After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 143 "Qianqian, I like you!"

Before long, Lin Qianqian, Shen Wanqing, Xiaodie, Zhao Xiong and others were already drunk and blurry-eyed. Only Murong Yi and Wuming remained sober, while the rest had flushed faces and reeked of alcohol.

The candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the wall.

Xiaodie's face flushed red like a ripe apple, her eyes were hazy, and her pouting lips trembled slightly. She grabbed Wuming beside her and mumbled, "Miss, cheers~ hiccup~" As she spoke, she shook Wuming's arm vigorously, "Drink up! Why aren't you drinking? Hurry up!"

Wuming looked helpless and speechless, pursed his lips, and tried his best to back away, attempting to break free from Xiaodie's entanglement.

Not far away, Shen Wanqing, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, tilted her head to look at Zhao Xiong, tears welling up in her eyes: "Brother, these years have been so hard..." Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with endless grievances.

Zhao Xiong was also drunk, his eyes red-rimmed. He grabbed Shen Wanqing's hand and stammered, "Sister, I know, it's all my fault for being incompetent..." The two of them poured out their heartache to each other in their drunken state.

The other brothers either huddled together, drank alone, or drank in pairs, their faces flushed and talking nonsense.

Lin Qianqian's eyes were glazed over. She mechanically raised and lowered her wine glass, chugging one glass after another. Her cheeks were flushed like ripe peaches, and she swayed precariously, clearly very drunk, yet she continued drinking without stopping.

Murong Yi sat opposite her, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with worry and heartache. He couldn't help but advise, "Don't drink anymore, you're already drunk." As he spoke, he tried to take the wine from her hand.

Lin Qianqian seemed not to hear, tilting her head to one side and muttering nonsense: "I...I'm not drunk yet, don't try to take my wine, I want to drink more, I like this wine..." After saying that, she tilted her head back and took a big gulp.

Murong Yi sighed helplessly, got up and walked to her side, trying to take the wine glass away: "Sweetie, don't drink anymore, your body won't be able to take it if you drink any more."

Lin Qianqian forcefully shook off his hand, her eyes filled with stubbornness, her cheeks puffed out like an angry little hamster: "Go away, leave me alone! Just let me drink, I can drink so much more..."

Murong Yi looked at her with eyes full of affection and coaxed her softly, "Alright, alright, then drink less, okay?"

After an unknown amount of time, Murong Yi got up, paid at the bar, and said meaningfully to Du Hai, "Miss Shen, her brother, and his brothers are all drunk. I hope you can take good care of them." Then, pointing to Lin Qianqian and Xiao Die, he continued, "We'll head back now. If there are any problems, you can come to the Prince's Mansion to find me!"

Du Hai smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "Alright, Your Highness, don't worry. Wanqing is like my sister, and her brother is like my brother. Don't worry, leave these things to me!"

Murong Yi nodded in satisfaction, then exchanged a glance with Wuming before walking toward the two drunken masters and servants.

Murong Yi looked down at Lin Qianqian beside her. She was already completely drunk, her pink cheeks flushed, and she was muttering incoherently in her sleep.

On Wuming's side, Xiaodie was also drunk and passed out on the ground, talking nonsense incoherently.

Murong Yi sighed softly and said to Wuming, "Let's send them back to the Prince's Mansion first. This place is not suitable for them."

Wuming nodded in agreement: "Indeed, if we wait any longer, something might happen. I'll take Xiaodie."

Murong Yi bent down and carefully picked Lin Qianqian up in his arms. Lin Qianqian unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

Wuming also picked up Xiaodie, and the two hurried towards the Prince's Mansion.

Soon they arrived at the gate of the Prince's mansion. Murong Yi held Lin Qianqian tightly and strode into the mansion with an upright posture. Wuming followed closely behind, carrying Xiaodie.

This scene was like a sharp blade, piercing Su Wan'er who was hiding in the corner. Her eyes widened instantly, her gaze sharp as she stared intently at Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian.

【Fine, now the prince's heart has been stolen by you, Lin Qianqian, you vixen, you forced me to do this, I'll make you... suffer a terrible death!】 Su Wan'er trembled with anger, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, cursing in her heart.

Wuming hurried along, carefully carrying Xiaodie to her room. Just as he stepped inside, he saw Huan'er tidying up some things.

