Dazed and confused, Senior Sister insisted she wasn't drunk.
She pushed herself up from the table, her small face flushed and her eyes unfocused, yet her expression remained dead serious.
“I’m not drunk,” she said, nodding to herself as if to confirm the fact.
Then she stood up, swayed a couple of times, and grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself. With a look of utter concentration, she started walking ahead, then reached back to grab his hand.
“Junior Brother, hurry... come home with me...”
Fang Xuan scratched his head, but he could only follow behind her.
Ning Xian walked very straight—at least, she thought she was walking very straight.
From Fang Xuan's perspective, however, every step she took veered to the left. She would drift until she was about to collide with a lamppost, then suddenly swerve back...
Mmm... my wife seems to be getting sillier and sillier...
What was that term again...?
NPC energy?
...
“Fang Xuan!” a voice suddenly called out from behind.
Fang Xuan instinctively turned around.
It was a group of girls walking together—schoolmates, likely from the same grade, but he couldn't quite remember them. His memories of the past had become somewhat blurred.
Regardless, he had no intention of paying them any mind.
But at that moment, his hand was suddenly gripped tighter.
Fang Xuan looked down.
Ning Xian had moved to his side at some point. Her small face was fierce as she glared at the other girls.
“Luring bees and butterflies... I’ll punish you when we get back,” she whispered. Then, she pulled Fang Xuan along, walking briskly.
It was as if... she didn't want those girls to even look at him.
...
Fang Xuan stumbled slightly from her tug before being forcibly dragged away.
However, he finally realized that Senior Sister truly intended to live here with him...
As a person of Blue Star.
In that case... shouldn't he marry her?
Hahaha.
If he told her, she would probably be very happy...
Senior Sister was just that silly; he knew it.
...
On the way back, Ning Xian stubbornly led the way, still holding onto Fang Xuan's hand.
“Senior Sister, don't walk crookedly,” Fang Xuan said.
His silly Senior Sister was veering left again; there was a drainage ditch right in front of them...
“Junior... Junior Brother is talking nonsense.” Ning Xian took large strides, as if trying to prove she wasn't drunk at all.
Fortunately, Fang Xuan “reined her in” several times, or she would have dragged him into the ditch with her.
This was the second time he had seen her drunk.
The first time... was when they had beer last time.
Back in the cultivation world, Senior Sister had never been drunk. No matter how much she drank, she never showed even a hint of intoxication.
Though, she did occasionally enter a state similar to this...
Specifically... if they went at it all night, she would get all dazed and muddled... ahem...
It was quite similar to how she was now.
...
By the time they got home, Fang Xuan thought the alcohol would have worn off.
Instead, the delayed effects kicked in. She collapsed onto the sofa and fell fast asleep, and no matter how much he called her name, she wouldn't wake up.
Fang Xuan poked her cheek; no reaction.
He poked it again, and she let out a mumble, buried her face into a cushion, and continued sleeping.
Fang Xuan had no choice but to cover her with a blanket while he sat on the other side...
He would have to wait until she woke up to talk about getting married.
But since she was resting, it was a rare chance for him to take a break from his daily “business” and do something unproductive.
He opened his phone and launched Legends of the Three Kingdoms.
First, he went to find Zilong to claim a hundred top-ups of 648 to open some boxes...
...
He was halfway through his game when he realized Senior Sister had woken up.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white shadow drifting over, and then his body felt heavy.
The first thing Ning Xian did upon waking was find her Junior Brother.
She snuggled into his arms, pressing her face against his chest and rubbing against him.
Here, she didn't want to care about anything else. She only wanted to get closer and closer to him...
Fang Xuan put down his phone and habitually stroked her head.
“You aren't allowed to just rub Senior Sister's head,” Ning Xian said with a fierce little face.
Then she shook her head, refusing to let him touch her.
This caught Fang Xuan off guard.
Huh...? So... her defense mechanism has finished reloading?
...
Setting that aside, he brought up the serious matter.
“Senior Sister, marry me.”
Ning Xian's movements paused slightly.
She looked up at him, her sobriety seemingly returning in an instant.
“Mhm, mhm...” She nodded, then realized she was being too forward.
She quickly straightened her face, though the corners of her mouth still twitched upward uncontrollably.
Junior Brother is so obedient... he even knows he should marry me.
But then Fang Xuan thought about it—how did people get married here?
What was the ceremony? What were the steps? He didn't seem to know anything...
Furthermore... although he could adjust his age at any time, on his ID card, he was only sixteen. Senior Sister didn't even have an identity.
So, getting a certificate seemed impossible, and so was holding a banquet.
He spoke his thoughts aloud instinctively: “We can't get married...”
Hearing this, Ning Xian's face immediately turned fierce.
Junior Brother isn't obedient at all. It seems he hasn't had enough training.
“You must marry me,” she declared.
Fang Xuan shook his head. “It's not possible, Senior Sister. I don't know those ceremonies or the various etiquettes.”
Ning Xian got off him and pulled him toward the bedroom. Her steps were steady; the drunkenness had vanished at some point.
“What do we need those for? It’s fine as long as we enter the bridal chamber...”
Fang Xuan felt helpless.
He knew it would come to this.
Back in the cultivation world, they could do as they pleased, but here on Blue Star, he felt restricted by all these rules and regulations.
He hadn't tried a wedding dress play yet.
Actually, that could work. Yes, that definitely works.
No, wait... that's a must-have...
...
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