Drunken Ascension

They first met in the southwestern rainforest. Qiao Ling thought the woman was composed and levelheaded, while Yan Jiu thought the man was agile and quick to react.

When they met again, Yan Jiu gave Qiao Ling an earful.

Later

Qiao Ling: “A-Jiu, I’m hurt.”

Ren Jiujiu: “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear it.”

Qiao Ling slipped an arm around the young woman’s waist and gave a gentle tug, drawing her toward him. Like a chick pecking at grain, he gave the corner of her mouth a quick kiss.

Qiao Ling raised an eyebrow as he watched her stare blankly, both surprised and amused.

“Looks like our reporter Yan isn’t always able to handle every situation with ease.”

The affection in his voice was impossible to miss.