Hearing the noise, Huan'er quickly turned around and saw Xiao Die so drunk that her expression was full of worry. She hurriedly went to greet her: "Xiao Die, what happened?"

Wuming gently placed Xiaodie on the bed, straightened up, and looked at Huan'er apologetically: "Today we went out drinking with the Prince and Princess. Xiaodie got carried away and drank a few too many cups, which is why she's so drunk. I hope Miss Huan'er will be understanding and help take care of her." As he spoke, Wuming frowned slightly, his eyes full of earnestness.

Huan'er quickly walked to the bedside, looked at Xiao Die with heartache, and turned to Wuming, saying, "Don't worry, Xiao Die is my good sister. We are like sisters. I will take good care of her." Her gaze was firm as she spoke.

Wuming nodded slightly, a grateful smile on his face: "Yes, then I'll have to trouble you."

On the other side, Murong Yi gently placed Lin Qianqian on the bed. He leaned down slightly and gazed at Lin Qianqian's drunken, sleeping appearance, his eyes filled with unwavering doting affection.

Lin Qianqian's cheeks were flushed, like peach blossoms in spring. Her small nostrils twitched gently with her breath, and a few strands of hair clung messily to her cheeks.

Murong Yi's lips unconsciously curved upwards. He raised his hand and gently brushed the strands of hair from her cheek, his movements extremely tender. Then, he brought a basin of warm water, took a towel, soaked it, wrung it out, and gently wiped her flushed face, murmuring softly, "You, you're always so willful. You're not allowed to drink so much next time."

After wiping her face, he tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Sleep, I'm here." Then he moved a chair over, sat on the edge of the bed, and quietly watched over her, his gaze never leaving her face.

Murong Yi was gently guarding the bedside, his gaze lingering on Lin Qianqian. Suddenly, as if sensing something in her sleep, Lin Qianqian stretched out her arm and grabbed Murong Yi's hand with a "whoosh," pulling him forcefully in front of her with a burst of strength.

Caught off guard, Murong Yi leaned forward instantly, closing the distance between herself and Lin Qianqian to the point where they could clearly feel each other's warm breath.

Lin Qianqian slowly opened her eyes, her gaze hazy, revealing the confusion and bewilderment of being drunk, as if she had not yet completely emerged from the chaotic dream.

When she recognized Murong Yi, the corners of her mouth slowly turned up, revealing a pure, childlike smile. The smile, accentuated by her flushed cheeks, made her appear even more charming and adorable. Then, as if summoning immense courage, she tilted her head slightly and gently kissed Murong Yi's cheek.

This sudden action caused Murong Yi's fair cheeks to flush instantly, the blush spreading from his ears all the way down to his neck. His eyes were full of doting affection as he looked at Lin Qianqian with a mixture of helplessness and tenderness.

His heart was instantly thrown off balance by Lin Qianqian's kiss. Gazing at her hazy, watery eyes, tinged with the effects of alcohol, and her slightly pouting, alluring red lips, his defenses crumbled.

He slowly leaned down, his breathing becoming heavier, filled with burning passion, and gently covered her red lips with his, his movements as tender as if handling the most precious treasure in the world, afraid that the slightest force would disturb this beauty.

Lin Qianqian let out a soft moan, seemingly responding to him instinctively. This moan, like a spark igniting dry tinder, ignited a fierce fire of love within Murong Yi. His kiss grew increasingly intense, their lips and tongues entwined, pouring forth boundless love and longing, as if he wanted to convey this deep affection to Lin Qianqian through every single kiss. His hands unconsciously encircled her body, pulling her tightly into his embrace, wishing he could meld her into his very bones.

Under this ardent onslaught, Lin Qianqian's consciousness became even more blurred, and she could only instinctively respond to Murong Yi. The two were immersed in this tender and affectionate atmosphere, as if the whole world had ceased to exist, and only their heartbeats and breaths intertwined.

Murong Yi's lips slowly moved away from Lin Qianqian's, his breath ragged, his burning gaze fixed on her dazed eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and whispered in a low, husky voice, filled with tenderness and longing, "Qianqian, I like you!"

The warm breath sprayed on Lin Qianqian's neck, tickling and alluring, as if playing a unique melody in her heart.