The B*tch Arrives

He stared at Qiao Xi's red lips for a long time before leaning over slightly. He deliberately lowered his voice with a hint of coaxing. "I can make the soup not bitter. Do you want to test it out?"

Qiao Xi's brain that was numbed by the alcohol slowly churned. "Are you… saying the truth?"

"Of course, it's true." Gu Zheng did not have the slightest intention of deceiving a drunkard. He pointed at his lips and said righteously, "One kiss, and you'll be able to drink sweet hangover soup."

Qiao Xi grunted. "Liar."

After getting drunk, Qiao Xi had lost her sharp edges and become especially cute. Gu Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed. He grabbed the hangover soup and gulped it down before pressing his lips against Qiao Xi's without any warning.

He could taste the lingering alcohol mixed with the sweetness of the hangover soup.