Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 220 : Living in a Drunken Stupor

After spending a lonely day by herself, when dinnertime arrived, Xifeng really couldn't stand the loneliness anymore. She picked up her phone and called Ye Zhenzhen, wanting Ye Zhenzhen to come home and chat with her for a while. Ye Zhenzhen lived right across from her home, so it would be very convenient for her to come over.

But when Xifeng got through to Ye Zhenzhen, the result left her completely stunned.

"Miss, I went out with the master today and I'm still outside."

Good job, Ye Zhenzhen, even you have betrayed the revolution.

Xifeng thought indignantly. These two conspirators had actually left her alone at home—it was too much.

When Bei Yaoyue came back tonight, she would definitely pin Bei Yaoyue down on the bed and teach her a lesson, making her understand the consequences of leaving her alone at home.

Xifeng felt she could write a book called "Waking Up to Find Myself Against the World."

"What did you guys go do?" Xifeng couldn't help asking.

"Uh..." Ye Zhenzhen looked like she wanted to speak but stopped herself. "The master won't let me say. Wait until she comes back and ask her yourself."

"Fine then."

Helplessly compromising, Xifeng was puzzled—what important matter couldn't she know about? Was it necessary to hide it from her like this?

So Xifeng could only return to her bedroom with nothing to do, staring blankly at her computer desktop, clicking here and there, not knowing what to do.

Xifeng felt she must be sick. She had contracted a strange disease called "can't live without Bei Yaoyue." Without Bei Yaoyue by her side, she found everything boring.

The clock hand pointed to eleven o'clock. Xifeng ended today's livestream, but Bei Yaoyue still hadn't returned. Her heart couldn't help but start getting anxious, but thinking that Ye Zhenzhen was with her, nothing serious should happen. She should wait a bit longer.

"Click."

Xifeng, who was restlessly sitting on the sofa playing on her phone, keenly caught the sound of a key being inserted into the lock from the front door. She looked up, but before she could feel joy, her gaze suddenly froze.

She saw Ye Zhenzhen bending over, supporting Bei Yaoyue who was a head shorter than her, walking through the door. Seeing Xifeng's dazed look, she immediately showed an awkward smile: "Good evening, Miss."

Bei Yaoyue was like a puppet being carried by Ye Zhenzhen with her right arm over the shoulder, half-dragged and half-carried into the house.

"Bei Yaoyue!?"

With an exclamation, Xifeng sprang up from the sofa like a spring, put on her slippers and rushed toward Bei Yaoyue who seemed to be in an unconscious state.

"Bei Yaoyue, how are you..."

Before she could finish her inquiry, the strong smell of alcohol that hit her nose made Xifeng instantly understand what had happened. She was all too familiar with this smell—she had often smelled it on her father when she was little.

Combined with Bei Yaoyue's flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, she had obviously drunk herself unconscious.

From the smell of alcohol, it could be determined that Bei Yaoyue hadn't been drinking beer, but hard liquor.

"How did she drink so much?" Xifeng couldn't help being stunned, and she remembered that Bei Yaoyue had never drunk hard liquor before. "What exactly did you guys do today?"

Ye Zhenzhen looked at Bei Yaoyue beside her with difficulty, scratched her head, and said awkwardly: "Miss, you should ask her yourself. If the master is willing to tell you, then let her tell you. If she's not willing to tell you, then if I say it now, I'll get scolded later."

Good grief, Ye Zhenzhen was clearly an old riddle master.

But Xifeng also understood that forcing Ye Zhenzhen to explain the situation would put her in a difficult position, so Xifeng didn't pursue it further. She went forward to help Ye Zhenzhen support Bei Yaoyue into the bedroom.

After safely helping Bei Yaoyue onto the bed, Ye Zhenzhen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her constantly tense muscles could finally relax for a while.

Drunk people were the heaviest, because drunk people completely didn't know how to support their own bodies and would just "hang" on the person carrying them, putting all their weight on the other person's shoulders. This caused Ye Zhenzhen, who had dragged Bei Yaoyue all the way from the residential complex entrance back upstairs, to be so tired she wanted to just lie on the ground and sleep.

Fortunately, Ye Zhenzhen had served in the military for two years and had developed a strong physique. This level of physical labor—if it had been the otaku Jiang Feng from her previous life, she probably would have gotten tired halfway and just dumped Bei Yaoyue in the elevator and come back by herself.

"Xi... feng..." Half-squinting her eyes, Bei Yaoyue called out intermittently with slurred speech. Those eyes that were always as clear as a lake were now completely clouded.

Even though her consciousness was in chaos, this name still clearly appeared in her mind.

"I'm here, I'm right beside you." Gently holding Bei Yaoyue's small hand, Xifeng said softly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable right now?"

Actually, this question didn't need to be asked to get an answer. Drinking to this extent, it would be strange if she didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Uncom... fortable..."

"Do you want to vomit? I'll go get a basin if you want to vomit."

"No... need..."

Ye Zhenzhen on the side felt like a shining light bulb, so embarrassed she didn't know where to put her hands. So she spoke up: "Miss, is there anything you need me to help with?"

Xifeng was stunned, only then realizing there was a forgotten person beside her. She then said: "Sister Zhenzhen, you should go back first. I'll take care of her."

The next thing would definitely be helping Bei Yaoyue undress. How could she let an outsider like Ye Zhenzhen enjoy such a nosebleed-inducing fan service scene?

"Uh... are you really okay by yourself?" Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help asking. Her young miss's strength could be described as "powerless as a chicken" and that would be insulting to chickens—chickens were much stronger than the miss.

At least when a chicken pecked your hand, it could still peck out a wound. When the miss punched you in the chest, it really was just at the level of "little fists pounding your chest."

"It's fine, it's fine. You go back. Thank you for taking care of my inconsiderate sister today. It's getting late, so hurry back and rest."

Hearing that Xifeng was giving her the order to leave, Ye Zhenzhen couldn't say anything more. She could only bid farewell to Xifeng and turn to leave the room.

Although she said she didn't need Ye Zhenzhen's help, thinking about having to settle the completely intoxicated Bei Yaoyue by herself, Xifeng had a splitting headache. Her desire to send Ye Zhenzhen away was just due to some unclear emotion—she didn't want any other person to see Bei Yaoyue's naked body.

If she had to put it into words, it was probably... she would be jealous if others saw Bei Yaoyue's body?