Outside the main hall, Shi Su was carried in Jing Jihan’s arms as they walked a few steps out. The late autumn breeze blew, and the alcohol fully went to her head. Her head rested on the man’s shoulder, her whole body leaning against him, eyes closed, mumbling: "I really can still drink... I..." Jing Jihan adjusted her coat and looked down at her. "Ji...Ji Han..." Shi Su suddenly raised her hand, poking his chin with her finger, her face flushed with drunkenness, squinting: "I... I tell you... You are really too... ugh..." Shi Su suddenly retched, turning her head towards the ground as if to vomit. Jing Jihan set her down, helped her to the lawn beside the Jing Family’s garden. Shi Su staggered unsteadily, half her body leaning on him, head tilted as she retched at the ground for quite a while but couldn’t vomit anything, finally wiping her clean mouth with her hand, letting out a long, forceful sigh: "Ah...so comfortable..." Unable to vomit anything, it was unclear what she found comforting. Shi Su suddenly turned her head, with a playful smile reaching out to poke his chin again: "Hehe...hic..." Jing Jihan bent down, intending to pick her up again. Shi Su instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his neck first, causing her face to brush against his cheek as he lifted her horizontally, her lips unintentionally grazing against his face while trying to speak. After being picked up, she contentedly hugged the man’s neck, giggling: "Did you hear them? They said I...hic...am a treasure-level artist...future...in decades...when I’m old...I’ll...I’ll..." Looking down at her for a moment, Jing Jihan said: "In your current state, if someone were to take a casual photo, your dream of being an artist would be shattered." He watched her for a while; Shi Su leaned her head on his shoulder, muttering words that were already unclear. Jing Jihan sighed slightly, carrying her to a three-story Chinese-style villa in the back garden of the Jing Family old house. Hui had already brewed some hangover tea and rushed over. Upon reaching the second floor, she saw Jing Jihan carrying Shi Su into the bedroom and quickly helped to open the quilt on the bed. Jing Jihan placed Shi Su on the bed while hearing Hui say: "Oh dear, drinking so much, when she wakes up, the headache and stomach will surely hurt. I’ll think of a way to get her to drink the hangover tea. Mr. Jing, you should return to the main hall to see the guests off, and leave this to me." Lying on the bed, Shi Su didn’t settle down, constantly reaching down to tug at her neckline. Although the clothes she changed into today were pretty, lying in the warm room made her feel stuffy, combined with the effects of the alcohol, she was vexingly hot, increasingly frequently tugging at her neckline. Her collarbone was occasionally exposed beside her fingers, unaware of the unfamiliar environment around her and the man in the room. Had the clothes been easier to remove, she would have wanted to strip clean and roll around the bed. Jing Jihan temporarily handed Shi Su over to Hui, turned to the adjacent bedroom to take a shower, changing out of the shirt heavily scented with alcohol, and once back in the main hall, few guests remained. He casually chatted with several old acquaintances of the Jing Family, then courteously sent them off on behalf of the master. When he returned to the bedroom, Shi Su had been taken by Hui to the bathroom for a shower, her hair still damp, wearing a bathrobe Hui found for her, lying on the bed in a state of oblivion to the world. "Mr. Jing," Hui approached when she saw him return, saying: "Miss Shi Su mentioned feeling hot and wanting a shower, so I helped her to the bathroom for a quick wash. There were no suitable clothes for her here, so I gave her a spare bathrobe to wear. I’ll take her clothes to dry-clean now, and they should be ready for her to wear by morning." "Oh right, she’s already had the hangover tea. Miss Shi Su was quite guarded; she doesn’t know me, and at first refused to drink when she saw me after waking up. It took several times of explaining that this is the Jing Family and that I am Mr. Jing’s servant for her to drink suspiciously." Hui recalled Shi Su’s drunken yet wary glare at her earlier, finding it amusing. Jing Jihan nodded slightly: "Hui, go ahead with your tasks." "Okay." Hui nodded to Jing Jihan, went to the door to leave, but suddenly remembered something, glanced at the bed where Shi Su’s hair hadn’t been dried, and seeing Mr. Jing seemingly planning to let Miss Shi Su sleep directly in his bedroom, Hui chuckled again, thoughtfully closing the door securely. Hearing the door close, Jing Jihan didn’t turn around; he walked to the bed, seeing Shi Su lying flat yet uncomfortable with her head tilted due to wet hair. The hairdryer Hui just brought was left on the bedside table, unused. Shi Su smacked her lips in sleep before suddenly turning her head to this side. Jing Jihan leaned over, brushing her damp hair to one side. Shi Su frowned, raising her hand to push his hand away: "Don’t touch..." His fingers felt the cool damp hair, Jing Jihan withdrew his hand and directly grabbed the hairdryer to dry her hair. The silent hairdryer didn’t make much noise, the warm air softly blowing through her hair. Shi Su shifted but was held firmly by his single hand, stopping her from moving around. When she turned her head, he conveniently brushed the hair trapped under her neck to the side, making it easier to dry. As the warm air blew against her neck, Shi Su felt warm and wanted to shake her hand to bat it away, but was still held down. She grumbled unhappily, suddenly opened her eyes, glaring at the man bending over the bed drying her hair, and angrily reached out to grab his wrist. "Stay quiet, don’t fuss." Jing Jihan effortlessly avoided her restless hands. Shi Su resisted, turning her head away from the warm air on her neck: "Don’t dry, it’s hot!" "I don’t want, I don’t want to dry..." Shi Su suddenly rolled over on the bed to dodge to the other side. Jing Jihan didn’t expect her to be so cheeky, rolling directly to that side, calmly leaned over to catch her back, while Shi Su smugly turned her head to make faces at him: "You can’t catch me, can’t catch me!" "..." Read complete versıon only at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Such a childish little drunkard. Yet Shi Su was promptly captured by him, he held her down and finished drying her hair. Shi Su irritably shook her hair, finally released, left to nervously sit on the bed, her hair in a mess like a crazy person, glaring through her disheveled locks at the man putting away the hairdryer.