He Teng and He Zhilan, as guests from afar in the mountain village, were naturally toasted many tis. He Zhilan couldn’t handle alcohol and practically fell after three drinks, so the villagers didn’t make it too difficult for her. Instead, all the other drinks ended up in He Teng’s stomach. No matter how well He Teng could hold his liquor, by the ti they returned to the room, he was completely drunk.
"Careful now, we’re not even near the bed yet. Where are you planning to lie?" He Zhilan helped He Teng into the room but had only turned around to close the door when she heard a loud thud. Turning back, she saw He Teng already lying on the ground, struggling to get up.
"I clearly saw the bed just now. How did I end up lying on the floor?" He Teng muttered, his hands flailing aimlessly in the air.
"You’re seeing things!" He Zhilan couldn’t stop herself from laughing. "Just now, you were even saying you had two wives in front of you! Brother, you’re really drunk!"
He Zhilan thought it was hilarious. This was the first ti she had seen He Teng drink so much. Clearly, he was very happy tonight.
He Teng was deeply sentintal. Niu Rang’s sacrifice remained an unhealed wound in his heart. Niu Rang had cared most about his family and Xiaojia during his lifeti. Now, seeing how Niu Li treated Niu Rang’s parents like his own and had even married Xiaojia, taking care of her with tenderness, He Teng couldn’t help but feel genuinely happy for Niu Rang.
He Zhilan helped He Teng onto the bed and changed him into his sleepwear before lying down beside him.
Although He Teng was drunk, he still kept his eyes open, watching his wife. He watched her change into her sleepwear, watched her undo her ponytail, and watched her climb over him to lie down next to him.
"Sleep," He Zhilan said as their eyes t. She gave him a faint smile. "Don’t tell you’re so drunk you need soone to coax you to sleep?"
He Zhilan was teasing him, fully aware that drunk people rarely paid attention to such jesting.
Even drunk, Deputy Commander He might drink excessively, but he’d never be childish enough to need comforting to sleep. Yet, with his young wife lying beside him, as a grown man, his mind naturally wandered elsewhere.
Before He Zhilan could say anything more, the man beside her had firmly pressed her down, sealing her lips with his. The warmth emanating from his body passed through the touch of their skin, pouring deep into her heart—a warmth so reassuring it carried a unique sense of security.
Half-accepting, half-resisting, that night unfolded in such a way that even the moon hid shyly behind the clouds.
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Although they’d caused a bit of a stir before sleeping, they had gone to bed early. With the morning light breaking and the rooster crowing in the courtyard, He Zhilan awoke.
anwhile, He Teng was still holding her, his eyes closed, seemingly still asleep.
But as soon as He Zhilan tried to get up, with just the slightest movent, He Teng suddenly opened his eyes, sharp and alert like a waking panther.
"That’s one thing about you that’s botherso—when I’m lying beside you, even the smallest sound wakes you up." He Zhilan chuckled helplessly. "Doesn’t that hangover feel awful? I’ll go prepare so honey water for you."
He Teng grinned and nodded. Truthfully, his head was pounding—there was no denying he’d really overdone it last night.
When He Zhilan left the room and headed to the kitchen, the newlywed Xiaojia happened to be awake as well. She seed to be preparing to make breakfast. Seeing He Zhilan up this early, she paused in surprise.
"Zhilan, you’re up so early?" Xiaojia greeted her.
"Mm, your Brother He drank too much last night. I’m going to make him so honey water," He Zhilan nodded and casually asked, "How’d you sleep last night? Everything okay?"
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