The sea was calm, and the warship sailed safely in the direction of the navy headquarters.
"Teacher, why did you drink so much?"
In the corridor of the warship, Ain was holding a cup of tea for sobering up, complaining as he walked.
Last night, Zefa and Zeon were extremely excited, probably because they hadn't seen each other for a long time. They drank more than half of the wine stored on the warship. They drank from seven to eight o'clock until three or four o'clock in the morning. No matter how much Ain tried to persuade them, it was useless.
If the two of them hadn't been so drunk that they fell to the ground, Ain estimated that they would have finished all the wine in the reserve.
Poor Ain. The two men were so drunk that she had to carry them back to their rooms.
The method of lifting Ze was still alright, but the teacher was drunk and unconscious. He fell asleep immediately after he was carried back.
It was a little awkward to lift Zayen.
When Ain thought about it now, he couldn't help but blush and his heart beat faster.
Yesterday, when he was helping Zeon back to his room, he staggered. It was unknown if his big hand had found the right direction, but it was specifically attacking Zeon's upper and lower parts.
However, looking at the drunk Zen, Ain couldn't get angry. She panicked and wanted to carry him back.
As soon as he got on the bed, Zen didn't sleep obediently. He pulled Ain and said that he wanted to sleep with him. Ain was so angry that he threw a punch and fled from Zen's room in a panic.
"Did I injure him?"
Aine was a little flustered. The sun was already high up in the sky, and Zefa had already woken up. Only Zen's door hadn't moved at all.
In his anxiety and worry, he did not care about Teacher Zefa's ambiguous gaze. Ain took the sobering tea and walked to Zefa's room, afraid that something would happen to him.
bang
He knocked lightly, but there was no movement in the room. This made Ain even more panicked.
But thinking about it, I didn't use much strength yesterday, right? He wouldn't hurt him, right?
He gently pushed the door open, and the sunlight shining through the window lit up the room. Zayen was half-naked, and his blanket was lifted off the floor. He hugged a pillow and fell asleep, as peaceful as a pig.
Seeing that Zayen was fine, Ain quickly heaved a sigh of relief, but then he started complaining.
"This person doesn't sleep well. He doesn't even cover himself with a blanket. What if he catches a cold?"
Ain muttered as he put down the tea in his hand.
After looking at it for a while, she tiptoed to the bed, hugged her cheek, and sized up Zene with her beautiful eyes.
Zayen waited in silence, and waited for a while. Finally, he opened his eyes impatiently. Looking at Ain's fascinated look, he raised his eyebrows and teased,
"Have you seen enough?"
"No, I haven't."
Ain subconsciously replied, but he instantly reacted. Covering his flushed face, he pointed at Zayen and said anxiously,
"Why are you awake?"
"Hahahaha!"
Zayen finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He held his stomach and laughed, and the muscles on his upper body moved along with him.
In fact, Zen had already woken up. The invisible perception of the killing intent fluctuation was not to be trifled with. The moment Ain approached the door, Zen sensed it.
He pretended not to wake up because he was embarrassed.
He was indeed a little drunk yesterday, but only a little. He wasn't as drunk as Zefa, but at least he was still conscious.
He wanted to test Aine, but he didn't expect Aine to be so innocent. He didn't even consider whether Zen was pretending to be drunk and allowed Zen to touch him without resisting.
"No, I didn't. There's no trouble…"
Ain's fair face instantly turned red. She was afraid that Zain would remember what happened yesterday, so her voice trembled.
"Do you have nothing else to say besides this?”
Ain retracted his hand and twirled his hair. He was a little worried and a little expectant.
"Huh? Didn't you carry me back yesterday? Is there anything else?"
Zayen pretended not to know and scratched his head.
"No, no, you were drunk yesterday. I carried you back and left."
Seeing that Zayen didn't remember, Ain heaved a sigh of relief, but a trace of resentment rose in his heart.
Bastard, I've already figured it out for you yesterday, but you actually dare to forget about it!!!!
"This is?"
Zayen saw Ain's expression and naturally knew what the girl was thinking.
But now was not the time. He stretched and pointed at the bowl on the table.
"Ah, this is the sobering tea."
Ain exclaimed and patted his head. He quickly walked over and picked up the bowl.
"You drank too much yesterday. I smelled alcohol just now. Drink it quickly."
Zayen took the teacup, feeling a little touched.
This ship was full of men. They were good at competing in alcohol, but it was impossible to make sobering tea.
This tea was most likely made by the girl herself. In the small bowl, there was a strong affection from the girl.
Zayen met Ain's expectant gaze, raised his bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking it, he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows."This sobering tea isn't bitter at all. Instead, it's like sweet tea. It tastes good."
"I know you're afraid of bitterness, so I added a little sugar."
Ain said nonchalantly as he fiddled with his hands.
Warmth filled Zene's heart, and he reached out to hold Ain's little hand. With a gentle pull, Ain fell into Zene's arms.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。