Chapter 73 - 73: Pretending to Be Drunk l
Be a Good Boy and Marry Me
Translator: 549690339
Lu Cong rubbed his stressed brow as he walked, âJust got out of the operating room, planning to go home.â
âGreat timing! Swing by the bar on your way and help me send a woman back to her hotel.â
Lu Cong: âSend a woman back to her hotel? Whatâs going on?â
Mo Shiting responded dismissively: âYouâll know once you get there.â
With that, he hung up the phone.
Lu Cong:â???â
By the time they returned to Blue Sky and Blue Sea, it was already midnight.
Mo Shiting carried Gu Li straight up the stairs and, after a momentâs hesitation, decided to put her on his own bed.
He took off her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and was preparing to leave when she grabbed his finger.
âBrother Tingâ¦â
The girlâs drowsy voice carried with it a bewitching, innocent charm.
Something stirred in Mo Shitingâs heart, and he turned to look at her. Her eyes were tightly closed. Maybe it was just sleep talk after all.
As he tried to pry her fingers off of his, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Those moist, dazed apricot eyes seemed to hold a universe of stars.
âAwake?â
Seeing that she had a tight hold on his fingers, Mo Shiting decided not to leave and took a seat on the edge of the bed.
âIâm not awake. Not awake yet.â
The girl shook her head. Her flirty, sweet voice was different from her usual lively charm, but it was just as delightful.
Mo Shiting allowed himself a smile, his usually depthless eyes softened in a way he himself didnât notice. âNot awake? Then sleep on?â
âNo, I want Brother Ting to keep me company. Keep talking.â
The girl insisted.
Even though she was clearly drunk, her serious demeanor was somewhat comical.
At that moment, Mo Shiting remembered a phone call he had earlier, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of danger. âAlright, Iâll keep you company. Iâll ask, youâll answer. Howâs that?â
âOkay, okay.â
Gu Li nodded in excitement. âTruth or dare, I love it.â
Mo Shiting lowered his voice and began his probe: âWho is Count Allen?â
The girl wore a puzzled face. âCount Allen? I donât know him.â
âReally donât know him?â
Mo Shiting was clearly skeptical.
Gu Li seemed to seriously ponder over it, but shook her head in the end.
Mo Shiting:ââ¦â
âBrother Ting, who is he? Why are you asking me this question?â
Gu Li blinked her curled eyelashes, her large eyes full of confusion and curiosity.
Mo Shiting seemed somewhat helpless: âRight now, itâs me asking and you answering!â
âOh.â
The girl pouted and kept quiet.
Mo Shiting raised an eyebrow and asked, âHow many fish have you victimized?â
âIâm not a fisherman. I donât catch fish.â
âYou call yourself a player.â
âNo, Iâm not a player. Iâm a pure and clear little fairy, you have to believe me.â
Mo Shiting:ââ¦â
Is this girl really drunk or pretending to be?
Why wonât she spill anything useful?
Is she he putting on an act?
Mo Shiting frowned, his probing gaze falling on her face.
Gu Li felt her scalp prickling under his intense gaze, and her hand, hidden under the blanket, subconsciously tightened its grip.
Impossible, right? Impossible, right?
She had executed her act perfectly, hadnât she?
She was perfect, wasnât she?
Ah, ahâ¦
âCan you swim?â
The man asked, catching her off guard.
Without thinking, Gu Li replied, âNo.â
âDo you have any suitors?â
âNo.â
âAre you drunk?â
âNo.â
After blurting out the answer, she immediately realized.
Shit, sheâd been had!
Little Pear was inwardly cursing herself as Mo Shiting stood up, hands in his pockets, his gaze coldly fixed on her. âSince youâre not drunk, get up.â
Gu Li played dead.
Mo Shitingâs eyes flashed darkly, a playful note in his voice, âIf you donât get up, Iâll kiss you..â