Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Pretending to Be Drunk l

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Lu Cong rubbed his stressed brow as he walked, “Just got out of the operating room, planning to go home.”

“Great timing! Swing by the bar on your way and help me send a woman back to her hotel.”

Lu Cong: “Send a woman back to her hotel? What’s going on?”

Mo Shiting responded dismissively: “You’ll know once you get there.”

With that, he hung up the phone.

Lu Cong:”???”

By the time they returned to Blue Sky and Blue Sea, it was already midnight.

Mo Shiting carried Gu Li straight up the stairs and, after a moment’s hesitation, decided to put her on his own bed.

He took off her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and was preparing to leave when she grabbed his finger.

“Brother Ting…”

The girl’s drowsy voice carried with it a bewitching, innocent charm.

Something stirred in Mo Shiting’s heart, and he turned to look at her. Her eyes were tightly closed. Maybe it was just sleep talk after all.

As he tried to pry her fingers off of his, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Those moist, dazed apricot eyes seemed to hold a universe of stars.

“Awake?”

Seeing that she had a tight hold on his fingers, Mo Shiting decided not to leave and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not awake. Not awake yet.”

The girl shook her head. Her flirty, sweet voice was different from her usual lively charm, but it was just as delightful.

Mo Shiting allowed himself a smile, his usually depthless eyes softened in a way he himself didn’t notice. “Not awake? Then sleep on?”

“No, I want Brother Ting to keep me company. Keep talking.”

The girl insisted.

Even though she was clearly drunk, her serious demeanor was somewhat comical.

At that moment, Mo Shiting remembered a phone call he had earlier, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of danger. “Alright, I’ll keep you company. I’ll ask, you’ll answer. How’s that?”

“Okay, okay.”

Gu Li nodded in excitement. “Truth or dare, I love it.”

Mo Shiting lowered his voice and began his probe: “Who is Count Allen?”

The girl wore a puzzled face. “Count Allen? I don’t know him.”

“Really don’t know him?”

Mo Shiting was clearly skeptical.

Gu Li seemed to seriously ponder over it, but shook her head in the end.

Mo Shiting:”…”

“Brother Ting, who is he? Why are you asking me this question?”

Gu Li blinked her curled eyelashes, her large eyes full of confusion and curiosity.

Mo Shiting seemed somewhat helpless: “Right now, it’s me asking and you answering!”

“Oh.”

The girl pouted and kept quiet.

Mo Shiting raised an eyebrow and asked, “How many fish have you victimized?”

“I’m not a fisherman. I don’t catch fish.”

“You call yourself a player.”

“No, I’m not a player. I’m a pure and clear little fairy, you have to believe me.”

Mo Shiting:”…”

Is this girl really drunk or pretending to be?

Why won’t she spill anything useful?

Is she he putting on an act?

Mo Shiting frowned, his probing gaze falling on her face.

Gu Li felt her scalp prickling under his intense gaze, and her hand, hidden under the blanket, subconsciously tightened its grip.

Impossible, right? Impossible, right?

She had executed her act perfectly, hadn’t she?

She was perfect, wasn’t she?

Ah, ah…

“Can you swim?”

The man asked, catching her off guard.

Without thinking, Gu Li replied, “No.”

“Do you have any suitors?”

“No.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No.”

After blurting out the answer, she immediately realized.

Shit, she’d been had!

Little Pear was inwardly cursing herself as Mo Shiting stood up, hands in his pockets, his gaze coldly fixed on her. “Since you’re not drunk, get up.”

Gu Li played dead.

Mo Shiting’s eyes flashed darkly, a playful note in his voice, “If you don’t get up, I’ll kiss you..”