Feeling her head gently patted twice, Jiang Shuyi froze.

"Wen Yao."

With the hand that wasn't holding onto Wen Yao, she leaned against the wall, swaying as she tried to stand up.

But due to the alcohol and the fall she had just taken, her movements were very uncoordinated.

"Do you need help? Jiang Shuyi." Wen Yao's voice was dry and calm, sounding very comforting.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi shook her head and stood up.

She looked seriously at Wen Yao, "Didn't you just say that as long as I don't drink, we won't get a divorce?"

". . ."

Wen Yao looked at her dazed eyes, her tone as cold and calm as ever, "I never said that."

"But I really won't drink again in the future," Jiang Shuyi sniffled, trying to persuade her, "Please don't divorce me again..."

What a self-talking Alpha, Wen Yao thought.

"Let's go, Jiang Shuyi."

Wen Yao, somewhat tired of dealing with this drunk, didn't reply and helplessly pulled her out of the restaurant.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi tightly held Wen Yao's hand, not letting go.

As soon as they exited the restaurant, the wind was strong, and Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but let her nose run.

Wen Yao noticed the snot hanging from her nose and helplessly took out a tissue from her bag, wiping it on Jiang Shuyi's face.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi felt Wen Yao wiping her nose and looked at her in a daze.

Under the dim streetlight, a white snowflake began to fall between the two.

"It's snowing." Wen Yao said as she threw the tissue that had wiped Jiang Shuyi's nose into the trash can.

Jiang Shuyi watched the snowflakes fall from the sky, sneezed again, and then started looking at Wen Yao with longing.

Wen Yao frowned at the snot hanging from Jiang Shuyi's nose, "Jiang Shuyi, you're not doing this on purpose, are you?"

Jiang Shuyi, the whole Alpha, leaned her head against Wen Yao's shoulder as if seeking warmth, "...I'm so cold, Wen Yao."

Feeling Jiang Shuyi resting her head on her shoulder, Wen Yao's expression froze for a moment.

The snowflakes in the cold wind slowly surrounded the two.

Wen Yao looked down at Jiang Shuyi's profile, her throat slightly moving.

After a while, Wen Yao took off the scarf she had just wrapped around herself and wrapped it around the neck of the big Alpha leaning on her shoulder.

"Are you still cold?" Her tone carried a hint of sympathy for the drunk.

Perhaps if there were others around, they might even sense a touch of affection.

"...Not cold anymore," Jiang Shuyi subtly shook her head, fiddling with the fragrant scarf that smelled of roses. "I really like this scarf."

Wen Yao turned her gaze elsewhere, remaining silent for a few seconds before turning back. "Wait here, I'll go call a taxi."

Jiang Shuyi tightly held onto Wen Yao's hand, not letting go, her eyes filled with a sense of reluctance like a forsaken puppy.

"Jiang Shuyi, I'll be back in a moment." Wen Yao patted her hand.

"...... I don't want you to go." Tears began to well up in Jiang Shuyi's eyes.

She felt that they had just reconciled, and now Wen Yao was about to leave her again. Just thinking about it made her heart ache.

"I really won't drink anymore, you can't leave me..."

Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, making her look quite pitiful.

Wen Yao glanced at Jiang Shuyi's swollen, tear-stained eyes, paused in silence, and replied in a calm tone, "I'm just going to call a taxi."

". . ."

Jiang Shuyi completely didn't understand her words and stubbornly refused to let go of Wen Yao's hand.

Wen Yao knew that this Alpha was too drunk to think clearly, so she took her along to the main road.

". . ." After walking for a while, Jiang Shuyi finally felt more at ease.

She felt that although her body was very cold, her heart and hands were warm and comfortable.

Her mood suddenly improved, "Wife, we're walking down the street together."

". . ." Wen Yao looked at the proudly beaming Alpha and calmly replied in a low voice: 

"But I feel like I'm walking a dog."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi drooped her head in grievance.

She's calling me a dog again, she thought, not noticing Wen Yao's gentle expression beside her.

The snow wind was strong, and Jiang Shuyi quietly leaned her head against Wen Yao's shoulder again.

Their hands were tightly clasped together, and Jiang Shuyi felt very good, very happy...

---

...What's so good about it?

Jiang Shuyi's face turned red as she hung her head, looking hopelessly at her toes.

Ah, these toes could probably scratch out a Pentagon, she thought regretfully.

"I was wrong, Wen Yao," Jiang Shuyi swallowed hard, "I really was wrong..."

Jiang Shuyi couldn't bring herself to look at Wen Yao's face.

