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He raised his glass with a serious expression. “I wish you all the best.”
Pei Zhi smiled and downed the second glass.
He moved his chair closer to the bonfire with them and chatted while barbecuing.
A moment later, the fragrance of grilled meat spread.
“Qian Yue.” Zhou Yanshen, who was flipping the skewers, narrowed his eyes at the smoke. “Do you eat meat?”
“I grew up in Lin City. I don’t have those taboos.”
“Then try this.”
Qian Yue bit into a piece of pork belly and savored the fragrance. “It tastes good.”
“What else do you want to eat?”
“Nothing for now.” She handed him a tissue to wipe the oil off his hands. “You eat too.”
Chu Yuzhou happened to see their interaction.
“I suddenly realized.” He quickly swallowed the beef in his mouth and continued, “You two are quite compatible.”
boxn ov el. c o mPei Yilan looked at them with a face as red as the setting sun and added, “You two can try to get to know each other better.”
“Did you drink too much?” Chu Yuzhou asked out of concern.
“No, not at all.”
“Your face is especially red.”
Pei Yilan took out a mirror to take a look.
She refused to admit that she was drunk. “I’m like Chu Yuzhou. I get flushed easily but it doesn’t mean I’m drunk.”
“Cut it out.” Chu Yuzhou threw away the skewer.
He leaned closer to look at her blurry eyes. “If you’re not drunk, I’ll take your surname.”
“I’m really not drunk.” Pei Yilan picked up the wine bottle and said with cockiness, “If you don’t believe me, let’s compete.”
“It’s boring to just drink.”
“Then let’s play games.”
Chu Yuzhou called everyone to join.
After three rounds, Pei Yilan was still sober, but Lin Jiao was a little drunk.
“Uncle.” She grabbed Pei Zhi’s collar and sat between his knees. “I want to eat corn.”
Pei Zhi delivered it to her mouth.
He lowered his eyes and watched her chew the corn one by one. He asked gently, “Are you sleepy?”
“I’m not sleepy.” She was just hungry.
Lin Jiao ate three skewers of vegetables and finally felt full. “Wipe my mouth.”
“I did.”
“I didn’t notice it.”
Pei Zhi could only wipe it again.
He deliberately slowed down so that she could see the tissue on her lips. “Don’t drink so much next time.”
“Got it.” Lin Jiao looked up at him, her clear eyes seeming to be filled with stars.
She was so obedient that Pei Zhi wanted to bully her.
He touched his forehead with hers, his breath fragrant with wine. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to help myself.”
Lin Jiao nodded slowly, not quite understanding what he meant.
She sat up straight and looked at the others. “Who lost?”
“Qu Shao.”
“Is his alcohol tolerance good?”
“It depends on who he’s competing with.” Pei Zhi hugged her waist tightly and pulled her closer to him.
He raised an eyebrow. “You still want to drink?”
132 You Two Are Compatible
He raised his glass with a serious expression. “I wish you all the best.”
Pei Zhi smiled and downed the second glass.
He moved his chair closer to the bonfire with them and chatted while barbecuing.
A moment later, the fragrance of grilled meat spread.
“Qian Yue.” Zhou Yanshen, who was flipping the skewers, narrowed his eyes at the smoke. “Do you eat meat?”
“I grew up in Lin City. I don’t have those taboos.”
“Then try this.”
Qian Yue bit into a piece of pork belly and savored the fragrance. “It tastes good.”
“What else do you want to eat?”
“Nothing for now.” She handed him a tissue to wipe the oil off his hands. “You eat too.”
Chu Yuzhou happened to see their interaction.
“I suddenly realized.” He quickly swallowed the beef in his mouth and continued, “You two are quite compatible.”
boxn ov el. c o mPei Yilan looked at them with a face as red as the setting sun and added, “You two can try to get to know each other better.”
“Did you drink too much?” Chu Yuzhou asked out of concern.
“No, not at all.”
“Your face is especially red.”
Pei Yilan took out a mirror to take a look.
She refused to admit that she was drunk. “I’m like Chu Yuzhou. I get flushed easily but it doesn’t mean I’m drunk.”
“Cut it out.” Chu Yuzhou threw away the skewer.
He leaned closer to look at her blurry eyes. “If you’re not drunk, I’ll take your surname.”
“I’m really not drunk.” Pei Yilan picked up the wine bottle and said with cockiness, “If you don’t believe me, let’s compete.”
“It’s boring to just drink.”
“Then let’s play games.”
Chu Yuzhou called everyone to join.
After three rounds, Pei Yilan was still sober, but Lin Jiao was a little drunk.
“Uncle.” She grabbed Pei Zhi’s collar and sat between his knees. “I want to eat corn.”
Pei Zhi delivered it to her mouth.
He lowered his eyes and watched her chew the corn one by one. He asked gently, “Are you sleepy?”
“I’m not sleepy.” She was just hungry.
Lin Jiao ate three skewers of vegetables and finally felt full. “Wipe my mouth.”
“I did.”
“I didn’t notice it.”
Pei Zhi could only wipe it again.
He deliberately slowed down so that she could see the tissue on her lips. “Don’t drink so much next time.”
“Got it.” Lin Jiao looked up at him, her clear eyes seeming to be filled with stars.
She was so obedient that Pei Zhi wanted to bully her.
He touched his forehead with hers, his breath fragrant with wine. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to help myself.”
Lin Jiao nodded slowly, not quite understanding what he meant.
She sat up straight and looked at the others. “Who lost?”
“Qu Shao.”
“Is his alcohol tolerance good?”
“It depends on who he’s competing with.” Pei Zhi hugged her waist tightly and pulled her closer to him.
He raised an eyebrow. “You still want to drink?”
