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Chapter 446 The cheap master is abusing the sword, Instructor, how did you bump your mouth?

I got a slap on the back of my head.

Que Lu hissed softly, covered his head, and turned around, only to see his uncle's hand just withdrawing.

He shrank his neck and said, "I just said it offhand."

Li Chengxiao walked past him, reached out and picked up the ID card on the bedside table, "Yue Zhuo".

“It fell out of this boy’s pants pocket,” Li Jingmo patted his younger brother’s shoulder, and pointed to the date of birth on his ID card with his other hand. “He’s only seventeen, not even an adult yet. He was probably tricked into coming here by some shady talent scout. Luckily, we ran into Hanying, otherwise, this kid might have been ruined overnight.”

Having such good looks wouldn't necessarily kill the child outright, but since they've resorted to such despicable methods as drugging, there will definitely be even more disgusting ways to crush the child's self-esteem next.

In the end, what you get is a beautiful marionette.

"I guess when Han Ying saw this child, she probably thought of her own past experiences."

I didn't help because he's good-looking and has a good figure!

Li Chengxiao tightened his grip on the ID card.

Que Bingchen and Que Lu, standing behind the two brothers, exchanged a glance.

Although we don't know exactly what Jiang Hanying's past experiences were, we can guess the general idea from this conversation.

Que Lu was now truly regretting his careless words.

He was rescued by Lin Shuangshuang, who came out of the kitchen across the street.

Li Chengxiao put down his ID card and left the clinic. He walked to the kitchen door and took the hangover soup that Lin Shuangshuang had just cooked. "I'll take it over. Miss Lin, get some rest."

"It's still a little hot from the pot."

"Well, I see."

After thanking Lin Shuangshuang, Li Chengxiao carried the hangover soup back to his room.

The blankets that he had been covering himself with were now piled up at the foot of the bed. And that wasn't all. He probably kicked off the blankets but still felt hot, so he simply didn't bother to unbutton his shirt and violently ripped it open. Now, with his eyes closed, he was trying to pull at the last piece of clothing he was wearing: a tank top.

The hangover soup in his hand wobbled, and Li Chengxiao suddenly stepped forward and swiftly grabbed Jiang Hanying's hand.

"Hanying, wake up!"

"Yes, I'm thirsty."

With hot pot and alcohol on the table, who wouldn't be thirsty?

"Wake up, I have a drink here."

Upon hearing that there was something to drink, Jiang Hanying hurriedly tried to open her heavy eyelids.

"where?"

Li Chengxiao touched the rim of the bowl. "Wait, it's still a little hot."

I want to drink iced cola.

Li Chengxiao: "..."

Look at you, you're so capable, ordering drinks while lying down!
"No ice, no iced cola, only hangover soup."

"tasty?"

"I've never had it."

He doesn't drink alcohol, so naturally he doesn't need to drink this hangover soup.

"Then you try it first."

Li Chengxiao: "..."

After being urged again, he glanced at the liquid in the bowl, which was about the same color as the iced cola, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up the bowl and took a small sip.

"It's alright, the temperature is about right, sit up and drink it."

Jiang Hanying grabbed his arm and sat up, propping herself up with a pillow, and opened her mouth: "Ah..."

Li Chengxiao had to change his action of handing the bowl to her instead of holding it to her lips.

Just as I took a bite, "Pfft!"

The smell of ghosts is alright!
What's so good about this soup that's sour, astringent, and has a medicinal taste?
"You lied to me!"

Meeting Jiang Hanying's accusing gaze, Li Chengxiao touched his nose.

He genuinely found the taste acceptable.

Or is it that the taste is different when someone is drunk?

"But drinking this will make you feel better, otherwise you'll easily have a headache tomorrow." "I won't drink it."

Jiang Hanying was about to lie down again as she spoke.

I didn't lie down.

The back of my neck was grabbed.

"Not thirsty anymore?"

"Change it to iced cola."

"No."

"Then I'll just stay thirsty," Jiang Hanying huffed, "My cheap master is mistreating the sword!"

Li Chengxiao's hand trembled, and he almost spilled the hangover soup he was holding onto the bed.

"Can you say that again?"

"Fine, I'll talk. Do you think I'm afraid of you, you cheap master..."

A voice called out from the courtyard: "Shu Heng?"

Li Chengxiao then remembered that he hadn't closed the door when he came in, and then he saw the drunk man shouting loudly in front of him.

They're still shouting...

In a moment of desperation, he simply picked up the hangover soup and gulped down a large mouthful himself. At the same time, he gently pinched the back of Jiang Hanying's neck with his other hand, and as the person in his arms subconsciously tilted her head up, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against the lips that were still about to shout.

This not only shut his mouth, but also fed him the hangover soup.

This is a win-win situation!

The price was a small cut on my lower lip from biting it.

Aside from the first mouthful that was spat out, I finished the rest of the hangover soup.

A faint taste of blood lingered between her lips and teeth, and Jiang Hanying subconsciously sucked on it.

Li Chengxiao felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and a slight tremor in his chest. After closing his eyes and finally calming down, he realized that the person in his arms had fallen asleep again.

He carefully put the person down, stood up, unfolded the blanket that had been rolled up at the foot of the bed and covered the person up again, before picking up the empty bowl and tiptoeing out.

I went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes first, and just as I turned off the lights and came out, Li Jingmo called me back.

"What just happened? Did you mention Hanying?"

"No, she didn't like the hangover soup and refused to drink it; she wanted iced cola instead."

Li Jingmo: "...That's how it is when you're drunk. Alcohol amplifies your emotions uncontrollably. So, did you end up drinking it? Or did you really give in and give her iced cola?"

"Cough, I've finished drinking."

"That's fine then. Hey, what's wrong with your mouth..."

Li Chengxiao subconsciously pursed his lips, then decisively changed the subject, "Is Yue Zhuo feeling any better?"

Seeing his younger brother's attempt to cover up his misunderstanding, Li Jingmo forced down his lips, which were about to smirk. "It's alright. Que Lu and I are on the same page. What can't we handle? I was just about to go back to my room to rest. I gave your room to Hanying. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Li Chengxiao nodded reluctantly, "Okay."

"Come on, we've all had a long day, let's give each other a good scrub first!"

The bathroom was filled with mist.

Li Chengxiao frowned and met his brother's gaze: "What are you looking at?"

"No, it's nothing."

Li Jingmo smiled and gave a perfunctory reply, but frowned as she wiped her face. There were clearly no traces at all!
Or did he not look carefully enough?
*
After drinking the hangover soup, Jiang Hanying slept soundly until dawn, waking up feeling refreshed and invigorated.

She remembered that she had called Que Lu after dinner last night but accidentally dialed her cheap master's number, and that her cheap master had come to pick her up and ate half of her ice cream cone. So she wasn't surprised that she woke up in a hotel bed.

But after that, everything happened in a hazy, half-asleep state, and she had no recollection of it at all.

Commonly known as a blackout!

So when he saw his cheap master's swollen and cracked lips on the breakfast table, he was quite shocked: "Instructor, how did you manage to bump your lip?"

Li Chengxiao: "..."

The others looked at Li Chengxiao, whose expression froze instantly, and forced their lips down as if trying to hide their embarrassment.

Good question!
They want to know too!