northernbook Chapter 586: Look at this, little Ah Ming is destined to be eaten by me, his elder sister~?
Chapter 586: Look at this, little Ah Ming is destined to be eaten by me, his elder sister~?
The next day, when Fu Ming opened his eyes, the sunlight from outside the window was filtering into the house through the window lattice, causing him to subconsciously squint his eyes. The carved ceiling in his sight shook several times before he could barely keep his focus.
My consciousness seemed to be sinking in warm water and slowly rising. My eyelids were too heavy to open, but my temples were throbbing with pain, and the back of my head felt stuffy.
My throat felt dry and tight, and I swallowed hard. The slight bitterness slid down my throat, and I mumbled vaguely:
"Head hurts......"
He struggled to sit up by supporting himself on the headboard. The memory of last night was shattered like broken jade scattered on the ground, and he could not put it together.
Just then, the door hinge creaked slightly.
Fu Ming turned his head to look, and the drowsiness from the hangover made him dazed. When he saw that the person coming was Mei☆, his Adam's apple moved, but before he could ask, he was interrupted by Mei☆.
"Don't talk, drink this first."
Mei☆'s voice was clear and sweet as she handed the bowl to his mouth. The curling hot air, wrapped in a faint scent of ginger, drifted over and quietly dispelled the remaining smell of alcohol in his nasal cavity.
Fu Ming lowered his head and took a small sip. The slight spiciness of ginger mixed with the sweetness of licorice slid across his dry throat. His originally tight throat suddenly relaxed a lot, and even his breathing became smoother.
"much better."
When Fu Ming raised his eyes, his hair was still stained with sweat, sticking to his full forehead. His voice was hoarse from just waking up, and he asked:
"Mei☆After the match with Koichi yesterday, I can't remember what happened..."
Meiyi☆ saw Fu Ming finish all the hangover soup, her eyes fell on his slightly furrowed brows, and with a hint of smile in her tone, she explained:
"Yesterday, Mr. Portio wanted to treat us to tea, but he didn't expect that the drink he served was indeed a strong liquor called tea. After you finished your cup, you drank both of ours in one gulp."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ming couldn't help but chuckle. The vibration in his chest seemed to dilute the swelling pain in his temples, and the sobering soup slowly spread into a warm feeling in his stomach. The fragmented memories of last night were gradually pieced together, but that was all.
"It seems... I have some impression. I didn't expect that I would be drunk after three cups. Am I really that incapable of drinking?"
Meiyi☆ found a chair and sat down, looking at the remaining blush on Fu Ming's face, the smile in her tone became more obvious:
"The wine was too strong. Xiaozhi took a sip and frowned before pushing it aside."
A scene suddenly flashed through Fu Ming's mind. Potio held up the teacup and said with a smile: This tea should be drunk with stories, and then he told his own story.
He was listening with great interest. Seeing Mei☆ holding the rim of the cup without moving, and Xiaoshi pushing the cup directly in front of him, he took it and drank the tea for them.
Mei☆ looked at Fu Ming's gradually flushed face, her fingertips quietly clenched the hem of her clothes, and the slight excitement in her eyes turned into a gentle smile:
"You fell asleep on the table after drinking, and it was Xiaoshi and I who helped you back..."
Fu Ming listened and nodded slightly.
But after drinking that bowl of soup, my consciousness did not become clearer. Instead, I felt like I was wrapped in a warm mist. The heat all over my body spread from my neck to the tips of my ears, and even my breath was a little hot.
He raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, his voice filled with a hint of drowsiness and doubt:
"Mei, what did you just give me to drink...it makes me feel warm..."
Mei☆'s expression remained unchanged, her tone still clear and steady, she simply replied:
"It's a hangover soup. Maybe there's a little too much ginger, which is why you feel hot."
At this moment, accompanied by the sound of quick knocks on the door, Alicia's soft and charming voice suddenly came from outside the door:
"Okay, Mei, I've already asked Xing to take Kiana and Sirin to the competition venue. Now no one will bother us. How are you doing? Did Ming finish his hangover soup?"
Fu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that something was wrong. He looked at Meiyi☆'s calm profile, and his throat moved:
"Mei☆! Are you sure you just put too much ginger and didn't add anything else? ! ! ! "
Mei☆ seemed unaware of his thoughts. She stood up and walked towards the door. As her white fingertips touched the cold door handle, her footsteps suddenly stopped.
When she turned around, there was a subtle hint of joy in her eyes, and her tone was gentle:
"A Ming, don't worry, the fever is only temporary and will be gone soon."
Fu Ming's throat moved, but he didn't say a word. He held his hot chest with his palms, and even his heartbeat was faster than usual.
"A Ming is so good~"
Mei☆ chuckled softly and then opened the door. Alicia, who was outside, immediately leaned halfway in. She leaned close to Mei☆'s ear and whispered softly, glancing into the room with the corner of her eyes, her tone a little teasing:
"How's it going? Was it successful?"
As Alicia spoke, she walked past Mei☆ and headed into the house. Ai glanced at the empty porcelain bowl on the bedside table, then turned to Mei☆ behind her and blinked.
"As expected, Mei☆ has a solution. Kiana☆ is not here, so no one will disturb us from leaving~?"
Fu Ming: "..."
Fu Ming clutched the quilt, his throat so tight that he couldn't speak. He looked at Ailishia with hazy eyes, and even the corners of his eyes were a little red due to the fever.
Alicia met Fu Ming's gaze and immediately smiled:
"Ming, you look flushed. Is it because Mei☆'s hangover soup was too effective, or are you shy?"
Those star-like eyes looked him up and down, the mischief in her smile almost overflowing, like a little elf who had succeeded in a prank.
Then, Alicia came to the bedside, and even deliberately tapped Fu Ming's red cheek with her fingertips, and the smile in her tone could not be hidden:
"Look at this, little Ah Ming is destined to be eaten by me, your elder sister~"
"Mei☆, Alicia, you...sigh, can you let me go?" Fu Ming's voice was wrapped in lingering drowsiness, and the ending tone still carried a bit of trembling heat, floating in the air.
Meiyi☆ also walked to the bedside at this time, reached out and held Fu Ming's hand, gently intertwining her fingers with his with a knuckle click - when she touched the scorching heat of his palm, the tenderness in her eyes did not diminish:
"Are you joking when you say this at this moment, Ah Ming?"
Seeing this, Alicia leaned over the edge of the bed, leaned close to his reddened ear, and spoke in a voice as soft as a lingering silk thread:
"Silly Ah Ming, at this hour, you're still thinking of resisting, or do you want to drink another bowl of 'hangover soup'?"
As soon as these words fell, Fu Ming felt the hand holding his tighten.
He raised his eyes and met Mei☆'s gaze, only to find that the gentleness in her eyes was already mixed with something else - it was the confidence hidden in her faint smile, as if she had already understood his thoughts thoroughly.
"What Alicia said is true," Mei's fingertips gently brushed against his fingertips. Her tone was still clear, but it carried a weight that brooked no argument. "That bowl of soup just now was weak. If Ah Ming hasn't 'woke up' yet, I don't mind making another bowl."
Fu Ming looked at the two people singing the same tune and lost all the strength and means to struggle.