The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 906 - 780, Drunk_2

"Ssss~"

Daohua took a sip of tea and was immediately hit with a pungent spiciness, causing her to shiver. She grabbed the teapot to take a whiff and her face fell at once, "This is alcohol!"

She had drunk too hastily just now and took a rather large gulp; now her throat and stomach felt like they were on fire.

"What’s Xiao Yeyang thinking, putting wine in a teapot?"

Daohua found the teapot once more and drank two cups of tea before her thirst was quenched.

After finishing the tea, Daohua noticed several pieces of drawing paper on the desk and walked over.

Seeing that the paper bore her portrait, a thick smile quickly spread across Daohua’s face as she carefully flipped through them one by one.

After a while, Daohua started to feel dizzy, so she shook her head.

During the shake, she caught sight of a finely bound sketchbook on the neighboring bookshelf and thought it was another collection of paintings Xiao Yeyang made for her. Overjoyed, she quickly walked over to it.

Xiao Yeyang returned to the room just in time to see Daohua holding the sketchbook in her hands.

At this sight, Xiao Yeyang’s complexion changed in fright, and he quickly called out to Daohua. As she turned her head, he hurried over, set down the glass jar he was holding, and then swiftly snatched the sketchbook from her hands.

"What are you doing?" Daohua asked in surprise, looking at Xiao Yeyang.

Hiding the sketchbook behind him and with an awkward expression, Xiao Yeyang laughed sheepishly to change the subject, "Hey, I brought you the fireflies, take a look."

Daohua glanced at the glass jar, but because there were candles lit in the room, the fireflies’ glow seemed dulled and not very impressive. She looked away after a few moments.

"Fireflies are prettier outside; there’s no rush. Let me take a look at the sketchbook you made for me first."

Xiao Yeyang’s face grew stiff and awkward, "I haven’t finished it yet; you can see it another time."

Daohua insisted, "Let me see as far as you’ve painted."

Xiao Yeyang, looking helpless, said to Daohua, "You really can’t see this sketchbook right now. I promise, after we marry, I’ll let you see it, and even watch it with you."

Daohua, speechless, retorted, "What kind of sketchbook do I have to wait to see until we’re married? Stop playing tricks in front of me, hand it over." Saying so, she reached out to snatch the sketchbook hidden behind him.

Xiao Yeyang hurriedly backed away.

Seeing his reaction, Daohua grew even more curious. Coupled with the buzz from the alcohol, which made her feel excited, she didn’t particularly want to see it at first, but now she felt compelled to have a look. She moved several steps closer to Xiao Yeyang to grab the sketchbook from behind him.

Xiao Yeyang naturally retreated.

As they struggled, Daohua’s head grew fuzzier and her body swayed slightly.

Seeing this, Xiao Yeyang quickly reached out to support her, observing her flushed cheeks and the stronger alcohol scent on her, he couldn’t help but ask, "Why have you been drinking again?"

Daohua, massaging her temples, complained, "It’s all your fault, using a teapot for wine, making me take such a big gulp."

Xiao Yeyang glanced quickly at the teapot and wine pot on the table; they were distinctly different, and remembering how Daohua had consumed a fair amount of osmanthus wine during their game earlier, he couldn’t help but mix his laughter and tears as he said, "Little ancestor, it’s definitely because you’re drunk that you mistook the wine pot for the teapot."

With that, he tried to help her sit down.

Daohua shook off Xiao Yeyang’s hand, "I want to see the sketchbook," she said, her body swaying again.

Xiao Yeyang, concerned, supported her as she insisted, the liquor having been a strong spirit gifted by his Imperial Uncle, and Daohua was accustomed to only drinking fruit wines; she was likely drunk now. He coaxed her softly, "You’re drunk, let’s have a look next time, all right?"

Daohua shook her head, "No! I’m not drunk, I’m just a bit dizzy, don’t try to fool me." She then eyed Xiao Yeyang suspiciously, "I can’t see the sketchbook? Are you hiding something from me? Don’t tell me you’ve painted some other girl in it?"

Xiao Yeyang felt a headache coming on and quickly denied, "I have nothing to hide from you, and I definitely wouldn’t paint any other girl. It’s just... the painting isn’t done yet, it’s not suitable for you to see now."

The more he refused, the more Daohua wanted to see it, and she advanced again to snatch the sketchbook.

Xiao Yeyang, left without a choice, could only dodge and retreat.

She advanced, he retreated.

Until he had been backed into a corner.

Seeing Xiao Yeyang trapped with no way out, Daohua smirked triumphantly.

Whether it was the alcohol that emboldened her, or the dizziness that clouded her judgment, liberating her nature, she looked at Xiao Yeyang, who put up no resistance, and, with a surge of audacity, propped her left arm against the wall. Then she used her right hand to lift his chin, speaking in a teasing tone, "Well, well, whose handsome young master is this? Quite a fetching little thing, aren’t you!"