Chapter 55 : Clingy Qianqian

Mu Qianqian, drunk and feeling like her thoughts were on a roller coaster, was completely unaware of her precarious situation. She mumbled“Hmm, Mr… even though you’re not good-looking, I-I don’t mind you.”

She blinked her obsidian-like eyes and let out a soft, drunken burp.

Sitting on Fu Sichan’s lap, she held his face with both hands, molding it into various shapes.

She seemed to have found a cherished toy, playing with it endlessly.

“So much fun…”

No one had ever dared to be so audacious in front of Fu Sichan.

Fu Sichan’s face darkened, and he coldly brushed her hands away.

“Behave.”

“That hurts so much.” Mu Qianqian bit her lower lip and said with a pitiful tone.

Fu Sichan looked down and saw a red mark on the back of her delicate white hand.

He had only lightly patted her, so how did it leave a red mark?

Why was the girl’s skin so tender?

Frowning, Fu Sichan took her wrist and gently rubbed it.

“Mr, blow on it,” Mu Qianqian said, presenting her wrist to him.

Her hand was fragrant and soft, as if it had been soaked in petal water.

Fu Sichan’s brow twitched.

His expression darkened, but unable to resist Mu Qianqian’s pleading, he coldly blew on it twice.

“Is it better now?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Mu Qianqian grinned and lay in his arms, giggling like a fool.

“It’s getting late, I’ll take you back to your room to rest.”

But Mu Qianqian clung to him with her hands and feet, hanging onto him and refusing to let go.

Fu Sichan took a deep breath and lifted her up like a child.

Mu Qianqian felt that her vision was suddenly elevated and she was extremely surprised.

“Wow, I’ve grown taller. Mr. I’m so tall now that I’m almost touching the ceiling.”

Fu Sichan was speechless.

Forget it, he doesn’t bother with drunkards.

Fu Sichan originally planned to carry Mu Qianqian back to the second bedroom, but the girl refused to get off him.

“No, Mr., please don’t leave me. I want to sleep with you.”

Fu Sichan’s eyes revealed danger, “Are you sure?”

“Mm!”

Mu Qianqian clung to his neck, nodding vigorously.

She nestled against his shoulder, her voice nasal and tears threatening to fall.

“My family doesn’t want me anymore, Mr. You can’t abandon me.”

Feeling the coolness on his neck, Fu Sichan’s heart twisted unexpectedly.

In all his years, he had never felt this way before.

“You said it yourself, don’t regret it tomorrow.”

“I won’t regret it! I absolutely won’t!” Mu Qianqian said with a smiling face.

The little girl’s mood changed quickly.

Fu Sichan curled his lips and carried her to the master bedroom.

As soon as Mu Qianqian landed on the bed in the master bedroom, she began to roll around.

“This bed is so soft and fragrant.”

Late at night, instead of sleeping, she wanted Fu Sichan to keep her company.

Fu Sichan grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back, holding them firmly.

“Go to sleep and stop moving.”

“No, I can’t sleep. Mr, tell me a story.”

Fu Sichan had never imagined that Mu Qianqian, who usually seemed quiet and well-behaved, could become so clingy when drunk.

He half-heartedly told a “once upon a time there was a mountain” story.

“I want to hear more, I want to hear more.”

Mu Qianqian was not satisfied, wriggling in his arms.

“That’s enough.”

Fu Sichan’s forehead was throbbing with veins, and his breath was shockingly hot.

His gaze was terrifying, as if he intended to devour her whole.

But… Mu Qianqian couldn’t see this.

“Mr.”

Mu Qianqian called out to him sweetly.

Fu Sichan’s hands clenched into fists, and he was close to his breaking point.

He would rather stay late at the office than coax a drunken little girl.

Just being able to see her but not have her was more than even a steel body could endure.

Fu Sichan’s eyes were bloodshot, fixed on her intensely.

“Mu Qianqian, if you don’t go to sleep, you won’t get any sleep tonight.”

Mu Qianqian blinked in confusion, “Mr, what do you mean?”

Fu Sichan grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

He turned and pressed her down.

“Little girl, are you still making trouble?”

Mu Qianqian pushed against his shoulders but couldn’t budge him at all.

She was like a little white rabbit that had wandered into the territory of a hungry wolf, weak and tempting. With the ferocious wolf king glaring at her, there was no chance of escape.

“Mr, you’re so heavy…”

The weight was making it hard for her to breathe.

Inside Fu Sichan’s mind, a voice kept shouting, urging him to abandon all reason and consume her without a second thought.

But looking at her innocent and bewildered expression, he remained indecisive.

Should he really do this before her eyes cleared up?

The girl was kind-hearted and soft-tempered; she likely wouldn’t blame him.

Yet for some reason, Fu Sichan didn’t want to take advantage of her.

After playing around for a while, Mu Qianqian finally began to feel sleepy.

“Mr, even though you’re a bit ugly and don’t have much money… *hic*… I actually quite… like you.”

The further she spoke, the quieter her voice became.

If it weren’t for Fu Sichan’s excellent hearing, he might not have caught what she said.

Forget it.

If he took advantage of her now, she might think she was taken by an unattractive man, and that would be very upsetting for her.

It’s better to wait until her senses are back to normal.

Once Mu Qianqian fell asleep, Fu Sichan grabbed her wrist and gently moved her off him.

Then he got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

The shower head sprayed out cool water, which was just right for cooling down.

…

Mu Qianqian slept for a long time.

She woke up groggily, and recalling her foolish behavior from last night, she felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.

Oh my God, if she had known her tolerance for alcohol was so bad, she wouldn’t have touched it at all.

Drunk after just one glass was one thing, but what really bothered her was that Mr. had seen her acting like a fool!

How was she supposed to face him in the future?

Footsteps were heard coming from the doorway.

Without thinking, Mu Qianqian pulled the covers over herself and hid under them.

Fu Sichan stood at the edge of the bed, staring at the lump under the covers for a while.

“Come out. Don’t you feel stuffy hiding under the covers?”

With that, he directly pulled off the covers.

It revealed Mu Qianqian’s fluffy head, and her face was flushed bright red.

It was hard to tell whether she was embarrassed or just overheated.

Seeing her timid and cute appearance, Fu Sichan was very tempted to pull her into his arms and give her a good, affectionate ruffle.

“Last night, whatever you did or said while drunk doesn’t count. I won’t take it to heart.”

Mu Qianqian weakly asked, “Really?”

“Mm. Get up quickly, or you’ll be late for your class.”

“Oh no, I forgot I have classes today.”

Mu Qianqian slapped her forehead and quickly got out of bed.

After she left, Fu Sichan looked at the mess on his bed and felt a headache coming on.

Now, his bed was filled with the lingering fragrance of the young girl, subtle but pleasant.

How was he supposed to fall asleep tonight?