Chapter 201: The Little Loli Who Never Grows Up

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The plane landed in Zurich at 8 p.m. local time.

Wenjing leaned back in her chair, looking out the porthole, still in a daze.

Seventeen hours.

From Changsha to Shanghai, and from Shanghai to Zurich.

Two flights and one transfer, totaling nearly seventeen hours of flying time, Wenjing never imagined she could sit on a plane for so long.

"Finally landed, my back and legs are sore and numb."

Zhao Yanxi stretched out a big yawn and raised her arms above her head.

"Me too……"

Wenjing responded quietly, stretching her stiff neck.

Lin Man in the front row had already stood up and was taking something from the luggage rack.

Hua Qing also looked exhausted; fairies aren't good at long-distance flying...

Baima was the last to wake up.

The little girl was curled up in her seat, covered with a thin blanket, with only a small section of her fluffy head showing.

"Pema, we've arrived."

Ding Heng reached out and gently patted her head.

"Well……"

Pema peeked half her face out from under the thin blanket, her eyes not yet fully open, her hair a mess.

"Arrived? Where?"

"Zurich, you forgot after a good night's sleep?"

"Oh……"

Baima buried her face back into the thin blanket, mumbling indistinctly, "Just five more minutes."

Ding Heng ignored her and directly lifted the thin blanket.

Baima was forced to sit up: "Brother..."

She grumbled and complained as she hurriedly put on her coat.

After everyone disembarked from the plane, thanks to Lin Man's prior arrangements, they quickly passed through customs without inspection and boarded a Mercedes-Benz van.

The driver was a local man in his forties who spoke English with a German accent. He was quite nice and helped load all the luggage into the car.

The car drove onto the highway, and outside the window was an endless expanse of darkness.

Occasionally, a few lights would flash by in the distance, representing farmhouses scattered among the hills, lonely and quiet.

Baima leaned against the car window, feeling sleepy again, her head slowly drooping down.

Wenjing sat to the side and quickly reached out to gently support Baima's head, letting her lean on her shoulder.

Twenty minutes later, the car entered the city of Zurich.

The city lights began to come on, and the Limmat River flowed quietly in the night, its banks outlined by the lights, ancient and elegant.

Zhao Yanxi and Baima leaned against the car windows on either side, sighing repeatedly.

The car eventually stopped in front of an old building.

The doorman opened the car door, and everyone got out one after another.

Zhao Yanxi looked up at the hotel entrance and read out the tongue-twisting name.

"Baur au Lac……"

She turned to Lin Man and asked, "Sister Man, did you book the hotel?"

"Um."

Lin Man introduced, "It's one of the best hotels in Zurich, with a history of over two hundred years. Wagner and Tchaikovsky both stayed there."

Zhao Yanxi blinked: "Tchaikovsky? The one who wrote Swan Lake?"

"right."

Lin Man joked, "Sister Qing should know better, right?"

Hua Qing smiled awkwardly; she really wasn't as knowledgeable in this area as Lin Man...

Upon entering the hotel, everyone sat down in the lobby.

Lin Man walked to the front desk and communicated with the staff in English.

Baima finally woke up completely, stood on tiptoe and leaned over the counter, curiously watching Lin Man complete the procedures.

A few minutes later, Lin Man returned with several room keys, her expression subtle.

"Um... I have something to tell everyone."

All eyes turned to her.

"The deluxe suites need to be booked well in advance, and they were all booked when I tried to make a reservation, so I can only stay in the standard suites for the next two days."

Lin Man waved the room key in her hand: "Two people per room, we'll make do for two nights, and then we'll move to Lucerne the day after tomorrow for a better place."

Hua Qing was speechless for a moment...

Was it because Ding Heng raised their threshold too high?

Are the suites in some of the world's top hotels just "make do" for two nights?

Lin Man continued, "How about we divide the rooms? There are six of us, so three rooms. Bai Ma and I will share one, Yan hope, you and Wen Jing will share one, and Sister Qing, you and the boss will share one..."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Zhao Yanxi interrupted her, her expression playful: "Sister Man, you've already made all the arrangements? Didn't you even ask everyone's opinions?"

Lin Man looked completely innocent: "Then how do you suggest we divide it?"

Zhao Yanxi crossed her arms and started counting on her fingers.

"Six people, one man and five women, no matter how you divide them, someone will have to share a room with a man."

