After Playing the Fool and Marrying the Blind Villain [Transmigration]

Juice?

He was blind, his nose wasn’t broken.

Bo Yueming could hear that Pei Yi was telling a fib, and a trace of helplessness flickered over his expression. “Yeah? Is the juice good?”

“…….”

Pei Yi felt that there was a hint of “teasing” in Bo Yueming’s tone, and his cheeks went slightly hot.

Uncle Kai saw Pei Yi’s silent, guilty appearance and smiled to smooth things over, “Second Young Master, I think there is quite a lot left in the wine glass in Little Sir’s hand, so he likely regarded it as juice and tried it.”

After all, he was only a little fool who was ignorant about things. It was understandable that he couldn’t tell the difference between grape juice and wine.

Bo Yueming could read between the lines and hear the protection in Uncle Kai’s words. He was originally afraid that Pei Yi would get drunk and make a bungle of things, separating from him and offending guests that shouldn’t be provoked. Now that nothing had happened, there was naturally no need to come after him too hard.

Bo Yueming didn’t take a stance, nor did he blame Pei Yi. “All right, put things down and let’s go back.”

Pei Yi endured grudgingly. “Oh.”

Bo Yueming tried his best to discern his tone, and said probingly, “If you really like to drink……juice, it’s all right to take the ones in the living room cabinet in the future.”

Drink as much as he wanted?

Pei Yi thought of the precious wines that filled that wall, and almost blurted out his answer. He pursed his lips, forcing himself to avoid Bo Yueming’s “trap.”

“Not tasty, want milk.”

The humming and chirping cuteness was mixed with a trace of inexplicable and unclear grievance.

En, the grievance of not being able to drink.

There was a touch of fun at the tip of Bo Yueming’s heart, and he feigned serenity, saying, “Okay, let’s go home.”

Uncle Kai gently supported his elbow and asked in a low voice, “Second Young Master, you’ve only been here for an hour, are you really going to go back like this? Don’t you want to greet the Old Sir?”

Bo Yueming turned around. “No need. Let’s go.”

The two had originally appeared as pawns, and there were two incidents in just one hour. Perhaps Old Mr. Bo would not have a good reaction if he saw him now.

Uncle Kai was wholeheartedly devoted to Bo Yueming, and didn’t forget to hint to Pei Yi, “Little Sir, keep up.”

Pei Yi had no objection, and silently followed behind the two of them.

. . . . . .

The insurance company had already been called to take pictures of the car.

Naturally, Bo Yueming didn’t need to worry about these trifles. Uncle Kai helped him sit in the back seat, and turned around to see that Pei Yi’s cheeks were unnaturally flushed.

“Little Sir, are you hot?”

“Ah?”

Focusing his eyes, Pei Yi shook his head and got into the car.

As soon as the car’s air-conditioning blew adequately, Pei Yi suddenly realized a serious problem—

He seemed to be a little drunk?

In the real world, he was the king of alcohol, but the original owner was obviously a good baby who didn’t drink.

It was just that after drinking more than one glass of wine, this little while, it suddenly went to his head? He didn’t know if his current physique could resist alcohol, or if he would get drunk and talk nonsense later!

Pei Yi’s thoughts were a mess, and he tried twice to put the seatbelt on.

Bo Yueming seemed to have noticed something, and frowned slightly. “Pei Yi?”

Pei Yi responded with a low hum, and he couldn’t hear any problems for the time being.

“It’s nothing.”

Bo Yueming withdrew his attention and instructed the driver to drive.

. . . . . .

The hotel was about a forty minute drive from Bo Manor. Bo Yueming didn’t speak, and uncle Kai and the driver sitting in the front row also kept absolutely silent.

Pei Yi gradually felt the drunkenness go to his head, and silently pinched his palm in an effort to stay awake.

It was just that the light in the car was so dim, the air-conditioning neutralized the heat of the wine, and the ups and downs of driving made him drowsy.

Pei Yi only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and then there was a deep, steady call.

 “Pei Yi.”

“Ah?”

Pei Yi, who had been sleeping restlessly, suddenly woke up. He leaned forward and was dragged back by the seat belt, becoming even dizzier.

“Little Sir, we’re home.” Uncle Kai turned around and informed him of the situation before opening the front door.

“……”

Home?

Where was home?

Pei Yi gazed into the darkness outside the window. His thoughts seemed to be entangled by invisible vines, unable to extend an inch further. “Wu.”

Bo Yueming heard this uncommon muffled sound and paused.

The unfastened seat belt in his hand was quickly withdrawn with a slight click, but in the relatively quiet environment, it was enough to draw Pei Yi’s attention.

Pei Yi looked over like a curious kitten.

In the dim light, he traced Bo Yueming’s profile bit by bit, and his brain, which was working a few beats slower, strained to recall some fragments.

The impulse to drink had just been unleashed.

