Miss Riddler just wants to level up in peace.

Seeing that Bronya hadn't been knocked out yet, Kiana didn't hesitate and immediately filled her own glass, also taking care of Ziyao's as well.

"Sister, there's no need to force yourself. Please let Bronya handle this duel."

I've decided to maintain our current relationship.

But upon seeing the girl's face, he realized she was unwell and couldn't help but feel very concerned.

Forcing herself to look away, Bronya took Ziyao's cup as she spoke.

"Um... thank you, right?"

Reason gradually faded, leaving only a girl immersed in the crimson glow.

"you......!"

The girl's soft lips pressed against the rim of the cup, her head tilted back slightly, as she drank it down, until not a single drop remained.

Kiana's face grew even hotter as she stared intently at Bronya's movements, her words barely audible.

Isn't this an indirect kiss?

"The victory has been decided."

As she spoke, Bronya shook the last empty glass bottle.

Outside the window, the moon hangs high in the sky; it's already seven o'clock in the evening.

My mood was so pleasant that it almost masked my discomfort and frustration.

"Cheating, drinking someone else's drink doesn't count, it should be a tie!"

The paramecium protested, but when it was ignored, it thought of finding help.

"You're right, Yao...?"

Following Kiana's words, everyone suddenly noticed that someone was slumped on the table, unable to hold their liquor, their pretty face flushed like a peach blossom in March, their breathing disordered and their eyes glazed over.

This was a stark contrast to the girl's usual composed and thoughtful demeanor.

With such an alluring appearance, even girls would be tempted to take her home.

Volume 1: Chapter 237 It's All My Sister's Fault (Part 5)

"Is it really okay?"

He wasn't exactly dead drunk, but things didn't look too good.

Her clothes were disheveled, her shoulders were partially exposed, and a deep cleavage could be vaguely seen beneath her fair and delicate collarbone.

Especially the posture of supporting oneself on the table, with the thighs just pressing down on the hem of the sleeves, if one exerts a little more force downwards, the fourth core value might be revealed.

If girls don't consciously maintain their clothing style, this kind of situation can easily occur.

The girl struggled to her feet, swaying unsteadily.

The body odor blends with the scent of fruit wine, smelling sweet with a refreshing aroma, similar to pheromones.

"Don't worry, Theresa, this is just an aperitif for me."

It's...it's not even worth mentioning...?

Feeling dizzy.

It felt like I was in outer space; my body felt light and airy, and I felt like there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.

"Speaking of which, I haven't given everyone any gifts yet."

Although his speech sounds normal, his words are incoherent and nonsensical.

Mei was about to help her back to her room when she heard this sentence and the key words, and immediately stopped.

It is said that people are most frank when they are drunk.

They don't hide their inner thoughts, nor do they suppress their emotions.

Their true thoughts and inner feelings are undisguised and can be revealed with just a little guidance.

"It's very characteristic of the Far East. Some students in the academy also exchange chocolates on this holiday."

I took the simply packaged little box, about the size of a matchbox, which contained black candies.

Theresa sighed, feeling a little nostalgic.

"Thank you, Sister Ziyao."

Seele accepted the chocolate and thanked her with a smile.

Next up are Kiana and Mei.

The two girls held their breath, staring intently at Ziyao's action of conjuring chocolate from under her skirt.

The two of them had almost the same thoughts.

I hope to receive that one and only chocolate, a special gift that can only be given to one person.

On one side is a nervous young girl, and on the other is a drunken Ziyao with zero rationality.

Bronya sat in the middle, giving off a somewhat detached, observer vibe.

I can't even have the right to get chocolate, no, I can't even have the thought of having it.

She thought bitterly, continuing to suppress this distorted feeling.

"Your chocolate... let me look for it..."

The girl was confused; her skirt didn't produce anything.

Strange, why can't I get it out? Did I stuff it into my stomach?

His rationality was greatly reduced, making him stupid, and he even forgot that things were in the system space.

There was nothing inside the skirt; the action of taking something out of it was simply to prevent something from appearing out of thin air and startling others.

"Sister Ziyao, you're really drunk. Please rest for a while."

Just as the girl reached under her skirt to check if the baby was in her belly, Bronya interrupted her and grabbed her wrist.

To Bronya's surprise, Ziyao threw herself into her arms and wrapped her arms around her slender waist.

The girl let down all her guard and reserve, wanting only to feel the tenderness and warmth.

Well, she's become a bit clingy.

Bronya turned around and hugged Ziyao, never even considering pushing her away.

Kiana's face stiffened. Why wasn't she lying in her arms?

"It's a bit rough on my face."

Even when drunk, his slightly cunning nature remains unchanged.

While feeling the lack of support, the girl commented sharply.

"Theresa, could you please make some hangover soup?"

"Oh, oh, almost done, just a moment."

Ziyao was surprisingly cute when she was drunk, and Theresa, still not quite recovered, inexplicably wanted to hug her too.

Upon hearing Bronya's request, she nodded repeatedly and ran to the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder as she went.

"Although we didn't find Mei and the others, but..."

As she spoke, the girl took out something that made Kiana and the other girl's hearts race and that they had been longing for.

A box of exquisitely packaged chocolates tied with a cherry blossom ribbon —

"For me?"

Bronya's pupils contracted, and she did not reach out to take it.

It was as if something incredibly amazing, impossible, had happened.

"This...this isn't right, is it??"

Kiana panicked immediately; she had never considered the situation of a third person.

Mei, on the contrary, was much calmer. After all, Ziyao was drunk, and whatever she did was within the normal range.

"Is my sister serious?"

He gripped the girl's hand tightly, his grip becoming increasingly rough.

Unbeknownst to Bronya, her face was flushed with a sickly redness.

One moment of sorrow, the next of joy; a mixture of both.

Happiness and depression coexisted and intertwined, leaving her feeling very confused.

Suddenly, the breakthrough to resolve all the contradictions appeared.

"Yes, because Bronya is my sister, of course I have to give you a gift."

The girl reached under her skirt again and pulled out an adorable plush toy.

This doll was a byproduct of making dolls. It's soft, made of fabric, and its prototype is Ziyao herself.

"Don't be unhappy, okay? Your sister is really worried."

“…I see.”

Taking the doll, my mood plummeted once again.

More than happiness, I felt a sense of 'I see' sadness.

"Bronya is just preoccupied. She'll be fine after today. Starting tomorrow, everything will go back to normal."

The girl said bitterly, choosing to suppress her feelings once again.

I tried to push the chocolate back so she could give it to Mei or Kiana, but she refused.

Helpless, Bronya had no choice but to accept this box of things that others would covet.

"Here, here it is."

Having found the remaining two chocolates, Ziyao gave one to each of the two bewildered people beside her.

"I'd rather you give Bronya that!"