Chapter 1279: The Mischief Squad Was Frightened
She wanted to take it and have a try again, carefully tasting what was different from the juice.
Yan Yan saw this and moved the cup away, while reaching out to pull her up from the sofa.
Yun Qiluo was fine without moving, but as soon as she moved, she felt dizzy and couldn’t stand steadily, eventually falling directly into his arms.
Pouting unhappily, she asked in a sweet voice, "Beautiful woman, what are you doing? I still want to try a sip."
Yan Yan snickered, "With your drinking capacity, you dare touch it?"
Yun Qiluo hummed twice, stubbornly saying, "Why can’t I?"
He wrapped an arm around her, glanced at the few stunned kids in the living room, and said, "I’ll take her upstairs to shower and sober up. Everything that happened just now, keep to yourselves."
This sort of thing isn’t like some scent or sound; if it gets out, it could cause world upheaval.
The troublemakers hadn’t come to their senses yet, instinctively swallowed their saliva.
Responding mechanically, "Alright, okay..."
Yan Yan swiftly carried Yun Qiluo upstairs, while those left in the living room were so shocked they remained remarkably quiet, each with taut expressions, looking at one another, wide-eyed.
After a long moment of silence.
Ji Ruofeng swallowed and asked, "What we just saw... wasn’t an illusion, right?"
The others silently bowed their heads, glancing at the shattered cookie on the table.
Though they had mentally prepared themselves, understanding Yun Qiluo might be somewhat unique, having come from that kind of place.
They never expected the Little Sister-in-law’s uniqueness to be on a dimension entirely different from what the news reported...
The troublemakers felt they had received a huge fright.
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At this moment, upstairs, Yun Qiluo muddled along with Yan Yan; she previously felt nothing while on the sofa, aside from being a little too excited and slightly dizzy.
Now, having taken a few steps, the cocktail’s aftereffect hit her.
Yan Yan saw she couldn’t walk steadily and spoke softly, "Drank that much? Hmm?"
The young girl raised her flushed little face, confusedly shaking her head, "No, just two sips, very, very small sips."
Yan Yan: "..." He was suddenly curious why she decided to become a bartender in the first place.
Someone who collapses after two sips going into bartending—who gave her the courage and confidence?
He placed the young girl on the sofa and patted her head, "Be good. Sit here, I’ll go fill some water, a shower will help sober you up."
Saying this, he poured her a glass of ice water and personally went to the bathroom to run some hot water.
Coming back, Yun Qiluo had already gulped down the ice water, sitting there, dazed, looking adorably well-behaved.
Yan Yan’s voice unintentionally softened, "How are you feeling now?"
Yun Qiluo wasn’t too drunk, just a bit dizzy, maintaining her rationality. The ice water helped quite a lot, and she promptly blinked and replied obediently, "Feeling better."
"Can you wash on your own? Need my help?"
"No, no, I can do it myself."
She didn’t want the beautiful woman to help her shower; just thinking about that scene made the young girl’s ears turn red, quickly shaking her head.
She stood up and headed to the bathroom.
Watching her rush about, afraid he might do something, Yan Yan couldn’t help but chuckle.
He didn’t follow her in, instead sitting casually on the room’s sofa, waiting for her to come out.