The group stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Seeing that no one responded, Zhao Yanxi simply said, "The old way! Draw lots, it's fair and just, and nobody should have any objections."

She took out a deck of cards from her bag, skillfully unfolded and shuffled them with practiced ease.

Wenjing knows her best friend best, and immediately snatched the card.

"I'll wash it. No cheating allowed."

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Zhao Yanxi said helplessly, "The one with the highest rank is in a group with Ding Heng, the one with the lowest rank is in a group with Bai Ma, the two in the middle are in a group, and I'll draw the last card."

After Wenjing shuffled the cards, Lin Man generously reached out first and drew a 10 of clubs from the deck.

Hua Qing was the second, and drew a King of Spades.

Wenjing is the third, and she plays an Ace of Diamonds.

The last one, Zhao Yanxi, is the Queen of Hearts, which is neither too big nor too small.

The girls continued discussing their room allocation plan, and Baima jokingly asked Ding Heng a question.

"Brother, why don't you choose for yourself?"

"It's okay, I sometimes want to take a break."

"Hey... could it be that you can't handle it, brother?"

"It has nothing to do with whether you can handle it or not. You'd get tired of eating the finest delicacies every day."

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Ding Heng raised his hand, preparing to give Bai Ma a tap on the forehead as usual.

This time, Baima was smarter; she dodged to the side and became even more verbally aggressive.

"Brother, you're getting anxious! You're getting anxious! You're getting anxious!"

Ding Heng reached out to grab her, but Bai Ma nimbly squatted down, slipped under his hand, hid behind Lin Man, and poked half her head out to make a face at him.

"Lulu lulu..."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated, and too lazy to argue with her, so he patted his pants and got up.

"Let's go eat first."

The restaurant near the hotel was booked in advance by Lin Man; it was a traditional Swiss restaurant located on the banks of the Limmat River.

Everyone took their seats, and the waiter handed them the menus.

Zhao Yanxi took it and opened it, her expression changing from anticipation to confusion, and then from confusion to bewilderment.

"What...what are all of these?"

The menu was in German and French, with a few lines of English annotations, but it was like gibberish to her.

Lin Man took the menu and glanced at it.

"Let me order."

She communicated with the waiter in English, speaking slowly but clearly, pausing occasionally to think and asking a few questions.

Zhao Yanxi rested her chin on her hand and looked at her: "Sister Man, how come your English is so good?"

"What's so good about it? We can barely communicate."

Lin Man put down the menu: "I considered studying abroad when I was a sophomore. At that time, my IELTS score was 6.5, which was barely enough."

"Is an IELTS score of 6.5 considered barely passing?"

Zhao Yanxi clicked her tongue twice, then turned to Wenjing: "Little Jingjing, aren't you good at English?"

When Wenjing was called on, she smiled shyly and said, "I... I'm only good at taking exams; my spoken English isn't very good..."

Zhao Yanxi then looked at Hua Qing: "Where's Sister Hua Qing?"

"All I can do is dance."

Hua Qing took a sip of water, her face looking somewhat embarrassed.

As an art student, her academic level was only slightly better than Baima's, and she had even less time to practice English.

Zhao Yanxi was deliberately bringing up a sore spot.

Realizing she had made a slip of the tongue, Zhao Yanxi gave an awkward laugh and quickly changed the subject.

"Brother Ding Heng, what about you?"

"I?"

Ding Heng smiled calmly: "It's alright, barely usable..."

Because his intelligence had been increased by a significant amount, learning a language was almost cost-free for Ding Heng.

Especially English, I have had a certain foundation since I was a child.

Although I haven't interacted with foreigners before, I predict that basic communication won't be a problem.

The dishes were served one after another.

The first course was cheese fondue, a small copper pot placed on an alcohol stove, with cheese bubbling and releasing a rich aroma of alcohol.

The waiter placed a basket of chopped bread pieces next to them, indicating that they should use long forks to dip the bread in cheese.

Zhao Yanxi forked a piece of bread, dipped it into the pot and stirred it, coating it with a thick layer of cheese, and put it in her mouth.

He chewed twice, then his expression froze.

"this……"

She swallowed, then chewed twice, as if trying to discern the taste in her mouth.

"What does it taste like?"

Wenjing asked curiously.

Zhao Yanxi put down her fork, picked up her water glass, and took a big gulp.

"How should I put it... it's like, it's salty and sour, and it also has a bit of an alcoholic smell, it's just weird."

