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Chapter 571: Would You Be Fond of Me?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Zhang Yichen was very drunk indeed. He had his eyes closed. The alcohol had put him in a very uncomfortable state. He hadn’t drunk freely like that for a very long time.

Earlier, Huo Yangxiu came up to check on him. She was touched to find Huo Jinyao in the room looking after her son.

She was not young and energetic anymore. She flew to Rong City early that the morning and at this moment, she was already feeling tired. Huo Jinyao told her to go back to her room and take some rest, that he would be looking after Zhang Yichen so he did not have to worry.

Xia brought the soup into the room. Without thinking too much, Huo Jinyao called Zhang Yichen’s name and prepared to give him the soup. As the latter did not respond, he had to help him up and get him to drink the soup.

All Su Peizhen wanted to know was that Zhang Yichen had the soup.

She watched Zhang Yichen drink the soup for a moment.

She heard about that kind of drug before but had never tried it. She wouldn’t try it on herself in any case, so she had no idea exactly how effective it would be.

By the time Xia left the room, Su Peizhen had already left.

The room was quiet. Huo Jinyao stood by Zhang Yichen’s bedside, looking at him with both concern and curiosity in his eyes.

Did he misunderstand him or...?

The man on the bed didn’t seem to notice him at all. Huo Jinyao spent a moment observing him and then prepared to leave. But at that very moment, Zhang Yichen opened his eyes.

“Uncle, how do you feel?”

Zhang Yichen was still drunk and not yet sober. He thought he was looking at Su Qingsang.

Huo Jinyao had called him “Uncle” in a very soft voice. His voice sounded familiar to him. He felt like he had heard it somewhere before.

He tried to open his eyes wider to see the person more clearly. But under the effects of the drug and the alcohol, the desire that was buried deep inside him became aroused.

“Qingsang?”

On hearing her name, Huo Jinyao gave a slight start. He examined Zhang Yichen’s face and asked him again, with a very gentle voice, “Uncle, you called me what?”

Zhang Yichen couldn’t hear him clearly. He felt that the voice was coming from a long distance away, but at the same time, he felt as though “she” was whispering right beside his ear.

He was drugged. What he had taken wasn’t an aphrodisiac drug. Instead, it was something that stimulated the desire he had hidden deep down inside him.

He blinked, trying to see the person in front of him more clearly. He couldn’t though, not really.

Huo Jinyao took a step forward. Standing by the bedside, he took a closer look at Zhang Yichen’s face. In Zhang Yichen’s eyes, his face became more and more blurry.

“Uncle, who are you calling?”

“Qingsang.”

Normally, alcohol wouldn’t possibly cause Zhang Yichen to lose control of himself, no matter how much he drank. But at that very moment, the longing in his heart was indeed spiraling out of control.

All of a sudden, he reached out and grasped Huo Jinyao’s wrist.

His movement was so sudden that Huo Jinyao didn’t manage to react in time. He fell forward into Zhang Yichen.

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