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She had become quite familiar with everyone in our class. Cheng Zhou's deadpan face complemented Shu well; the two of them were quite a match.
The three of them couldn't help but laugh out loud. Yun Li chimed in, "You better not say they make a couple in front of Shu, or he will definitely chase you down."
Qin Nianzhe nodded in understanding. "I get it. If I were Shu, I wouldn't like Cheng Zhou either; he's such a stick-in-the-mud."
In just two minutes, Cheng Zhou had already accumulated three nicknames: Deadpan Face, Grumpy Gourd, and Old Stick-in-the-Mud. None of them were flattering.
Jiang Shiyu listened to their banter, unable to suppress a smile, feeling quite relaxed. What could be more satisfying than hearing bad things about your rival?
Everyone was eating and drinking, having polished off several bottles of wine. Chen Jin Xiu was quite the drinker, finishing three bottles of red wine by himself and getting tipsy.
Yun Li took Chen Jin Xiu to the restroom to wash his face and then had to take Yu Meng there as well, keeping herself busy on both ends. The boys seemed only slightly drunk, their cheeks flushed. Jiang Shiyu had only a little to drink and looked perfectly fine, unlike the others.
Yun Li's complexion was pale to begin with, but after drinking, her cheeks turned a rosy pink that looked quite charming. She didn’t dare drink more; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to go back later.
Feeling a bit dizzy, she pressed her palm against her forehead to steady herself. Peng Qingyu gently placed his hand on her shoulder and asked softly, "Li Li, how are you feeling? Are you okay?"
His voice was slightly hoarse yet tender, sending a shiver through her heart.
Yun Li lifted her eyelids to glance at him and shook her head. "I'm fine, just a bit hot and dizzy."
"Then let me take you outside for some fresh air."
Jiang Shiyu sat in his spot, fiddling with a lighter while his gaze fell on Peng Qingyu's hand resting on Yun Li's shoulder. His expression darkened as he stood up and brushed Peng Qingyu's hand away with a cold voice.
"I'll take her; you should adjust yourself since you've had too much to drink."
With that, he grasped Yun Li's shoulder and effortlessly pulled her up. She felt light-headed as she looked up at him—his taut jawline, soft pink lips, high nose bridge, and those indifferent peach blossom eyes framed by long lashes. His skin was fair, but there was an air of mischief about him.
Being led away against her will made Yun Li feel heavy-breathed. The restaurant was still bustling with diners as they walked side by side when suddenly a large man bumped into Jiang Shiyu, causing Yun Li to lean against the wall.
Jiang Shiyu's arm was behind her, while his other hand supported her by her ear, leaving her completely in his embrace.
The actions of the two were too ambiguous, causing Yun Li to suddenly feel much more sober. The strength of the boy's arm against her back was hard and uncomfortable, and a strong wave of male hormones enveloped her.
As they faced each other, his breath brushed against her face, igniting a wave of heat. Jiang Shiyu had drunk little; his expression was clear, and his deep-set eyes seemed to pull Yun Li into a whirlpool.
Yun Li paused for just a moment before reaching out to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming, and she couldn't budge him at all.
Jiang Shiyu raised an eyebrow, suppressing the flutter in his heart as he teased, "What are you shy about?"
Yun Li felt her face grow even redder and hotter, as if it might catch fire. Her palm rested against his chest; he wasn't wearing a jacket, just a thin black shirt, and she could clearly feel his body heat transferring to her hand.
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