"I..." Jiang Shuyi's teeth trembled a bit.

Right now, she wanted to cry her heart out here with a mindset completely different from last night.

If last night's sorrow was fake, then today, she felt genuinely miserable.

Now she finally understood why so many people hated alcohol.

". . ."

And what was even sadder was that this memory turned into a blur after they waited for the taxi.

Her memory only went as far as getting into the taxi?

What happened after they got in the taxi?

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Jiang Shuyi lifted her head and looked at Wen Yao. "Um... Wen Yao, after we got into the taxi, I didn't do anything weird, right?"

Wen Yao rested her chin on her hand, coldly scrutinizing Jiang Shuyi.

"Yes."

Jiang Shuyi swallowed again, her pupils widening as she bit her lip tightly. "Huh?"

"Do you want to know?" Wen Yao's tone was heavy, her gaze stern.

Jiang Shuyi's breath hitched, and she covered her chest, "Ah, please don't."

"Maybe you shouldn't say it, Wen Yao, don't make me feel worse."

Feeling sad, Jiang Shuyi squatted down, thinking her toes couldn't take it anymore.

Wen Yao expressionlessly tidied up the table, "Alright then."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi completely didn't dare to reply to her.

"Come over and work on some problems." Wen Yao pointed to her desk.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi quickly nodded and sat over, stealing a guilty glance at Wen Yao's face.

"This is your homework for today." Wen Yao handed her a list.

Looking at the densely packed list, Jiang Shuyi's throat tightened. "Wen Yao, this—"

This was double the usual amount.

". . ." Wen Yao looked up at her, remaining silent.

Although she didn't say a word, Jiang Shuyi seemed to understand the anger in her eyes, ". . ."

This list was probably the punishment she deserved, Jiang Shuyi thought.

After all, she had behaved like a wild horse last night, so it was only normal for Wen Yao to want to punish her.

So, she honestly shrank her neck, "I'll do it..."

Watching Jiang Shuyi turn her head to do her homework, Wen Yao lowered her eyes, stopped writing, and coldly touched the mole on her neck.

---

A taxi pulled up in front of them, and Jiang Shuyi happily held Wen Yao's hand.

She felt like a truly happy Alpha with a complete family.

No one in the world was happier than me, Jiang Shuyi thought.

The two got into the taxi, and Wen Yao told the driver their home address.

After a while, as Jiang Shuyi gazed out at the scenery, drowsiness finally set in, and her eyes began to flutter open and closed.

The streetlights flickered across their faces, and Jiang Shuyi's body leaned against the car door due to gravity and acceleration.

As the car bumped along, her head bobbed like a spring ball against the window.

But even so, this Alpha still showed no signs of waking up, her mouth moving as if dreaming of something delicious.

Wen Yao couldn't help but sigh as she watched her. "Jiang Shuyi."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi didn't respond.

"Jiang Shuyi." Wen Yao called again.

Still no response.

Jiang Shuyi's head continued to bob against the window, and Wen Yao quietly reached over, gently pressing Jiang Shuyi's head onto her shoulder.

Jiang Shuyi opened her eyes slightly and then slowly closed them again.

Before long, the taxi arrived at the alley in front of Wen Yao's house.

Wen Yao shook Jiang Shuyi's shoulder, "Jiang Shuyi."

Jiang Shuyi slowly opened her eyes, seeming to be in a half-dreaming state, "Wen Yao."

"Can you get home?" Wen Yao confirmed.

"Mm." Jiang Shuyi seemed a bit awake and a bit not.

"Then you should let go of my hand." Wen Yao said.

"Oh."

Jiang Shuyi lowered her head, reluctantly releasing Wen Yao's hand.

"...This, you should give back to me." Wen Yao pointed to her neck.

Wen Yao was indicating for Jiang Shuyi to give her scarf back, it wasn't cold in the taxi, and she wouldn't need it once she got home.

But Jiang Shuyi stared blankly at Wen Yao's neck, as if she didn't quite understand what Wen Yao meant.

She only noticed that Wen Yao was wearing a white crew-neck shirt to match her sweater today.

The collar was a bit low, so the mole that was usually hidden and only vaguely visible was now exposed.

Wen Yao's gesture of pointing to her neck suddenly connected in Jiang Shuyi's mind with another image...

That was something from her childhood, back then, her mother also liked to point to her face, asking her to kiss her.

So, with her hazy eyes, Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao, feeling that she completely understood what Wen Yao meant.

She steadied herself against the taxi door and, without saying a word, kissed the delicate mole on Wen Yao's neck.

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