Lin Man smiled, forked a piece of bread, dipped it in cheese, and slowly put it into her mouth.

"Swiss cheese fondue uses Gruyère and Emmental cheeses, cooked with white wine and cherry brandy. It might not be the first time you try it, but you'll get used to it after a few bites."

After hearing a long string of strange terms, Zhao Yanxi felt completely bewildered.

She picked up a piece again with some skepticism, this time dipping it in less water, and slowly chewed it.

As he chewed, his brow gradually relaxed: "It seems... alright?"

Lin Man poured her another small glass of fruit wine: "Drink this with your wine to cut through the richness."

Zhao Yanxi took a sip of fruit wine, then a bite of cheese bread, and her eyes lit up.

"Hey! It really is!"

Wenjing imitated Zhao Yanxi, forking a piece of bread, dipping it in cheese, and putting it in her mouth.

He chewed twice, his expression subtle.

He chewed twice more, swallowed, then picked up his water glass, took a sip, and said nothing.

Hua Qing only ate a small piece throughout the entire meal, and then started eating the salad that came with it.

Baima accepted everything offered and ate even more heartily than Zhao Yanxi, stuffing her little mouth full.

The main course was Swiss roasted potatoes with beef sausage; it looked simple, but tasted quite good.

After finishing the last bite, Zhao Yanxi slumped back in her chair and patted her stomach contentedly.

"It's alright, it's better than I expected."

"After all, the price is what it is..."

Lin Man put down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth with a napkin: "European food is quite different from that in China, so you may have to get used to it gradually. Especially in Switzerland, there are only a few traditional dishes, and you'll get tired of them after a couple of days. You can find a Chinese restaurant to improve your meals later."

Wenjing said, "If all else fails, we can go to the Chinese supermarket to buy some ingredients. I can cook..."

"Oh right, I almost forgot we have a chef on our team, Xiaojing, I want to eat..."

Just as Zhao Yanxi was about to excitedly order food, Ding Heng immediately hit her on the head with a hammer.

"Are you planning to treat Wenjing like a babysitter when we go out to have fun?"

"What nanny... Xiao Jingjing is a woman who could be my mother."

After saying that, she shamelessly called out to Wenjing, "Mom, I want to eat boiled fish in a couple of days, you should be able to, right?"

"Yan hope...!"

She was quiet and straightforward, but blushed with embarrassment.

After finishing dinner and returning to the hotel, it was almost ten o'clock.

No one planned to go out for sightseeing; after a flight of more than ten hours, everyone was exhausted.

But he didn't go back to his room to sleep immediately.

Zhao Yanxi suggested going to Ding Heng's room for a while. Lin Man was the first to respond, Wen Jing naturally didn't refuse, and Hua Qing didn't object either.

Baima followed at the very back, skipping and hopping, full of energy than anyone else.

The room was on the fourth floor, facing the Limmat River, and the twin towers of the Zurich Cathedral could be seen from the window.

Since she had nothing better to do, Zhao Yanxi took out a box of Ludo and spread it out.

The five girls formed a circle, and Zhao Yanxi was the first to roll the dice.

The die rolled twice on the board and stopped at four.

After several rounds, Zhao Yanxi was far ahead and had entered the final straight section. She only needed to roll two more sixes to win.

She rubbed her hands together and picked up the dice.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, can't it be six o'clock...?"

The die rolled twice on the board and came to rest on a dot.

"ah……!"

Zhao Yanxi let out a wail and fell backward onto the sofa.

Lin Man chuckled, picked up the dice, and casually tossed them.

six o'clock.

She moved the blue piece forward six spaces without expression, rolled it again, and got a four.

The blue piece steadily and smoothly entered the finish line.

"We won."

Lin Man clapped her hands, her tone indifferent.

Zhao Yanxi protested, "Let's play another round!"

"Okay."

Lin Man rearranged the chess pieces.

In the second game, Zhao Yanxi became smarter and stopped rushing forward. Instead, she played steadily, taking advantage of opportunities and blocking when necessary.

Lin Man remained unhurried, taking each step with composure.

Wenjing and Huaqing are still destined to be runners-up.

In the end, Zhao Yanxi won.

Just as they were about to start the third round, Zhao Yanxi suddenly stopped and her eyes darted around.

She suggested, "Just playing isn't fun; we need to add some stakes."

Lin Man raised an eyebrow: "What's the bet?"

Zhao Yanxi leaned close to her ear and whispered something to her.

