Qin Yune sat up straight, then slumped back onto the table. She propped her cheeks up with her hands to avoid falling completely onto the table, her hair disheveled on either side. She mumbled, "Huh? What are you doing here?"
Hearing her voice, which was a little more affectionate than usual, Yan Wenjing frowned slightly. He picked up the porcelain bottle in her hand and found it to be empty.
Yan Wenjing: "..."
Did she finish the whole bottle of plum wine?
"Why did you snatch my plum wine? You gave it all to me! Give it back to me!" Qin Yune, whose hand had been robbed of the wine, quickly stood up and reached out to grab the porcelain bottle.
He ended up empty-handed and pounced on Yan Wenjing.
Yan Wenjing only felt a faint fragrance lingering around him, and the next second a soft, warm body was pulled into his arms, so much so that he subconsciously wanted to throw the person away.
She had barely grabbed Qin Yune by the neck when she wrapped her arms around his waist and nestled into his embrace. She tilted her head back, smiled playfully at him, and said triumphantly, "Hehe, don't even think about running away!"
Yan Wenjing froze instantly. "Qin Yu Nie!"
Qin Yunie ignored him, using both hands to grope him wantonly, muttering, "Give me back my plum wine!"
"Huh? You actually have abs? One, two, three, four, five..." Qin Yune touched them again in surprise, staring at Yan Wenjing in shock: "You actually have eight!!"
"Don't move!" Yan Wenjing said coldly, grabbing her misbehaving hand, wanting to just throw her out.
However, Qin Yunie, when drunk, was always unpredictable for him, and he was afraid of hurting her if he didn't control his strength.
The faint fragrance lingering around his nose and the mischievous hands left him feeling bewildered.
Yan Wenjing had never been so close to a woman before. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and upon closer inspection, his ears were so red they were almost bleeding.
"Hehehe...it feels pretty good to touch~"
Qin Yune swayed her body, resting her chin on his chest, her smile carrying a hint of ingratiation, "I'll give you the plum wine, can you let me touch it~"
Yan Wenjing's ears were now bright red, and an unnatural flush had crept onto her cheeks. She gritted her teeth and forced out a single word, "You..."
"Why are you blushing? Hehehe... You're so handsome~" Qin Yune was about to reach out and touch his face.
Yan Wenjing grabbed her hand and threatened, "Qin Yunie, if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite!"
But the other person seemed completely oblivious to his unusual behavior, her voice even carrying a hint of coquettishness, "Why are you so stingy! What's wrong with letting me touch you!"
The next second, she pouted and said in a coquettish tone, "Really, can't I touch it just once? Just once~"
Qin Yu Nie tried to negotiate, "If abs aren't an option, a face will do too~"
Yan Wenjing ground his back teeth and said coldly, "No."
Qin Yunie pouted, "Oh, then give me back my plum wine."
Fan Wujiu sat up from the ground, feeling dizzy. Looking at the two entangled figures, he rubbed his head and asked in confusion, "What... are you doing?"
Qin Yune peeked out from Yan Wenjing's arms, her face flushed: "Us? We're..."
Xie Bi'an glanced at them quickly, then covered Fan Wujiu's eyes and dragged him out of the room, saying, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear!"
Yan Wenjing: "..."
Qin Yune blinked, her face full of confusion: "...What are they doing?"
Yan Wenjing, with a stern face, shoved the porcelain bottle into her hand. "Here you go."
Qin Yune chuckled, raising an eyebrow with a particularly smug look, "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier!"
She muttered to herself, "Even though I didn't get to touch his abs, the plum wine is still pretty good~"
Yan Wenjing looked at her with a complicated expression: "..."
She took a sip from the porcelain bottle, but not a drop came out. "Where's my wine???"
She tilted her head closer to the porcelain bottle, shook it vigorously a couple more times, but still nothing. Qin Yune's eyes immediately reddened, "Waaah~"
Qin Yunie turned her head, hugged the porcelain bottle, and looked at Yan Wenjing with a wronged expression, complaining, "Waaah~ King Yama! My wine is gone!"
Yan Wenjing's temples throbbed, his thin lips pressed tightly together. For the first time, he wondered how a woman could be so argumentative.
Seeing her pleading gaze, Yan Wenjing sighed, and a bottle of plum wine appeared in his right hand, which then floated to her side.
Qin Yune received the plum wine, her peach blossom eyes shining brightly, a sweet smile on her flushed cheeks, her eyes crinkling, "Thank you, King Yama! You're such a good King Yama~"
Now, whenever he hears someone say that he's a good Yama (King of Hell), his head starts to throb with pain.
He glanced around and, apart from the two who had already left and the Eastern Peak Emperor who had gone back to sleep after drinking, none of them were sober.
Yan Wenjing glanced at Qin Yunie, then used magic to lift her up, and she wiggled around him like a silkworm.
"Hey, why are you carrying me?"
"Where are we going? I haven't even had my plum wine yet."
"Slow down..."
Before Qin Yunie could finish speaking, Yan Wenjing sealed her mouth with magic.
All along the way, all I could hear was Qin Yune making muffled noises...
Yan Wenjing vaguely sensed something was wrong, so he stopped. Just as he unsealed her, he heard her say, "Put me down... I want to..."
Yan Wenjing dodged, and Qin Yune, having lost her support, collapsed limply to the ground, groaning, "Ugh...!"
He really should have had the other ghost messengers send her back!
The pungent smell in the air made Yan Wenjing's face turn completely dark as he looked at Qin Yune, who had vomited and then collapsed to sleep beside him.
A notebook floated in the air. With a somber face, he turned to the page belonging to Qin Yunie, who died peacefully at the age of 80.
Yan Wenjing's gaze fell on Qin Yunie, hesitating between letting her stay there and a lavish meal.
Finally, Yan Wenjing closed his eyes, cast a cleansing spell on her, packed her up, and sent her home.
Yan Wenjing has never served anyone since birth, let alone know how to take care of an alcoholic.
Therefore, after placing Qin Yunie on the bed, he looked at her for two seconds, then cast a spell to cover her with the blanket before leaving.
The next day.
Qin Yune woke up, clutching his throbbing head, and groaned, "Hiss~"
She rubbed her throbbing head, her mind filled with embarrassing and blushing images that eventually made her want to dig a hole and bury herself.
sky……! !
What exactly did she do last night...?
She...she actually molested the King of Hell...
Not only did he touch the King of Hell's abs, he also counted...
She wouldn't listen even when stopped, insisting that the King of Hell touch her abs... and when she refused, she called him stingy...
Who gave her the audacity to touch the King of Hell's abs and even try to touch his face?!
She probably didn't just drink plum wine last night, she drank some really bold stuff!
The crucial point is, she almost vomited on the King of Hell himself...
Thinking of that scene, Qin Yune felt as if the sky had fallen...
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