They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 332 Mom, your hair is a little tight.

He closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep in that state.

Perhaps it was because I had kept my eyes closed for too long, but a wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I fell asleep without even realizing it.

The next day, after only a few roosters crowed outside, Wu Ziyan suddenly opened his eyes.

Chu Qiu's hand was resting on her body; she was still asleep.

She rolled her eyes and looked out the window; the daylight outside was still dim.

She felt the urge to go to the restroom, but was afraid of waking Chu Qiu.

She tiptoed over him. Who was Chu Qiu?

He was trained and raised in the military; even the slightest noise from someone passing by him could wake him up.

He opened his eyes abruptly, staring at her without any emotion.

It startled her; she was currently lying on top of him.

He didn't know why he did that, but his hands somehow got stuck under her armpits.

He had a feeling of wanting to lift her up, but of course he only gently held her in place. Wu Ziyan smiled awkwardly.

"I just wanted to go to the bathroom, and I woke you up."

She had already relaxed, and Chu Qiu let go of her hand as well.

She suddenly pressed herself against him, then quickly rolled over, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Chu Qiu was frantically getting dressed by the bedside, seemingly lost in thought.

Wu Ziyan was looking everywhere for socks when Chu Qiu naturally handed them to her.

After she put it on, she told him very solemnly, "You don't need to come with me, really."

"Hmm, I should get up too." Chu Qiu thought to herself, if this is what married life is like, then it's not bad.

She left the room in a disheveled state, went to the bathroom, and returned to her own room. As soon as she opened the door, a pungent smell of sour alcohol and vomit hit her nose...

She frowned, clicked her tongue, looked around, but there was no vomit. Finally, she focused on her washbasin.

Okay, at least she knows she can't just vomit randomly!

"Sister Chu Yu? Chu Yu?"

She called out twice, but there was no response, so she walked closer.

I noticed that she was sleeping in the same way, sprawled out on her back, with her skirt hanging down over her face.

She uncovered it for her, and Chu Yu felt the light was too bright for her eyes. She frowned and her eyes moved slightly.

Wu Ziyan had originally intended to lie in bed a little longer, but she couldn't bring herself to lie down.

Chu Yu slowly opened her eyes and saw Wu Ziyan standing there expressionless. She was still wondering why Wu Ziyan was in her room.

As I tried to sit up, I realized my head was spinning. I patted my head, still looking confused.

She had completely forgotten what happened last night.

"Your Highness, why are you in my room? Is there something you need from me?"

"Chu Yu, do you want to take a look? Whose room is it?"

Her eyes darted around as she looked around; the furnishings were indeed different from those in her room.

Upon discovering that Wu Ziyan's clothes were still on the bed, he was momentarily confused.

"How did I end up in His Highness's room?"

"You don't remember anything that happened last night, but you cried your heart out."

"He insisted on sleeping in my room and said he liked me, which scared me so much that I ran to Chu Qiu's room to sleep that night."

"Ah! Your Highness, what you've said is all true, really true?"

"Yes, you also said that you would disregard worldly opinions and only like Chu Qiu."

Meanwhile, Chu Qiu, who was outside the door, had already heard everything and wanted to check if his drunken sister had sobered up.

Unexpectedly, Wu Ziyan had already returned to his room, and not a single word he uttered was true.

But I think what he said about liking him was probably true.

"Your Highness, please don't joke with me. I only remember taking Chu Qiu out for drinks last night."

"I really don't remember anything after drinking it. If I have offended Your Highness in any way, please forgive me!"

"I was just kidding, Sister Chu Yu. She just came back crying and telling me about her relationship with Qi Zexuan."

"You rest for a while, and we'll go to the palace when it's light."

What are you going to the palace for?

"But I'll grant your wish to be with Qi Zexuan. That cunning Qi Zeyun is just trying to gain more profit."

"I'll explain the pros and cons to him later, and she'll naturally agree."

"Your Highness, there is no need to worry about me."

"I'm not worried about you to that extent. My main concern is that I don't want to see Chu Qiu suffer."

“You came home drunk last night, and he looked really unwell.”

"Your Highness..."

Chu Qiu felt a warmth in his heart after listening to this from outside. He had originally intended to go inside, but now he thought better of it and went back to his room.

"But one thing you should do after you get up is to have someone clean this room again."

"We might not be back for a few more days, and I'll be covered in the smell of alcohol, it'll kill me."

"Yes, Your Highness, I have offended you. I am guilty."

"Alright, sleep a little longer. Don't let anyone see that you've been crying. That daughter of the Wu Dynasty wouldn't do that."

Did she cry? She had no idea, but touching her slightly swollen and sore eyelids, she must have cried.

They were barely awake this early in the morning, what could they do? They could only go back to Chu Qiu's room and stay there for the time being.

When I entered, Chu Qiu was already washing up; she was really about to get up.

With her hair all messy, Wu Ziyan lay there for a while, unable to fall asleep, as it was still quite a while before her usual wake-up time.

"Chu Qiu, do you even know how to comb hair?"

He seemed to want her to comb her hair, which was quite a challenge for him.

He wouldn't, and he didn't lie; he simply shook his head.

She pouted, thinking that she would have to ask Yue'er to comb her hair later.

"Then go knock on Fang Yurong's door and see if Yue'er is awake yet?"

"I can try."

Wu Ziyan actually believed him to some extent, but when she finally opened her eyes in a daze...

She discovered a huge clump of hair on top of her head, her hair piled up messily.

Chu Qiu also showed a helpless and somewhat anxious expression, indicating that he really didn't know how.

"Chu Qiu, I still prefer your hands to be holding a sword, not a comb. Why don't you put it down and go call Yue'er?"

“I’m trying.”

Finally, he compromised and tied her hair into a high ponytail, then used the hair crown he usually used to tie her hair up to secure it.

After finishing the treatment, he even nodded in satisfaction.

I saw a face in the bronze mirror that looked exactly like the meme of "Mom's hair is tied too tightly".

Not wanting to dampen Chu Qiu's enthusiasm, she politely smiled and turned around.

"My dear Chu Qiu, do you think this looks good? Is this reasonable?"

"It looks great, it makes you look so energetic."

Wu Ziyan: ...

"Beautiful, beautiful," she thought, biting her lip. "I'd better go knock on the door myself."

By now, Yue'er should be up preparing the toiletries for Fang Yuerong.

"Chu Qiu, listen to me, your hair is really well styled, but don't do it again next time."

Chu Qiu was still puzzled; she must have meant to praise him.

But why did you tell him not to do it again next time?