After provoking the holy maiden of Miao territory, she was infected with a love curse.

Yin Huaixi, who originally intended to get Sang Che drunk so that he would fall asleep and be unable to interfere with her anymore, did not expect that her plan would backfire.

Instead, it turned Sang Che into a clingy drunkard.

The kind you can't shake off no matter how hard you try!

With her hand pressed against Sang Che's cheek, Yin Huaixi frowned and gently scolded, "A-Che... don't get so close, I can't breathe..."

Just as she was trying to get rid of Sang Che's entanglement, the sound of a coachman driving a carriage came from downstairs in the restaurant.

At this moment, Yin Huaixi didn't care about anything else and quickly craned her neck to look downstairs.

The carriage that her eldest sister usually rode in came into view, and Yin Huaixi leaned against the mahogany railing, gazing at it intently.

...

Inside the carriage.

Yin Qingyue sat upright opposite Yin Baishuang, her face serious and apologetic. "Elder sister, I am about to return to the capital. Please remember to be careful in everything you do and do not provoke those people of unknown origin."

Knowing that her younger sister had been delayed for a long time, Yin Baishuang nodded helplessly.

"Well, if you can avoid coming back to the capital, that would be better. It would be good to have someone else take over this job."

Upon hearing Yin Baishuang's instruction not to return, Yin Qingyue immediately shook her head: "Elder sister, my men and Huaixi are still missing. How can I sleep soundly in the capital?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that, little sister."

"I have returned to the capital for two reasons: first, to report the details truthfully; and second, to hope that you, sir, can lend me a hand and send more men down."

Seeing Yin Qingyue's anxious expression, Yin Baishuang was about to advise her not to act rashly when, before her third sister could take her home, Yin Qingyue collapsed from exhaustion.

But before he could finish speaking, the wheels were jolted by a gravel, and the curtains swayed.

Yin Qingyue subconsciously looked towards the curtain and saw a very familiar figure appearing on the second floor amidst the clusters of flowers.

Before I could examine it closely...

Then came the driver's apologetic voice.

"Did you hurt the young lady?"

Yin Baishuang had her back to the window and didn't see what had just happened. She turned to the coachman.

"It's alright, keep driving forward."

Hearing that the young lady was alright, the coachman breathed a sigh of relief and continued driving forward with a flick of the reins.

However, Yin Qingyue, who had argued with her earlier, suddenly stepped forward and came to Yin Baishuang's side.

Yin Baishuang was puzzled, not understanding what her sister was up to. Then she saw Yin Qingyue lift the curtain and stare intently at the private room on the second floor.

Turning her head, Yin Baishuang followed Yin Qingyue's gaze toward the private room and saw an extremely elegant orchid on the second floor swaying in the wind.

...

Almost being discovered, Yin Huaixi didn't care about anything else. She flipped over and pinned Sang Che to the ground.

They prevented the drunkard Sang Che from showing his face and arousing suspicion.

She cannot acknowledge her sisters yet; otherwise, it could bring disaster upon the entire Yin family, and even her clan could be implicated.

With his back pressed against the floor, a chill swept over him, yet his chest was pressed against Yin Huaixi's burning hot body. Sang Che immediately experienced what it meant to be "experienced by both ice and fire."

She was so drunk she was completely unconscious.

Instinctively, she reached out and completely covered Yin Huaixi's cheeks, tilting her head back. The silver ornaments on her body rustled, and the thin white gauze covering her eyes slipped off her upturned nose.

Still holding the pipa half-hidden face.

A captivating smile played on Sang Che's lips, and the faint fragrance of pear blossoms filled the air between the two of them.

Those pure, clear eyes were fixed on Yin Huaixi.

Oops…

You really can't look into Sang Che's eyes. Just staring at him too closely... makes Yin Huaixi's mouth go dry, and it feels like countless ants are crawling all over her body, biting her skin and causing a burning, numb sensation. She feels uncomfortable all over.

"Huaixi, why... are you pressing down on me?"

