In an instant, Ning Wanciu’s mind suddenly felt a bit hot.
Because An Yu’s behavior was really a bit too… defenseless.
She had to make her learn a lesson, make her know that people should maintain a sense of distance between each other.
Ning Wanciu thought as such.
“You need to pay attention to personal space, idiot An Yu!”
As she shouted, she reached back to wrap her arm around An Yu’s waist, and in front of the other two, hugged An Yu and flipped her over, pressing her down beneath her.
“Mm?”
In a whirl of dizziness, the Ning Wanciu beneath her was gone.
But fortunately, she wasn’t really gone—she still existed; it was just that their positions had reversed.
An Yu looked expressionlessly at Ning Wanciu pressing down on her, her amber eyes full of innocence.
Her cherry lips parted slightly, and because of the alcohol, she was constantly panting lightly.
“Ning Wanciu?”
An Yu softly called Ning Wanciu’s name.
She saw that Ning Wanciu’s face was even redder, and even a bit strange—completely different from before.
“Have you learned your lesson now…?”
Ning Wanciu stuttered a bit, her words not coming out smoothly.
She wanted to make An Yu learn a lesson, but all her actions were due to impulse.
Now, Ning Wanciu could feel the gazes from behind, burning a bit painfully.
Now not only Cheng Shimumeng, but even Huai Xiang was starting to suspect her.
Damn… what had she done?
She looked at An Yu pressed beneath her, still completely defenseless, and her heartbeat began to accelerate nonstop.
The girl beneath her had no intention of resisting her suppression at all—just purely looking at her.
Because of the drunkenness, An Yu’s face carried a slight flush, her small mouth slightly open, constantly panting, her petite chest rising and falling slightly.
“Ning Wanciu, what are you going to do?”
The An Yu beneath her tilted her head expressionlessly.
She didn’t know what Ning Wanciu was going to do, but she trusted Ning Wanciu.
It was just that she seemed more and more strange.
She didn’t know what was wrong—not only blushing, but her breathing was starting to become unsteady.
Really, not sick?
In her drunken state, An Yu started to worry about Ning Wanciu, completely not thinking about learning a lesson or anything like Ning Wanciu had intended.
Because in An Yu’s perception, Ning Wanciu represented safety—by her side, An Yu never felt worried.
She also never thought Ning Wanciu would hurt her.
So, no matter what Ning Wanciu did, An Yu would give her trust.
At this moment, Ning Wanciu seemed to realize this too—that inexplicable sense of trust made her feel like her heart was about to jump out.
Her face flushed, her eyes starting to spin.
Clearly, the one who was drunk was An Yu, yet she was the one about to faint first.
Now, because of her impulse, Ning Wanciu had instead trapped herself.
Getting up wasn’t an option, not getting up wasn’t either.
She even wanted to close her eyes, pretending nothing had happened.
Not only had the goal not been achieved, but now she was going to be suspected by her good sisters.
But An Yu didn’t know what she was thinking.
“Ning Wanciu… really sick?”
An Yu lightly parted her cherry lips, asking about Ning Wanciu’s condition.
If she was sick, then An Yu would take her to the hospital.
Looking at An Yu like this, Ning Wanciu fell silent for a moment; she subconsciously started deep breathing, calming her mood.
She couldn’t panic, couldn’t think too much.
An Yu was just An Yu; everything she did was unconscious, all because she trusted her.
So, don’t be nervous, can’t be nervous… can’t betray An Yu’s trust.
Don’t think… about anything.
“Hiss… huu…”
She blinked, her azure eyes filled with An Yu’s figure.
In this lifetime, this was the first time she had been trusted so much by someone—even Ning Dongli hadn’t been able to trust Ning Wanciu so easily.
“Huu…”
Still maintaining this position, Ning Wanciu spoke softly.
Although the position was very ambiguous, since An Yu thought it was nothing, she had to think the same.
“Really, you won’t deceive me?”
An Yu was still worried about Ning Wanciu—if she wasn’t drunk, she probably would have chosen to believe her directly.
But instead, it was this state that gave An Yu an extra bit of suspicion.
“I won’t—never will…”
Ning Wanciu’s tone was calm as she explained softly.
She had completely regained her composure.
Although it was only temporary, because after this, she still had to face questions from Cheng Shimumeng and Huai Xiang.
But for now, the only one she had to look at was An Yu.
“Really, then why is Ning Wanciu blushing?”
An Yu tilted her head; she still asked it.
Ning Wanciu was silent for a moment—she had just promised An Yu she wouldn’t deceive her, but the real situation was something Ning Wanciu couldn’t say no matter what.
“I’m just a bit hot, that’s all, An Yu.”
As if to prove something, Ning Wanciu took one of An Yu’s hands and placed it back on her face.
“See, now it’s fine—I’m very healthy… An Yu, I’m okay.”
Silently feeling Ning Wanciu’s temperature, after a while, An Yu silently nodded.
“Mm, I understand.”
It seemed indeed fine—now her face wasn’t red anymore.
Ning Wanciu said she wouldn’t deceive her, so she believed Ning Wanciu.
This was the big pillow she chose; of course she believed her.
“Then, I’ll take you to rest now.”
Ning Wanciu breathed a sigh of relief—since An Yu believed her, then it was fine.
“Mm… why?”
An Yu blinked expressionlessly—she wasn’t tired yet; why rest?
“……”
Ning Wanciu fell silent.
“An Yu, the chocolate you ate earlier had alcohol in it.”
She chose to tell An Yu the truth directly—anyway, there was nothing to hide.
“Alcohol?”
“Yes, you got drunk, so now you’re feeling a bit excited, aren’t you?”
An Yu blinked again.
Thinking about it that way, it seemed indeed so—was it because the chocolate had alcohol?
“I’ll take you to rest—it’s okay; when you wake up, everyone can still play with you.”
Ning Wanciu nodded; she hoped An Yu understood this.
Going to rest now was fine—nothing would be missed; everyone would continue to accompany her.
An Yu calmly looked at Ning Wanciu, until fine sweat started to form on her forehead.
“Okay.”
In the end, An Yu still nodded.
Anyway, when resting, the big pillow would accompany her.
Yes, An Yu’s thoughts were simple—Ning Wanciu was her pillow; of course she had to sleep with her.
“Mm, then I’ll take you to rest.”
Ning Wanciu smiled; she smoothly picked up An Yu in a princess carry, then slowly turned around.
She immediately saw Huai Xiang and Cheng Shimumeng staring at her.
Ning Wanciu’s face subconsciously flushed, but she ignored their gazes.
Instead, she chose to carry An Yu and leave directly.
First, get An Yu settled, then explain to them.
Otherwise, it would only become more troublesome.
Fortunately, Ning Wanciu had been to Cheng Shimumeng’s house and knew where the guest room was.