CHAPTER 114: CHAPTER 114: BETRAYAL, ABSOLUTELY UNFORGIVABLE

Ao Xinghao didn’t know why she was in a bad mood and wanted to drink after returning from the Qin Family, nor did he know why she pretended to be a ghost to scare people. Anyway, he was honored to be included in her mischief, and he wouldn’t say a word too much.

Besides, it was really fun to pretend to be a ghost with her. When he was creating "yin energy" by releasing smoke underneath the window, he could hear Qin Wenrou’s intermittent, unclear screams from inside, which was just too thrilling.

"What flavor do you like?"

Qin Xin: "Whatever."

"Well... okay then."

Ao Xinghao smiled, picked a bottle of pineapple-flavored low-alcohol beer, and popped the cap open with his teeth.

He handed her a bottle: "Drink a little less. I have a great tolerance, but you girls can’t handle it, not for drinking games."

Qin Xin took it and drank it all in one go.

Ao Xinghao: "..."

Forget it, as if he hadn’t said anything.

If she got drunk, he could still take her back to his place to rest for a while.

After drinking, Qin Xin frowned dismissively: "What kid’s drink is this?"

Ao Xinghao: "..."

She said whatever, didn’t she?

Qin Xin rummaged through the bag and picked out a bottle of high-proof Hennessy.

With a slight flick of her jade-like long finger, the bottle cap was pried open, and she downed it in one go. This time, she casually commented: "So-so."

Ao Xinghao: "..."

This wasn’t some cheap convenience store stuff; this was a 20-year-old Hennessy treasured in his family’s cellar, and little Qingxin just thought it was "so-so"? His old man would surely blow up if he knew.

Wait a minute.

The point was, how did little Qingxin manage to pry the cap off with her finger?

That move was just too cool, right?

He knew the Hennessy cap was a cork, much harder to pry off than a beer bottle cap.

Feeling curious, he wanted to find out more.

Suddenly, Qin Xin, who had just downed two bottles, spoke in a ghostly voice: "If you had a little dog you raised for many years, seemingly obedient, cute, and a bit weak but understanding, and one day you found out it wasn’t a wise, grateful dog but a foolish and ungrateful wolf in sheep’s clothing, what would you do?"

Ao Xinghao: "Damn, I’d definitely break its legs! No, sell it to a dog meat restaurant and have it cooked into eight dishes!"

Qin Xin: "..."

Ao Xinghao, after a few harsh words, suddenly scratched his nose: "Maybe not, after raising it so devotedly for so many years, it might not be so easy to kill it myself. Plus, eating dog meat is kind of gross... but anyway, I would let it know the price of betraying me!"

He gathered his usual lazy demeanor and solemnly said again:

"In this world, other things can be forgiven, but betrayal can never be forgiven!"

"Anyway, I, Ao Xinghao, in this life, will never betray my friends!"

Betrayal, is unforgivable.

Qin Xin nodded: "Mm. Cheers."

She drank again in one go.

Ao Xinghao, not to be outdone, followed her by downing three bottles of white wine in succession.

In the moonlight, her little face seemed misty and illusory, the dark green birthmark was less noticeable, and her skin glowed with the luster of pearls.

He was spellbound.

Little Qingxin, in fact, was really quite beautiful.

He couldn’t help but move closer, a little closer, really wanting to see more clearly.

Suddenly!

"What are you doing?"

Qin Xin’s cold voice exploded in his ear.

Ao Xinghao then realized he had almost leaned onto her arm.

Startled, he quickly looked left and right, then earnestly wiped off a bit of what looked like blood from her sleeve: "Cough, cough, next time we pretend to be ghosts to scare people, we should switch props. This ketchup as blood, up close, looks nothing like it... oh, there’s even several flower petals stuck here..."

Qin Xin gave his hand a stern look.

Ao Xinghao hastily retracted his hand, looking straight ahead, not daring to sully the dreamlike face under the moonlight with even his gaze: "That dog you mentioned earlier, actually..."

Qin Xin: "The dog is not important. It’s not what I was thinking about."

With that, her vermilion lips closed tightly, falling into contemplation.

Ao Xinghao: "..."

Oh no, I’m the king of awkward silences again!