Chapter 422, Blood and Flowers
He sighed helplessly.

Zhuo felt that Ling must be really drunk to become so unreliable. He could not imagine that the little man standing in front of him touching his chest was Ling. Zhuo could not help but smile bitterly, slowed down his tone, and used honorifics, hoping that she would sober up.

"Your Highness Zero Razumovskaya Romanov, I am asking you."

"I'm asking you..."

"Zero~ Why are you imitating my speech!"

Zhuo felt a little amused, so he hung up the clothes and turned around to talk again. Unexpectedly, Ling took another step forward, suddenly leaned over, and hit his head on his chest, his voice elegant and ethereal.

"At that time, I thought I would never have the chance to wear them, so I bought them all."

Zhuo was hit neither too hard nor too hard by him, so he didn't fall down. He raised his hand to support her shoulders, and his tone became gentler: "Ling, are you okay? Are you drunk?"

As soon as the word "drunk" came out of her mouth, Ling slowly stood up, shaking her head. She didn't look drunk at all, and stared at his face with her head tilted as usual. Although she didn't say anything, this reaction should be telling Zhuo that she was not drunk.

"correct……"

Even though he looked a little dazed, Ling seemed to remember something and pulled Zhuo back to the living room.

Zhuo felt that Ling was surprisingly strong at this moment, and he had no gentleness towards Lin Xiang at all. In order not to get hurt, Zhuo could only compromise and endure the passivity.

After arriving in the living room, Zhuo didn't expect that Ling would directly push him onto the sofa and then sit down with him. He then picked up the small half bottle of wine on the coffee table and drank it all in one gulp, and his body was obviously beginning to stagger.

Zhuo also realized at this time that the bottle of wine was empty after just two glasses - no wonder Ling was in this state, probably because she had already drunk most of it before. Zhuo still remembered that Ling brought two bottles of wine when he moved in, and he also took one bottle in each hand when he entered the kitchen before, but when he came out to pour the wine, he only took out less than half a bottle. The whereabouts of the remaining wine is probably self-evident...

Should we say they are worthy of being a fighting nation? Even if some insignificant dragon blood is mixed in, it will not affect the essence inside.

After figuring out the whole story, Zhuo quickly supported her.

Ling drank a little too fast. In the blink of an eye, the last half of the bottle of wine went into her stomach and the bottle was empty.

"Auntie, stop drinking. You've drunk too much."

"……fine……"

As Ling said this, he changed to a kneeling position and sat on the sofa, leaning against the back of the sofa with an empty wine bottle in his hand, blinking at him.

"Happy birthday."

"……Thanks."

"You are an adult now."

"……Um."

"One more thing..."

Although she was drunk, Ling always wanted to finish something, and stood up while talking. This matter seemed to make her hesitate, and she closed her eyes slightly for this, as if she was preparing herself mentally, but as soon as she closed her eyes, her body shook violently, and when she staggered, Zhuo had already rushed over to support her.

Ling opened his eyes, pushed Zhuo away for some unknown reason, then pushed Zhuo back onto the sofa, and then stood there without moving.

Zhuo fell on the sofa in a daze, thinking that among the 'three nannies', if someone didn't drink, there must be a reason. Jiude Mai often drank so it was normal; Su Enxi didn't drink because she was a drunkard, or an alcoholic; and Ling... Zhuo was still thinking about something else, and Ling fell down facing him and completely rode on him.

Even so, this Hu Niu did not forget to stick close to him after getting drunk. Ling lowered her head and used all her strength with both hands to press Zhuo's face so hard that his entire face was deformed.

"Zhuo...you are already an adult..."

Zhuo couldn't speak at all and could only nod, "Two years..." Her face was less than five centimeters away from Zhuo. As far as he could see, there was only her snow-white neck and one of her smooth, snow-white shoulders that were attractive.

The hem of her long skirt was brought to her waist because of the straddling posture, revealing her snow-white calves.

Zhuo had never dreamed that something like this would happen. Ling's seductive posture instantly shattered his rationality. This was really not a question of whether he could hold back or not. If Ling's elbow hadn't been on his chest, Zhuo thought he would have kissed her.

"Utsunomiya Shuo..."

Ling called out his full name this time. To be honest, except for the first time... it seemed that he hadn't seen his name the first time they met, and Zhuo couldn't remember it. In short, this was most likely the first time Ling called him by his full name. The hot breath he exhaled when he spoke was mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, which almost made his blood explode.

But the tone of her voice when she spoke was no different from usual, just as indifferent and calm as usual.

"birthday present?"

"Um……"

Even though it was just a name, when Zhuo saw Ling tilt her head and read it out, he could understand what she meant was "Do you want a birthday present?", so Zhuo, who was not convenient to speak, stammered and squeezed out a "hmm".

As a result, the connection from Ling's end was disconnected again. She stared at Zhuo stupidly for a few seconds, then she shook her head belatedly and calmed herself down.

Then she pulled back her finger and pointed at herself, then put her face on Zhuo's shoulder and whispered in his ear as if she had finally exhausted all her strength.

"…It's your gift…Take me and go…"

Zhuo's head suddenly buzzed, and his first reaction was that he was drunk... or Ling was drunk... Well, she was indeed drunk.

Although Zhuo had imagined such a day, he had never thought that it would come so unexpectedly, which made Zhuo's body begin to stiffen.

"Zero, what did you say?"

Zhuo called out tactfully and politely, but got no response.

She might have been really drunk and fallen into a deep sleep. No matter I talked to her or shook her shoulders, she didn't seem to wake up.

Zhuo patted her shoulders gently and shook the body he touched, but failed to make her get up.

After doing this, the part of his body that was originally pressed by Zero shifted a little and began to tilt to the outside of the sofa. Zhuo hurriedly caught Zero and pulled him over... As a result, he now fell on the sofa, holding Zero in his arms.

After dinner, Ling took a shower. Perhaps she had anticipated this scene, so she put the time before Zhuo this time. Now Ling was emitting a faint floral scent of shampoo and her own body fragrance, which made Zhuo even more uncomfortable.

In addition, Zhuo also felt that he was pressed by something soft, and he really couldn't calm down.

(End of this chapter)