Feeling a bit dizzy and unsteady, as if drunkenness was creeping over him, Mo Tian staggered with each step. His eyes gleamed blue as he shook his head, thinking to himself: This tea and fruit are truly like wine. I've never been drunk before, yet I'm already feeling a little tipsy...
Mo Tian smacked his lips, lifted his foot forward, and walked towards the bedside somewhat involuntarily.
"Hehe, the clothes are here, I'll change into them first." Mo Tian blinked, bent down, reached for the blue shirt on the bedside, stood up and stood by the bed, took the fish tank out of the bag and placed it on one end of the footboard in front of the bed.
He hurriedly changed into a long robe, the blue robe revealing a pair of long, strong arms, and beneath his fluffy hair, a handsome face glowed with health.
"Hehe, these clothes are so comfortable and fit perfectly!" Mo Tian grinned as he tugged at the soft, close-fitting long robe. He seemed much more relaxed than usual, even though he was drunk.
He looks so handsome! Seeing that familiar face, Wan'er's heart skipped a beat. That's right, he was wearing these clothes last time…
Hua Motian, do you know how many young girls you'd ruin if you went out like this, with your handsome looks...?
Unconsciously, Wan'er looked at Mo Tian with a hint of infatuation, but she shook her head and didn't realize what she was looking at.
"Hehe, little goldfish." Mo Tian turned around, bent down, picked up the fish tank containing the goldfish, and easily hugged it to his chest. He turned his head and looked at Wan'er with a dreamy gaze. "Are you a saint? How did you end up like this? But you're still quite cute."
As Mo Tian finished speaking, he extended a finger and gently touched Wan'er's slightly upturned lips...
Wan'er quickly swam back a little, but the warmth of her fingers still lingered on her lips.
"Pah! Pah! You scoundrel, how dare you flirt with this holy maiden?" To cover her embarrassment, Wan'er spat out bubbles.
"Little goldfish, why are you dodging?" Mo Tian, who had never been so flirtatious before, suddenly seized by a sudden urge to tease Wan'er. He moved his finger forward, chasing after her. "That old monk, he's made this place look like a bridal chamber! Holy Maiden, are you my bride tonight? I really want to see your true face, whether you're as beautiful as her..."
"Her? Who is this 'her' he's talking about?" Wan'er turned around, but Mo Tian yawned and withdrew his finger.
"Thump!" He slumped down on the edge of the bed, clutching the fish tank, then stretched his other arm out towards the inside before collapsing back onto the bed...
This guy, even when drunk and not using his spiritual power, his arm is so steady that not a drop of water spilled from the small fish tank. Wan'er took a deep breath, admiring Mo Tian while feeling a little flustered...
Hey, don't fall asleep yet. Men and women shouldn't touch each other. You can't hold me like this. I may be a goldfish now, but my true form is a girl...
However, Mo Tian's mouth was slightly open, and a steady snoring sound began...
"Alas!" Wan'er sighed, feeling helpless. Drowsiness washed over her, her little tail stopped wagging, and specks of light drifted through the room, blurring her vision...
In a hazy warmth, a familiar sensation washed over Wan'er. She opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by darkness, unable to see anything. She felt a pair of arms encircling her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. Her body was tightly gripped. Trying to move, Wan'er quickly realized that not only was her body aching, but she also couldn't move her limbs. It was as if her entire body was sealed in a small, hidden space. This scene reminded Wan'er of a coffin—a coffin! Wasn't she just on a carved bed?
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