Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Do you know what you're saying?

Bai Li raised his hand and tapped Jiang Ruyue on the head.

This girl drank less than 50 milliliters of red wine and immediately became mentally disabled.

If it were only Chen Tingting and Li Mengmeng in the room, Bai Li wouldn't even bother to intervene. Everyone knew each other's backgrounds and had heard even the most outrageous things said.

But An Yaoyao is sitting at the table now.

Even with Bai Li's thick skin, he felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

He turned to look at An Yaoyao, intending to smooth things over.

It turned out that he didn't need to worry about this at all.

The little girl had already started shaking her head and swaying.

An Yaoyao rested her elbows on the dining table, her hands supporting her chin, and her dreamy eyes shone brightly.

"You cosplay too...hehehe..."

Across half the dining table, Okawa Ruyue stretched out her arm and made two random grabbing motions in mid-air.

"Since we've eaten together, we're friends now... *burp*"

After saying that, An Yaoyao let out a hiccup and continued:

"Let's go out together next time!"

"But I only go out at home; I'm still a little embarrassed to go out."

Bai Li's eyelids twitched as he watched the two drunkards chatting across different channels.

Jiang Ruyue covered her head with one hand:

"pain…"

Her innocent face scrunched up as she pointed to the hem of her dress.

"It hurts... I want a big stallion to kiss me here..."

Jiang Ruyue looked at Bai Li and made a request with a thick tongue.

Li Jiaxin held a half-bowl of Wusu beer, her purple hair hanging over her shoulders, which were shaking uncontrollably.

Zhang Qian buried her face in Li Mengmeng's back, trying to suppress her laughter so hard she was twitching.

Li Mengmeng pinched her thigh, trying her best to keep quiet.

"You're pointing in the wrong place, that's not where you're typing!"

Bai Li took the wine glass off her head and casually tossed it onto the table.

Jiang Ruyue simply said "oh" and stopped worrying about it.

She turned her head and looked at An Yaoyao across from her, her big eyes sparkling with the light of finding a kindred spirit.

"That's perfect."

"The cosplay I just mentioned can only be done in my room!"

Upon hearing this, An Yaoyao nodded in agreement.

"That's good!"

"It's best not to go out, so as to avoid people pointing and whispering. Besides, the skirt is too short, and I'll accidentally expose myself if I go out."

The two reached an unprecedented consensus on this topic.

Jiang Ruyue held up a finger and waved it in front of An Yaoyao as a further explanation.

"But...it requires the cooperation of a large stallion!"

An Yaoyao's mind was completely blank.

She glanced at Bai Li, then looked back at Jiang Ruyue, automatically placing Bai Li in a supporting role.

"Is he a photographer?"

"He can take photos too? That's great. We can work together; he'll take the photos for us, and we'll pose."

Jiang Ruyue smacked her lips and whispered protectively of her food:

"Besides, I don't really want him to kick you."

She stared at An Yaoyao and very seriously laid out the unpleasant truths beforehand.

An Yaoyao tilted her head, her face full of confusion.

"What does 'pedal' mean?"

"Why did he kick me?"

"Pfft."

The whole table of energetic young women burst into laughter.

They knew perfectly well what Jiang Ruyue meant by "deng," but An Yaoyao was clearly clueless and was still humbly asking for clarification.

Bai Li stood to the side, listening to the laughter filling the room.

He simply couldn't listen anymore.

No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't withstand Jiang Ruyue's constant barrage of accusations.

If this girl drinks a little more, she'll probably be able to sketch out a pose for An Yaoyao right there and then.

He straightened up and walked behind Jiang Ruyue.

"I'll take the little fool back to his room to rest first."

Bai Li gave instructions to the several young women who were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

He pointed to An Yaoyao, who was still waiting for an answer:

"Keep things calm and don't let An Yaoyao drink anymore. And don't explain to her what that word means."

Chen Tingting wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and gave an OK sign.

"Leave it to us, brother. You hurry up and get Ruyue up there, or she might do something outrageous again." Zhang Qian waved her hand and urged.

Bai Li bent down, put his hands under Jiang Ruyue's armpits, and grabbed her shoulders.

"I'm not leaving!" Jiang Ruyue clung to the edge of the table, refusing to let go. "I haven't explained to her yet!"

Without a word, Bai Li used his strength to hoist Jiang Ruyue onto his shoulder and strode towards the stairs.

"Put me down!" Jiang Ruyue patted Bai Li's back wildly with both hands.

Bai Li remained silent as she walked up the solid wood stairs to the second floor.

In the restaurant on the first floor, several girls laughed even louder as they watched Bai Li carry the person away.

"This is kidnapping!" Jiang Ruyue protested. "I'm calling the police!"

"Hey, my phone's on the table. Should I go back and get it for you?"

Bai Li was so angry that her face turned red and her neck bulged, but she didn't stop walking and went to the second-floor corridor.

Jiang Ruyue rested her head on his shoulder and remained quiet for a short while.

She reached out a hand and pinched Bai Li's neck twice.

Muscles are taut, and the lines are sharp.

"The Big Stallion..."

Jiang Ruyue's voice came from behind him, filled with utter confusion.

"What's wrong?" Bai Li asked casually, continuing to walk towards her room.

Jiang Ruyue patted the back of his neck and spoke in a very puzzled tone.

"Is Wei-ge's throat sticky?"

Bai Li walked to the bedroom door and paused.

"Huh?" He wondered if he had misheard.

Jiang Ruyue continued to deliver her performance with her pure yet earnest voice:

"Why isn't your penis hard? Your neck is thick and hard."

Bai Li felt his blood pressure surge to the top of his head.

He offered no explanation, nor did he intend to reason with her.

Bai Li carried Jiang Ruyue on one arm, freeing his right hand.

He swung his hand in a circle in mid-air, aiming at the part of Jiang Ruyue that was swaying in mid-air.

Fall.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the second-floor corridor.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Ruyue shrank back, instinctively reaching out to cover herself with both hands.

Bai Li remained silent, only raising and lowering his arm repeatedly.

Accompanying this was Jiang Ruyue's tearful cry:

"Stop hitting me! It hurts!"