"Do you... want to kiss me?"

"You still want to...have sex with me?"

The room was separated by a screen, with emerald bamboo covered in snow, and the door to the room outside the screen was tightly closed.

This restaurant frequently entertains dignitaries and important figures, so we wouldn't disturb them rashly. There are even servants outside to keep out any unclean or shady people from entering.

Ensure privacy.

Even so, Yin Huaixi was still very uncomfortable. This was a place on the second floor to enjoy the street view, and the two of them were lying like this... what kind of behavior was that?

Yin Huaixi's knee brushed against Sang Che's leg, and she wanted to escape but didn't have the courage to stand up.

She could clearly see the half of her second sister's face that had just been revealed from the second floor, through the curtain lifted by the carriage.

Yin Huaixi was afraid that if she looked up again, her second sister would catch her red-handed!

This is really bad!

When Sang Che was drunk, he was no different from a butterfly that had drunk fermented fruit and was stumbling and fluttering around.

She sensed that Yin Huaixi was thinking of escaping, so she instinctively placed her hand on Yin Huaixi's waist and pulled him down sharply.

Be caught off guard.

Yin Huaixi's chin bumped into Sang Che's cheek, and her nose also hit Sang Che. A tingling and numb sensation surged up, and Yin Huaixi grimaced in pain.

"Sang Che...you...you're insane..."

Yin Huaixi, who was in so much pain that she couldn't straighten up, naturally didn't have any nice words. She immediately tried to get up, but Sang Che didn't give her the chance.

The strong aroma of alcohol lingered on her lips and teeth. Before Yin Huaixi could figure out what was happening, she felt dizzy and was pinned against the wall by Sang Che, who had sat up and was pressing down on her.

His sideburns were disheveled.

The orchid above their heads was swaying in the breeze.

"A-Che...A-Che..."

Leaning helplessly against the wall, Yin Huaixi realized with a start that her body and mind were responding to Sang Che's every move, yearning for the touch of Sang Che's fingertips.

"Huaixi, you started it first..."

The strong liquor robbed Sang Che of her ability to distinguish right from wrong; she only knew how to follow her primal instincts and seek pleasure.

To find happiness.

Reaching out and pulling open the collar of his shirt, Sang Che's snow-white neck and shoulders were now exposed, the small, dark mole adorning his collarbone clearly visible...

The silver ornaments were piled up haphazardly, Sang Che's hair was disheveled, and his whole body reeked of alcohol, his face flushed red.

Seeing that things were getting out of control, Yin Huaixi bit her lip hard, the metallic taste overpowering the sweet wine flavor she had just tasted.

She raised her hand and slapped Sang Che across the cheek.

The crisp sound made Yin Huaixi's cheek ache slightly.

But she couldn't care less about that.

"Sang Che, wake up..."

This slap completely woke up the drunk Sang Che. She turned to look at Yin Huaixi, tears welling up in her eyes, and was about to speak.

But then there was a knocking sound at the door.

"Huai Xi!"

"Huaixi! Is that you? Huaixi!"

As Yin Qingyue was panting heavily, she was about to kick the door when the servant, whose arm had been twisted in time, quickly covered his arm and stood in front of her.

"Distinguished guest...please wait here..."

"Our restaurant has a rule...you cannot go in and disturb the guests..."

The noise and commotion reached Sang Che's ears. In disbelief, a tear, which had welled up from her sore cheek, slid down her chin.

Overwhelmed by a sense of betrayal, Sang Che's face flushed red. She was extremely disappointed and chuckled softly.

No wonder Huaixi took the initiative to pour her wine and brought her to the restaurant for dinner today.

He would hold her hand and say sweet words that were rarely spoken to her; it turned out he was waiting for her here.

All of this... is it.

"Huaixi...you've lied to me again..."

"You will...get me drunk..."

With his arms outstretched, Sang Che embraced Yin Huaixi. Though his tone should have been hysterical, she spoke softer and softer.

"Do you want to leave me?"

"I won't allow it... I won't allow it!"