Pei Yi tried to move in the low car, but could only move a step or two. Uncle Kai, who got out of the car first, opened the door on Bo Yueming’s side

Swish—

The sudden sound of the door opening startled the drunk Pei Yi. His body’s center of gravity was thrown off, and he leaned directly into Bo Yueming’s body.

“…….Hmm.”

“……..”

Extremely soft lips rubbed against his Adam’s apple.

Bo Yueming’s expression suddenly changed, and his first reaction was to fumble the car door closed again, blocking the possible gazes of Uncle Kai and the driver.

He didn’t like to be encroached on by anyone, nor touched, and naturally didn’t allow others to look.

“Pei Yi!”

Bo Yueming’s tone of voice was a bit heavy.

This was already the second time that Pei Yi had casually touched his Adam’s apple, and at this moment, a strange heat was rising.

As the chief culprit, Pei Yi hadn’t noticed yet. Relying on instinct, he continuously rubbed against Bo Yueming’s shoulder and chest in a dizzy state.

Because the suit’s fabric was cool, it made his alcohol-heated face very comfortable.

“…….”

Pei Yi simply huddled in his arms, clingier than the two cats he had come into contact with before.

Bo Yueming’s throat rolled heavily, and the hand that was originally going to push Pei Yi’s head fell, the fingertips lightly brushing the other’s hair as they landed steadily and accurately on the soft flesh on the back of his neck, where there was a small mole.

And then, Bo Yueming made a small provocation that he himself didn’t realize—

He pinched him in punishment.

As expected, the person in his arms uttered a little whimper like a cat meowing, and shrank his neck sensitively.

The corners of Bo Yueming’s mouth curled up, and he quickly shelved that incongruous behavior. “Pei Yi, we’re home. You need to get out of the car.”

A familiar voice rang in his ears.

Pei Yi’s alcohol-melted thoughts connected for a few seconds, and he quickly raised his head. “Bo, Bo Manor, get out of the car?”

Bo Yueming gave a hum of affirmation and determined, “You’re drunk.”

The competitive heart in Pei Yi’s bones broke out, and he denied it. “I’m not!”

Bo Yueming didn’t intend to talk about the truth with the little drunk cat in his arms, so he gave instructions one by one, “Then get off me, open the door, and get out of the car. Then go back to the room to rest.”

“Oh.”

Pei Yi attempted to straighten up, but he couldn’t open the door no matter what.

Fortunately, Uncle Kai, who was guarding the door, was instructed to open the car door, and reached out to help the crumbling Pei Yi. “Second Young Master, the Little Sir is……”

Bo Yueming had no choice but to say, “Drunk. Take him upstairs to the bedroom first, and get him some hangover medicine or soup.”

Uncle Kai supported Pei Yi. He was still worried about Bo Yueming’s inconvenient eyesight, and said, “Second Young Master, you……”

Bo Yueming loosened his suit tie casually. “No rush, just ask the driver to stay and help me.”

“All right.”

. . . . . .

A chime sounded at exactly nine o’clock in the evening.

Having just washed up, Bo Yueming fumbled out of the bathroom. After he fell in the bathroom last time, Uncle Kai had put down a thicker and more non-slip mat.

Bo Yueming could feel it, and also acquiesced to this behavior.

“Meow-wu~”

Inspector had gotten into the bedroom at some point, and bit the hem of his bathrobe, meowing softly.

Bo Yueming instinctively lowered his eyes. He obviously couldn’t see anything, but with Inspector’s cry, the scene in the car was automatically sketched out in his mind.

Drunk Pei Yi was softer than a cat.

His Adam’s apple itched inexplicably after taking a hot shower, and Bo Yueming rubbed it several times, which barely stopped the itching.

“Meow~”

Inspector was still calling out under his feet.

Bo Yueming guessed that it wanted to go back to the room to sleep, and after thinking about it, he took a step. “Let’s go, I’ll take you back to Pei Yi’s bedroom.”

“Ao!”

Inspector agreed and, tilting its head to bite his bathrobe, it tried to lead him out of the room.

With this little kitten helping to “find the way,” Bo Yueming walked the distance according to his memory, moving steadily to the door of Pei Yi’s room.

“Little Sir, it’s best to take hangover medicine before going to sleep. It isn’t bitter.” 

“Not drunk, won’t eat.”

Pei Yi’s unhappy resistance, along with Uncle Kai’s helpless persuasion, reached Bo Yueming’s ears.

Walking in front, Inspector pushed open the crack of the door and went in. Jumping promptly onto the end of the bed, it called out to Pei Yi coquettishly.

Uncle Kai noticed Bo Yueming standing at the door, and quickly got up. “Second Young Master.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Little Sir lost his temper. He insists he is not drunk, and is refusing to take the hangover medicine no matter what.”

Bo Yueming said without thinking, “Give me the hangover medicine, I’ll do it.”

Uncle Kai was surprised for a moment, but soon placed the medicine bottle into Bo Yueming’s hand. “One pill is enough. There is also warm water on the bedside table.”

