A moment later, the North Wind awoke from its slumber.
When he slowly opened his eyes, what came into view was Yan Shiman's upright figure.
He sat upright, his gaze sharp and fixed on me, his eyes unblinking.
When Yan Shiman saw that his reaction when he woke up was a little strange, he was both happy and scared and felt guilty.
Moreover, in the past, when I saw Yan Shiman, he always had a carefree and unruly air about him, and would take any opportunity to tease me. But why is he so well-behaved today?
Something unusual must be going on.
Bei Feng's doubts grew, and he frowned slightly, trying to find some clues in Yan Shiman's complicated eyes.
However, Yan Shiman seemed to deliberately avoid his gaze, lowering her eyelids and no longer meeting his eyes. Instead, she stammered:
"You...you're awake."
"How did I get here?" Beifeng asked, rubbing his temples.
Yan Shiman paused for a moment, then replied dryly, "You were drunk last night."
Drunk?
Beifeng struggled to recall what had happened last night, until his gaze swept over the wine bottle on the table, at which point he gasped for breath as memories of the night flooded back into his mind.
He originally came to get official documents from Yan Shiman. However, after accidentally drinking Yan Shiman's wine, he felt hot all over and, in a moment of passion, ended up doing something indescribable with Yan Shiman.
Bei Feng's face instantly darkened. He stared coldly at Yan Shiman, his voice filled with barely concealed anger, "The wine you gave me is problematic."
Yan Shi's eyes darted around, and he stammered, not daring to answer.
Seeing his guilty conscience, the North Wind felt its anger rise like kindling, instantly igniting a raging fire.
He suddenly straightened up and leaped off the bed. His fingers gripped Yan Shiman's shoulders tightly, and he pushed Yan Shiman to the table.
Even though his head was spinning, Beifeng was still very agile.
He quickly grabbed the chopsticks from the table, their tips like sword points, and pressed them against Yan Shiman's neck.
Yan Shiman was startled, then heard Bei Feng say in a deep voice, "Yan Shiman, are you out of your mind? Why are you playing this trick on me?"
The north wind poked Yan Shiman's delicate neck with chopsticks, causing him to hiss in pain.
He knew that if the north wind blew even a little harder, the chopsticks would pierce through, and he would lose his life there.
"North Wind, let me explain," Yan Shiman said in shock, her voice trembling slightly.
Bei Feng glanced down at Yan Shiman's pale face, and a surge of irritation flashed through his heart. He lowered his eyes and said slowly, "You'd better give me a satisfactory answer."
Yan Shi covered Bei Feng's hand with his own. He originally intended to quietly pull the chopsticks out of Bei Feng's hand, but unexpectedly, as soon as his fingertips touched the skin on the back of Bei Feng's hand, Bei Feng's expression suddenly changed.
With a sudden burst of strength, he shoved Yan Shiman away forcefully.
Yan Shiman, who was already somewhat weak, was thrown off balance by his exertion and fell heavily to the ground like a leaf in the wind.
Yan Shiman's back garden had just been ravaged by the north wind last night, and now, after this fall, the pain that went deep into his bones brought tears to his eyes. The tears were almost spilling out, but he forced them back.
“A gentleman uses words, not fists. North Wind, even if you are my cousin’s bodyguard, you cannot bully me just because your martial arts are better than mine.”
Yan Shiman was also angry. He knew in his heart that the whole thing started because of that bottle of medicinal wine.
It was wrong of him to do something wrong while drunk, but Beifeng's attitude was too arrogant, even though he was the one who suffered the loss.
"I got drunk last night and accidentally offended you. It was my fault. I didn't know the medicinal wine contained aphrodisiac ingredients. If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have drunk it, much less invited you to drink with me," Yan Shiman said anxiously.
Seeing that Bei Feng's face remained as cold as ice, he said angrily, "I've already apologized to you, why aren't you reacting at all?"
Bei Feng slowly raised his deep eyes, gazing at Yan Shiman's delicate and beautiful face, and recalled their intimate moments last night. A sense of inexplicable unease welled up in his heart.
His lips unconsciously twitched slightly, and in the end he could only close his eyes and say indifferently, "Young Master Yan, let's pretend that what happened last night never happened. I hope you can keep your mouth shut and not spread it around."
Bei Feng didn't trust Yan Shiman's carefree and irresponsible personality, and he secretly hoped that this incident had never happened.
Yan Shiman caught a glimpse of the obvious disgust on Bei Feng's face, and then gave a self-deprecating smile. "Do you think I would gossip about such a disgraceful thing? What kind of person do you take me for?"
“Young Master Yan, I meant nothing by it,” Bei Feng replied coldly.
"No need to make excuses. Your expression clearly tells me that you find it disgusting to touch me." Yan Shiman slowly stood up, leaning against the wall. He said softly, "You were defiled by such a neither-male-nor-female person. Are you so angry that you want to kill me?"
Upon hearing this, a complex emotion flashed in Beifeng's eyes.
Yan Shiman stared at him intently through her teary eyes. "I apologize for what happened last night. If you want any compensation, just tell me. And I promise you, I will never speak another word to you when we meet again. Are you satisfied now?"
Upon hearing this, Beifeng frowned slightly.
He only hoped that Yan Shiman could keep the secret, but he never thought that Yan Shiman was disgusting.
On the contrary, whenever Yan Shiman changed into women's clothing, her demeanor and elegance surpassed that of many women in the world. How could he possibly dislike Yan Shiman?
However, at this moment, he couldn't help but fall into deep self-reflection.
What am I thinking? How could I possibly think Yan Shiman is pretty?
They are both men!
Bei Feng was in turmoil, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest amidst his panic and unease.
He chose to avoid Yan Shiman's gaze, and with a leap, jumped directly out of the window and left Ziyun Tower.
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