Yu Jingchen carried Nan Zhiyun back to the temporary palace, but perhaps because Nan Zhiyun was heavily intoxicated, she kept squirming.
"I want to walk myself!" Nan Zhiyun struggled against Yu Jingchen.
Seeing her flailing so wildly, Yu Jingchen had no choice but to put her down.
"Be careful, or you'll deserve it if you fall. See who'll care about you then." Yu Jingchen supported Nan Zhiyun, who was wobbling precariously. He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, Nan Zhiyun might fall.
"I can do it!" Nan Zhiyun raised her hand, giving the impression that she was about to embark on a grand endeavor.
Xing Lai and Qian Xia, leading people behind them, dared not approach. If anything were to go wrong, they wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility.
"Don't support me... I won't fall!" Nan Zhiyun broke free from Yu Jingchen's grasp. Yu Jingchen watched her from behind, seeing her unsteady stance with a hint of helplessness. Why did it feel a little different from the last time she got drunk?
Nan Zhiyun attempted to walk out on her own, but her skirt was too long. She took a step and nearly tripped, luckily Yu Jingchen was watching from behind.
"Hateful!" Nan Zhiyun grew angry. This outfit was too inconvenient to wear, and she had almost tripped herself. kuAiδugg
"I don't want it!" Nan Zhiyun said furiously, which amused Yu Jingchen. Her cheeks were puffed out, flushed red from the alcohol, making her look incredibly cute.
As she spoke, Nan Zhiyun began to undress. Yu Jingchen was startled by her actions.
"Yun'er," Yu Jingchen tried to stop her, but Nan Zhiyun had made up her mind, and no one could stop her now.
"Don't take it off, we're outside, and it's cold." Yu Jingchen quickly pulled Nan Zhiyun's hands away.
"No! It's tripping me!" Nan Zhiyun became childish.
Before Yu Jingchen could even react, he saw Nan Zhiyun take off her outer robe. Yu Jingchen felt a throbbing pain in his temple.
"Nan Zhiyun!" Yu Jingchen's voice rose a few decibels. He then pulled her into his arms, "Put it back on!" he said, helping her put it back on with a somewhat "rough" manner.
Nan Zhiyun looked at Yu Jingchen blankly. Yu Jingchen watched her, and the next moment he saw her expression instantly turn to one of grievance. Her lips pouted, and she looked on the verge of tears.
"You yelled at me..." Nan Zhiyun said pitifully, as if she were about to cry.
Yu Jingchen: "..."
He pressed his forehead. "When did I yell at you? And you're feeling wronged?" Yu Jingchen softened his voice.
"Good girl, it's on now. Shall we go back to the palace?" Yu Jingchen coaxed her. Little did he know, Nan Zhiyun's mood changed again. She looked at Yu Jingchen and asked, "Am I beautiful?"
Hearing her words, Yu Jingchen could only indulge her. "Beautiful, you're the most beautiful. Let's go back first." All he wanted now was to get her back safely.
"Hehe... Beautiful, am I more beautiful than flowers?" Nan Zhiyun, held in Yu Jingchen's arms, was somewhat unsteady.
"Yes, yes, more beautiful than flowers." Yu Jingchen, no longer wanting to argue, pulled Nan Zhiyun and tried to take her back.
Nan Zhiyun's pull made Yu Jingchen stumble. Her skirt was truly a hindrance. Nan Zhiyun suddenly yanked her hand away from Yu Jingchen, then swiftly took off her outer robe and threw it on the ground.
Yu Jingchen's head ached. Before he could say anything, he saw Nan Zhiyun quickly remove all her hair ornaments.