"You... you shut up," Yan Xiyue's eyes widened, her voice stammering.
What in the world! She had covered her face, so why was she still being kissed?
Xing Yuan looked at her with a bewildered expression, her face clearly asking: Why can't I kiss you?
"Um, Xing Yuan, are you thirsty? Lie down obediently on the bed and wait for me. I'll go get you a glass of water!" Yan Xiyue stumbled away from the scene. If she had known Xing Yuan would turn into this after drinking, she shouldn't have come today.
Xing Yuan watched Yan Xiyue's retreating back. With the little brain capacity she had left, she thought carefully. In the end, she obediently lay on the bed, motionless. If she was this well-behaved, would her sister let her kiss her again later?
"Why did you come out?" Mo Yu had just finished brewing the hangover soup and was about to take it to Xing Yuan when she saw Yan Xiyue practically fleeing out. Could the drunkard inside be taking advantage of her?
"Ahem, she said she was thirsty, so I'm getting her a drink," Yan Xiyue tried to sound normal.
Fortunately, Xing Yuan didn't wear makeup, or it would be hard to explain if lipstick stains were left on her face.
Even so, Yan Xiyue's excessively flushed face made Mo Yu, who knew a little of the inside story, understand. It seemed Xing Yuan was quite fierce when drunk! She just didn't know what exactly happened.
What to do? She suddenly regretted not being there to witness the drama.
"Give her the hangover soup first! Otherwise, she won't be able to drink it after drinking water," Mo Yu didn't expose her.
"Alright, that fish! Why don't you go persuade her to drink it!" Yan Xiyue's eyes sparkled as she stared at Mo Yu. For a while, she really didn't want to see Xing Yuan.
With this sudden incident, even someone with her low emotional intelligence realized something was not quite right. Was this something ordinary friends would do? Had she done something strange that led to misunderstandings?
"But... can I go? You saw just now, she was very hostile towards me. I'm afraid my chances of success aren't high," Mo Yu refused. Even though this person was drunk, she still remembered yesterday's events!
She was afraid that if Xing Yuan saw her going in, she would beat her away. Although Mo Yu wasn't afraid of her, she didn't want to get beaten up for no reason.
"Forget it, I'll go," Yan Xiyue also thought of this and nodded with a look of grim determination.
Taking the tray from Mo Yu, she walked in with the steps of someone going to their death. So be it! She had already been kissed, what difference would a few more kisses make?
Yan Xiyue tried her best to calm down. She navigated through all the obstacles in the room and then sat by the bed, asking Xing Yuan to sit up.
Xing Yuan looked at her with expectant eyes, her intention quite obvious.
Yan Xiyue's breath hitched. She patted her burning cheeks, averted her gaze, and softly coaxed, "Be good, drink the hangover soup, and you'll feel better."
Xing Yuan shook her head, her face full of disdain for the hangover soup. She didn't want to drink this stuff!
Yan Xiyue, like coaxing a child, took out a piece of fruit candy and offered it to her. Xing Yuan quickly took it but still refused to drink.
Yan Xiyue gritted her teeth and made up her mind. She gently scooped a spoonful with the spoon and brought it to Xing Yuan's lips, coaxing, "If you drink it, I'll let you kiss me, okay?"
Xing Yuan, who had previously appeared uninterested and uncomprehending, immediately became like a cat that had smelled fish. She opened her mouth, frowned, and swallowed the hangover soup from the spoon.
As if drinking it slowly was too much, she picked up the bowl and gulped it all down.
"Good job!" Yan Xiyue quickly stuffed a candy into Xing Yuan's mouth and prepared to renege on her promise and slip away.
There was no need to be honest with a drunkard.
The next second, Yan Xiyue's wrist was tightly grasped by Xing Yuan. She gently pulled towards herself, and Yan Xiyue, losing her balance, fell downwards.
Xing Yuan caught her, but at the same time, she gently kissed her, her clear eyes reflecting only her.
Finally, Yan Xiyue managed to coax Xing Yuan to sleep. She fled the room, locked Xing Yuan's door, and returned home with Mo Yu.
That night, Yan Xiyue lay in bed, her mind incredibly excited, but her expression looked like she had given up on life. She covered her head with the quilt, trying to calm herself down this way. Why was it that every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Xing Yuan kissing her today?
This had never happened before. Could it be because her first kiss was stolen by a girl in such a situation? Yan Xiyue couldn't understand, but she was deeply shocked.
In the middle of the night, Xing Yuan woke up groggily. Her eyes immediately noticed the bowl placed on the table. The memories of her hangover were slowly returning.
A smile flickered in her eyes. So it wasn't a dream?
Although both the occasion and the timing were not quite right, Xing Yuan was still delighted. She had successfully "stamped" her sister. From now on, her sister was hers.
Moreover, although her sister's reaction was intense, she wasn't that resistant. If it came to it, Xing Yuan felt she could accept a secret relationship.
The next day, Xing Yuan brought a sumptuous breakfast to the classroom.
"Desk mate, I drank too much yesterday. I think I saw you in a daze, and when I woke up, I saw a bowl on the table. But sometimes when I drink too much, I tend to black out. Did I do anything excessive yesterday?" Xing Yuan cautiously tested Yan Xiyue's attitude.
"No!" Yan Xiyue answered very firmly. If one ignored her trembling hands from nervousness, Xing Yuan might have actually believed her.
"Oh, that's good," Xing Yuan smiled, pretending to be clueless.
"By the way, why did you drink so much yesterday? Were you in a bad mood?" Yan Xiyue asked with concern.
"How could I be? I just had some drinks with a few friends. They went a bit crazy and were taken back. The messy state of my house was their doing. I drank a bit more afterward and, for some reason, ended up drinking too much."
Xing Yuan, with a straight face, blamed it on friends who didn't exist. Her image in her sister's heart was not to be challenged.
"I see!" Yan Xiyue nodded, and then there was no more.
Today, Yan Xiyue couldn't help but think of yesterday whenever she saw Xing Yuan. For her own sake and for others', she needed to calm down. For example, how should she treat this good friend now?