Feng Wuya wanted to drink again.
This time, Chu Qianli resolutely refused.
If he drank any more, his body wouldn't be able to take it.
She asked, "Do you feel indebted to her? Because she ruined her appearance for you?"
A shadow flickered in Feng Wuya's eyes.
"What if her face could be healed? Would you feel less guilty then?"
"If her face can be healed, that would be a good thing. I would naturally be happy, it has nothing to do with guilt."
Chu Qianli nodded and smiled, "I can heal her face… Since I've said so, can you be a little happier?"
Feng Wuya was happy, his eyes even sparkled.
But he was too drunk now, he didn't even have the strength to be excited.
"But why do I see you still troubled? Is it that even healing her face isn't enough? Do you still feel indebted to her?"
Chu Qianli tilted her head, observing his expression. "Besides indebtedness, what other feelings do you have for her?"
"I'm angry…" But at what? He himself didn't know.
"Tell me, I'm listening. Why are you angry?"
Despite Feng Wuya being twenty-two years old, in Chu Qianli's eyes, he was clearly still a child who hadn't fully matured.
He understood nothing about emotions.
Believe it or not, if she gave Long Xinghe some advice, she could definitely win him over.
A forceful advance would do it. This guy had a strong sense of possessiveness; if a powerful woman took him, perhaps he wouldn't dare to think of others.
But if he truly didn't want this woman, he would probably kill her first and then commit suicide.
Alas, these ancient chaste men, she didn't know whether to call him foolish or cute.
Feng Wuya was seriously pondering her question.
Why was he angry?
"She… she didn't react at all when she saw Feifei and me being close."
"You wanted to see her get angry?"
"Shouldn't she be angry? She said she likes me, so why isn't she angry if she likes me?"
Feng Wuya was conflicted.
When Long Xinghe said she liked him, he only wanted to escape.
But these days, Long Xinghe was indifferent towards him, even ignoring him at times, not looking at him for an entire day.
For some reason, he felt unhappy.
It was as if he had lost something.
"It's like when you're given candy, you find it too sweet, but when you're not given any, you crave it!"
Chu Qianli really wanted to roll her eyes at him.
However, for someone who had never experienced emotions, what could you expect him to understand?
Confused children always needed to go through some experiences for their minds to grow.
Feng Wuya suddenly lowered his head, almost rolling off the stone bench.
Chu Qianli steadied him. His clothes felt cool and smooth; the outside temperature was truly low.
She softly called out, "Wuya?"
Feng Wuya opened his eyes, glanced at her, his eyes, clouded with a misty aura, slowly closed again.
His alcohol tolerance was poor, and he wanted to sleep.
"Don't sleep yet. Sleep after we get back to your room. If you fall asleep here, I won't be able to carry you."
Chu Qianli supported him. Fortunately, Feng Wuya still had some awareness and knew to follow her.
However, as she was about to escort him back to his room, Chu Qianli's mind suddenly changed, and she continued to lead him forward.
They walked past the corridor, through the archway, and then pushed open the door to one of the rooms.
"I'm not eating, don't disturb me."
Inside, Long Xinghe was still diligently crafting what she wanted.
Looking at her back, tall and slender, she exuded absolute security.
Yes, actually, they were quite a good match.
Chu Qianli's lips curved into a smile. "I've brought you a man to warm your bed, do you want him?"