Lin Man readily agreed: "Okay!"

Wenjing glanced at Zhao Yanxi, then at Lin Man, and her past experience gave her an ominous premonition.

When a wicked fox and a wicked cat team up, nothing good ever comes of it!

Hua Qing remained expressionless, unable to imagine what kind of tricks they could come up with to play a game of Ludo...

Baima leaned closer curiously: "What kind of bet? What kind of bet?"

Zhao Yanxi turned to look at her, her smile sweet.

"Bai Ma, you haven't even gone to university yet, you shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing."

"what?"

Baima was stunned.

Zhao Yanxi took Baima's hand and pushed her towards the door.

"Sweetie, go back to sleep."

"But I'm already eighteen..."

"We have to get up early tomorrow, hurry up and go."

The door closed.

Baima stood in the corridor, staring blankly at the closed door, her face full of confusion.

What kind of bet is it that she has to avoid?

She scratched her head, turned around and walked back, but stopped after a couple of steps and looked back at the door.

Faint laughter could be heard coming from the room, but it was hard to make out.

……

The next morning.

When Baima opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling, while Lin Man was still asleep beside her.

She paused for a couple of seconds before realizing she was already in Zurich.

Baima called out softly, "Sister Man?"

no response.

She called out again, "Sister Man, get up and have breakfast."

Still no response.

Baima reached out and nudged Lin Man's shoulder.

Lin Man mumbled something indistinctly, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow.

"Um...don't make a sound...breakfast is in the garden on the first floor, go by yourself."

Helpless, Baima got up, washed up, changed her clothes, and left the room.

Her rudimentary English was completely inadequate for communication, so she timidly went to Ding Heng's room and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

Knock again.

The door opened, and Ding Heng yawned lazily.

"Up so early?"

"hey-hey."

Bai Ma tiptoed and peeked into the room: "Where's Sister-in-law Wenjing?"

"Still sleeping."

Ding Heng stepped aside to let her in.

Baima entered the room, her gaze sweeping over the room.

The bed was a bit messy, with the blankets piled in one corner and the pillow askew to one side.

Wenjing was curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly. There were two strips of opened pills on the bedside table.

Bai Ma quickly looked away, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

"Brother, I want to go have breakfast. Will you come with me?"

"You can't go by yourself..."

"They don't speak English."

"Alright."

After a quick wash, Ding Heng picked up his coat and followed Bai Ma out of the room.

The hotel restaurant is on the first floor, facing the Limmat River.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the morning light spills onto the river, and seagulls circle above the water in the distance.

Ding Heng sat down by the window and picked up the menu on the table.

Baima turned back, picked up another menu, but couldn't quite understand it, so she could only look at the pictures.

"Brother, can you order for me?"

"OK."

Ding Heng waved, and a waiter came over.

He ordered several items fluently in English, the waiter noted them down, and then turned and left.

Bai Ma looked at him with her chin in her hand and asked curiously, "Brother, your English is even better than Sister Man's!"

"What's so good about it? It's just those few lines."

Ding Heng opened the white wine brought by the waiter and poured himself a small glass.

Baima looked over curiously.

The label was in German, which she didn't understand very well, but she recognized the word "Weiss".

"Brother, you're drinking this morning?"

"White wine."

Ding Heng shook the bottle: "It's locally brewed, want to try some?"

Baima's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.

That's right, I'm an adult and have graduated from high school, so I'm legally entitled to drink alcohol!

Ding Heng poured Bai Ma a small half cup.

Baima picked up her wine glass and brought it to her nose to smell it.

It has a light fruity aroma that is not overpowering.

She took a small sip.

Whether it was psychological or not, the wine tasted better than she had imagined.

She took another sip, this time asking for a larger portion.

"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

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"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

It has a light fruity aroma that is not overpowering.

She took a small sip.

Whether it was psychological or not, the wine tasted better than she had imagined.

She took another sip, this time asking for a larger portion.

"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

She took another sip, this time asking for a larger portion.

"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

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She took another sip, this time asking for a larger portion.

"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

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"It tastes good."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Okay."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Why do I have to avoid it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all back one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Choo!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

"I told her, 'You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.'"

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely apologized, and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

"Did she say I look like a child?"

"almost."

Baima pouted, "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your sister-in-law Wenjing, doesn't she look young enough?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "So what if I'm a little short...?"

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother... I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you shouldn't drink so much."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...