In the book, the villain male second was conquered by me and became a loyal dog

The next day, the first ray of sunlight in the morning poured in through the window lattice.

Tong Huanyou curled up in a ball on the bed until dawn, when the chillness in his body slowly dissipated like the tide.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Song Yingyue walked in with a bowl of sobering soup.

Song Yingyue's face was full of concern, and she said softly, "Youyou, how do you feel? I made you some hangover soup."

Tong Huanyou scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "I'm much better now, Sister Song. I didn't make any fool of myself last night, did I?"

Song Yingyue walked to the bedside, handed the hangover soup to Tong Huanyou, and said with a smile: "No~ Drink it while it's hot, you will feel better."

Tong Huanyou took the hangover soup, took a sip, and thanked her, "Sister Song, you are so nice!"

It would be even better if you two could get married soon! But it seems that there has been no progress recently, so we need to think of some way...

"Okay, come down and have breakfast after you've packed up." Song Yingyue gently rubbed her little head as if she was looking at her own little sister.

“Hmm~” Tong Huanyou smiled sweetly.

Just at this moment, Yu Qingci happened to pass by the door. He glanced at Tong Huanyou inadvertently, and then walked downstairs pretending nothing had happened.

"Then I'll go down first, you take your time." Song Yingyue said with a smile.

Tong Huanyou nodded obediently: "Okay~"

After Song Yingyue left the room, Tong Huanyou drank the sobering soup in one gulp, got off the bed, and happily changed into a pastel pink lotus skirt in the room.

It makes her look quite fresh, cute, charming and attractive.

However, she was not happy for long as she frowned and started to feel troubled again.

As a modern person, how could she not wear a bun like in ancient times...

She doesn’t even know how to use a hairpin to style her hair like the bloggers on her phone.

"Ah... if I had known, I would have been lazy when reviewing and watched more videos to learn." Tong Huanyou said with tears in his eyes.

There were especially many guests outside the lobby, but she was too embarrassed to walk downstairs with her hair disheveled.

In this era, if a woman has disheveled hair, she will definitely be laughed at.

I was thinking about trying to do a simple hairstyle myself.

But after fiddling with it for a long time, not only did her hair not get combed properly, it became more and more messy.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Finally, she got mad and ruffled her already messy hair even more.

She sat on the edge of the bed dejectedly, threw the hairpin and ribbon aside, and tore them to pieces!

In the slightly noisy lobby of the inn, Xie Zhili and two other people were sitting around the table.

Xie Zhili had a calm expression, his hands resting lightly on the table, and said thoughtfully to Song Yingyue, "The monster hunting competition in a month will surely be a little tricky."

Song Yingyue nodded slightly, her eyes revealing a trace of thought, and replied softly: "Indeed, this time in addition to determining the ranking of the noble families, the prize for the first place is heard to be the Bolan Bowl..."

Xie Zhili was surprised: "Bolan bowl? But the Bolan bowl in the hand of the Jade Buddha of Sakyamuni that the Empress Dowager of the previous dynasty believed in?"

Song Yingyue nodded: "That's right."

"No wonder there was such a big fanfare... According to legend, before the previous dynasty was destroyed, the crown prince died of illness, and Empress Dowager Hongxiao loved her grandson so much that she buried the Bolan Bowl with him in the imperial mausoleum. How did it end up in the hands of the Wang family now?"

"That's unknown." Song Yingyue was also extremely puzzled.

However, during the discussion, Song Yingyue suddenly realized that Tong Huanyou was nowhere to be seen.

"Why hasn't Youyou come down yet? What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingci subconsciously glanced towards the stairs and frowned slightly.

"I'll go take a look." Song Yingyue said and was about to get up.

Yu Qingci left the table first, without even turning his head, and said, "I'll go."

Song Yingyue and Xie Zhili were left alone, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Arriving at the door of Tong Huanyou's room, he knocked gently, but there was no response.

He hesitated for a moment, then pushed it away.

I saw Tong Huanyou with her mouth slightly pouted and her cheeks puffed up. She was sitting there sulking with her hair messy.

Seeing this, Yu Qingci put his fist to his lips to hold back his laughter, his eyebrows curved: "Miss Tong, with this look, are you planning to raise a bird?"

Tong Huanyou raised her head when she heard the voice and saw that it was Yu Qingci. She said angrily, "Stop laughing at me. I can't comb my hair well. It's so annoying..."

Yu Qingci looked at her angry expression, sighed helplessly, and walked forward, "So, Miss Tong is planning not to go out today?"

"I want to go out, but can I go out like this?" Tong Huanyou pouted with tears in her eyes.

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of Yu Qingci's tall and delicate ponytail, and his eyes lit up instantly.

He immediately clasped his hands together, blinked his eyes, and said pleadingly: "Master Yu! Considering that I helped you last night, please do me a favor."

Yu Qingci looked at her with interest and said, "Oh? Miss Tong, please go ahead."

Tong Huanyou pointed at her hair a little embarrassedly, "Um... can you help me comb a ponytail like yours? I can't do it myself."

After saying this, he showed a flattering smile.

Yu Qingci was stunned at first, then raised his eyebrows, "This doesn't seem appropriate."

Tong Huanyou quickly shook his arm, "Oh, what's inappropriate about that? Just consider it as you returning the favor. Please."

Yu Qingci looked at her expectant eyes and felt like a little lamb.

With a light chuckle, the smile on his face became even more intense. "Well, you gave me this."

Tong Huanyou nodded frantically upon hearing this, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'll give in, I'll give in!"

Then she immediately stood up and sat in front of the mirror, waiting for Yu Qingci to help her comb her hair.

Yu Qingci walked behind her and carefully picked up the comb. The moment he touched her hair, his heart trembled slightly.

The faint scent of wintersweet flowers lingered in my nose, but the throbbing in my heart became stronger and stronger, as if something was quietly breaking out of the ground at this moment.

He suppressed his palpitations and began to comb her messy black hair.

While combing her hair, Tong Huanyou was still thinking about how to bring the hero and heroine together.

She pinched her chin and asked mindlessly, "Is there anything that Sister Song particularly likes?"

Yu Qingci did not stop combing his hair and asked in confusion, "Why are you asking this?"

"Ah?" Tong Huanyou then realized that he had spoken out what was in his heart.

I quickly made an excuse, "Ah! Because I feel that Sister Song is very kind to me, just like my own sister, and the Double Ninth Festival is coming soon, so I want to give her a gift..."

"Begonia, or osmanthus cake." Yu Qingci said casually.

Tong Huanyou was delighted to hear this, and asked again: "What about Brother Xie?"

Yu Qingci paused, his face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were filled with bloody light.