Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 92: When it's time to shoot

An Zihao felt as if a raging flame had been stuck in his throat. He slowly took off the black frame on Gu Qianyi's face, and he couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw her flushed face.

She drank in his body, why was she still drunk when she returned to her body?
An Zihao glanced at the fragments on the ground. To him, those wines were not worth mentioning at all, but he was an idiot... Could it be that drunk not only the body but also the soul?
"Well, I'm thirsty, I want, I want to drink water." Gu Qianyi's eyes opened again, and the drunken eyes were full of confusion.

An Zihao endured the discomfort in his body and looked around: "Idiot, there is no water here. Are you feeling better? Let's go back."

Gu Qianyi wrapped her hands around An Zihao's neck and shook her head, kicking her legs wildly: "I won't go back, I won't go back, I don't want to go back. They are all bullying me. If my parents were here, they would definitely not Someone bullied me."

Hearing Gu Qianyi's words, An Zihao stretched out his hand and touched the top of her head, his movements were unfamiliar but extremely gentle: "Idiot, take off the mask, and cry well."

Gu Qianyi looked at An Zihao with dazed eyes, big and stylish eyes gleaming with crystal clear teardrops, which hurt An Zihao's eyes.

An Zihao sighed faintly, took Gu Qianyi lightly with his hand, and firmly pressed her into his arms: "Idiot, don't be so weak, you have to do it when it's time to do it."

Gu Qianyi kept waving her hands in the air, and she broke free from An Zihao's embrace, breathing heavily, her drunken face full of doubts.

"You, who are you? Why, why are you in the body of the poisonous tongue, because I am inside."

She stretched out her hand in doubt and touched the high ponytail on her head and her face in a daze: "It's strange, then who am I?"

An Zihao looked at Gu Qianyi who was still drunk and smiled helplessly: "Forget it, let's carry you back."

Bang——As soon as An Zihao stood up, there was a huge push from his shoulders, pushing him heavily back onto the armchair.

Gu Qianyi, who was sitting on An Zihao's lap, squinted her drunken eyes and moved forward without fear, and sat directly on the "angry little brother".

She quickly grabbed An Zihao's shirt collar with both hands, and slowly moved her head up.

"I, I'm thirsty..."

Feeling the pressure on his little brother, An Zihao couldn't help blushing. He turned his head to the side, not even daring to look into Gu Qianyi's eyes.

"When you're thirsty, I'll give you water when you go back."

Gu Qianyi pouts her lips aggrievedly and shakes her head again and again: "No, I want to drink now."

An Zihao coughed twice, and forced himself to calm down: "There is no drinkable water here, let's go back and drink."

Gu Qianyi hugged An Zihao's neck tightly, no matter how hard he tried to break free, he couldn't break free from Gu Qianyi's grasp.

Gu Qianyi slowly raised her head, looking at An Zihao in front of her, she couldn't help shaking her head in a hopeless way: "Although a poisonous tongue is not flattering, but looking at you like this, you are still pretty handsome..."

An Zihao couldn't bear to twitch the corners of his mouth, one hand tightly wrapped around Gu Qianyi's waist, and the other hand poked her forehead: "Idiot, who do you think is not likable?"

"The poisonous tongue doesn't seem to be as handsome as you, but let's discuss it carefully. You can come out and return your body to the poisonous tongue..." Gu Qianyi opened and closed her lips, all the drunken gas sprayed on An Zihao's face .

(End of this chapter)