she had a warm and firm chest by her side. She rubbed it against her chest, feeling very comfortable.

But when she saw that the cup of tea Young Master Jing was carrying was almost touching her lips, Qimu decisively turned her head and buried her head into Young Master Jing's chest, protesting in a low voice:

"I don't want any water."

Young Master Jing was helpless. Facing the childish Qimu, he really wanted to push her away and leave.

Even though she was still too young, she looked like a child. He was a few years older than her, and with the two teachers Zhou and Liu preaching at her, he had no choice but to accept her more than a little.

Around that time, this girl was also very young. As a younger sister, she could just be coaxing and spoiling the little girl.

"This isn't water, it's very sweet sugar water. Try it."

Young Master Jing said patiently.

"Sweet? Sugar water? "

"Mm, you try it."

"Fine."

"You liar, it's so bitter! So bitter! "You're so good-looking, how could you lie?!"

Tears started to flow from Qimu's clear and pure eyes as she asked pitifully.

"It's sweet. If you try it again, it will be sweet. A good-looking person wouldn't lie."

Young Master Jing nodded without changing his expression and said affirmatively.

"No."

"If you don't drink, I'll go see the moon by myself. You stay in the house by yourself."

Young Master Jing threatened with a light tone and a bright smile.

"I don't want to be alone."

"Then drink a little more."

"Alright."

"Will you take me with you?"

"Yes."

"..."

Seeing that Qimu had finished her hangover tea, Young Master Jing smiled. This smile was even brighter than the lake light. He leaned over and put his arm around Qimu's slim waist, saying:

"Hold tight."

Seeing Qimu nod excitedly like she was pounding garlic, Young Master Jing tapped the ground lightly with the tip of his foot and activated his internal energy. Like a swan in the sky, he leaped out of the open window with a light body.