Bo Yueming became aware of his unconscious decision, and pretended to be calm. “Uncle Kai, you must be tired too. Go back to your room early and rest.”

“All right.”

Uncle Kai was a discerning person, so he gave up the bedroom space without further ado.

The drunken Pei Yi completely ignored the conversation between master and servant.

His ankles were tickled by the cat fur, and he was sitting on the bed right now, dodging Inspector for a while to play.

“Pei Yi.”

Bo Yueming approached slowly, and didn’t come to a stop until his knees touched the edge of the bed.

Pei Yi raised his eyes to look at the tall figure beside the bed, and his blurry eyes seemed to have suddenly discovered something interesting. Without any scruples, he reached out his hand and pulled Bo Yueming to sit down.

“…….”

The defenseless Bo Yueming practically fell down on the edge of the bed. The medicine bottle in his hand made a rustling sound, and in the next second, Pei Yi’s cool fingertips had already touched his Adam’s apple.

“Here, it’s so red.”

He earnestly called his attention to it, with a bit of ambiguous teasing that only adults were aware of.

Bo Yueming moved his body away with a bit of rare embarrassment. “Don’t move around, do you still know who I am?”

“I know.” Pei Yi withdrew his hand and nodded, the title rolling off the tip of his tongue, “Er, Er-ge.”

Bo Yueming was taken aback. “Er-ge.”

He had originally thought the other party accidentally addressed him wrong in the banquet hallway, but anyhow, nobody had ever called him that.

“En.”

Calling his full name was too familiar, calling him Yueming was too intimate, and calling him Second Young Master was too strange. Calling him husband…..he wasn’t allowed.

Pei Yi went through the options in his head and gave a nasal hum. “Can’t I?”

Hearing his drunken tone, Bo Yueming blindly opened the medicine bottle and instructed him, “Call me what you want. You must take the hangover medicine now.”

Pei Yi firmly believed that he was not drunk. “I won’t!”

Bo Yueming poured a pill into the palm of his hand. “It’s fine not to take it. Then don’t stay in this room tonight, lest you drunkenly disturb me in the middle of the night.”

Inspector followed suit: “Meow-wu~”

Pei Yi hit a dead end.

He looked at a person and a cat who hand ganged up against him, and an inexplicable idea burst out in his muddled mind—

It really is an evil villain and his…..cat!

He, a cannon fodder, was temporarily defeated.

Pei Yi realized that his hand was on Inspector, so he took the initiative to grab Bo Yueming’s wrist, targeted the pill in his palm, and swallowed it.

Pressing his soft lips against the palm of the other’s hand, he quickly inhaled the pill, and at the same time, the tip of his tongue touched a small area of his palm.

The heat and moisture passed in a flash.

“……”

Bo Yueming didn’t expect Pei Yi to take the medicine like this. He had never felt that his sense of touch was so sensitive, and his breathing unconsciously stalled out.

Pei Yi swallowed the bitter pill dry, so accustomed to it that he didn’t even drink the warm water on the bedside table.

He looked at Bo Yueming, who hadn’t reacted, and reported, “Ate it.”

“En.”

Bo Yueming cupped his palms together and suppressed his surging emotions. “Hungry? Did you have anything to eat at the banquet tonight?”

Pei Yi shook his head. “Sleepy.”

“All right, then you go to sleep.”

Bo Yueming got up quickly, and it took a few beats before he found the door and left.

Pei Yi watched the door close on his back, and rolled up in the blanket to lay down, not forgetting to dazedly command Inspector, “Go!”

“Meow~wu!”

Inspector approached the head of the bed from the right side, saw its target, and pounced lightly to slap down its paw.

—Smack!

The room was plunged into darkness. What good little expert at turning off the lights.

When Bo Yueming left Pei Yi’s bedroom, his initial tranquility instantly vanished, and he hurriedly forward at a disordered pace, as if fleeing something.

He rubbed his palm vigorously with his fingertips, but couldn’t wipe away the wet warmth.

“Second Young Master?”

Uncle Kai’s call came suddenly, and Bo Yueming, who was still lost in thought, was so startled that he actually froze. “……Uncle Kai?”

“It’s me.”

Uncle Kai stepped forward to hold his elbow, as usual. “I feared that Little Sir would act drunkenly and refuse to cooperate, so I waited for you here in the living room.

Bo Yueming lowered his hands and resolutely didn’t leak any clues. “He’s already asleep. You go back to the room and rest, I don’t need anything here.”

Uncle Kai sent Bo Yueming back to his bedroom. “Okay. Second Young Master, then you should go to bed a little earlier.”

Bo Yueming nodded slightly, then stopped as he suddenly remembered something. “Uncle Kai.”

Having walked to the door, Uncle Kai stopped. “En?”

“Tell the kitchen not to buy mango products in the future, in case…..”

Bo Yueming closed the hands hanging by his sides, and enjoined with apparent casualness, “Pei Yi is allergic to it.”