drunk
Zhu Fu rubbed his aching back and asked through gritted teeth, "It's almost evening, where are we going?"
Qi Yuan wasn't in a hurry. The things she needed to buy were available at the stall in the evening. She thought Zhu Fu was probably tired from walking, so she said helplessly, "Let's have a meal."
After what had just happened, they weren't in the mood to go to Wang's Shop, so they had to find another place.
"Ding!" The [BE System] is online and has issued a task: Help the female lead uncover the male lead's identity as a demonic cultivator.
They're here?! Qiu Yi calmed down and searched for the figures of the male and female protagonists in the small shop.
Hmm? Those two with extraordinary appearances must be them! Qiu Yi's second task must be completed well.
She took out a divine pill from the system space. As long as she ate it, even the demonic energy she deliberately concealed would not be able to be hidden.
The item that cost her 300 points is really good.
Autumn Thoughts: System, grant me a cheat code and put the divine pill into the male protagonist's mouth.
The divine pill began to become transparent, and upon closer inspection, only a tiny outline could be vaguely seen as it rapidly flew towards Zhu Fu.
Suddenly, Zhu Fu's face was almost within reach of Shen Wan, but Shen Wan was blasted to the ground by an unknown force.
"Ding!" [Assist System] is now online: A plot glitch was detected and has been forcibly broken.
Chun Ting said smugly: "Hmph, I'll stand with Fu Yuan 99."
Autumnal Feelings: ………
"Did you sense anything?" Qi Yuan looked around but didn't find anything unusual.
"Of course." Zhu Fu, as if nothing had happened, picked up the wine jar, looked at it, and then took a sip. The wine was sweet and extremely flavorful, making it irresistible.
He licked his lips, took a sip, and immediately felt a bit thirsty: "Waiter, two more jugs of wine." This wine is called Liang'an, and it is only available in this area. He didn't know when he would be able to drink another jar after leaving this place, so he might as well drink it to his heart's content.
Qi Yuan ate a light meal that evening, sipping her tea slowly, paying no attention to Zhu Fu. What others did was none of her business.
"Sir, here are your two jugs of Liang'an liquor." The proprietress carefully placed them on the table, afraid of spilling the wine, and kindly reminded her, "This liquor is strong. Those who usually drink from this place are usually knocked out after just one cup!" Don't embarrass yourself! The proprietress only dared to say the last sentence to herself.
"Thank you. I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk," Zhu Fu said casually. Coincidentally, the stronger the liquor, the better it suited him.
Is saying someone gets knocked out after just one cup a bit of an exaggeration?
...
"Boss lady... three bowls of hangover soup, please." Qi Yuan couldn't bear to look at it and couldn't help but sigh, her face already flushed with embarrassment behind her hand.
Zhu Fu was naturally fair-skinned and had red lips, and when he was drunk, he had a unique charm, even to the point of being androgynous. His dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist, his cheeks were flushed, and his ears were even more ripe. His hazy and unfocused eyes were filled with shimmering desire.
Yes. Lust.
This is the thing that men find hardest to control.
If a woman or man you like throws himself into your arms at this moment, what man can resist? Compared to the squalor and debauchery of lust, love is insignificant in the face of physical reactions.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
"Mmm..." Zhu Fu bit her lip, her voice escaping intermittently, "Qi Wei, Wei Shuang..."
!
With a "clatter," Qi Yuan dropped her chopsticks.
Although it was muffled, she still heard it.
First came shock, then anger, and finally shame.
This is outrageous! Shameless! Only her closest relatives or elders would call her by her childhood nickname. How dare this person, whom she has only known for a short time and who might even be a demon, call her that!
If it were within the sect, and a disciple were to harass her by calling her by her childhood name without any manners, she would certainly be punished.
If he weren't still drunk and we weren't strangers, I really wanted to slap him a few times and call him a scoundrel!
He was just drunk, so why did he have the reaction of someone who had been drugged with aphrodisiacs?
Calling him Wei Shuang is one thing, but what's with his drawn-out, ambiguous tone, deliberately prolonging it?
What I find most unbearable is that blatant gaze; it's practically a desecration of Qi Yuan...
Chun Ting exclaimed, "System! Why did she go to ask for hangover soup! I even spent points to add a little aphrodisiac to Liang An, but the effect is minimal and short-lived, so no one will be able to detect it."
Not only that, the special medicine she added would make Zhu Fu lose consciousness and have the words "Wei Shuang" playing in his ears repeatedly. Who could withstand that?
[Except for specific plot points, let things take their course.] The system appeared with a "ding." It wasn't a cold, mechanical voice, but a clear female voice, though it lacked emotion.
Chunting: "Alright."
To prevent this man from saying anything more outrageous, Qi Yuan forcefully opened his mouth and poured the hangover soup down his throat.
The act of being forced to drink soup was far from elegant; nearly half of the three bowls of hangover soup spilled, seeping onto her snow-white clothes. The damp fabric became transparent, revealing glimpses of her well-proportioned muscles and fair skin.
Qi Yuan looked away as if she'd been burned. Damn it! Her black clothes definitely weren't see-through! It's all his fault! Why did he have to change clothes at the inn?!
Zhu Fu coughed several times, opened his eyes in a daze, and met a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with anger.
He felt a chill in his chest and looked down.
Zhu Fu: ………
Why is there water?! And Qi Yuan is so angry! He really drank himself into oblivion, all that's left is confusion and annoyance.
Zhu Fu originally intended to pretend to be drunk to seduce Qi Yuan, but unexpectedly, he actually got drunk and didn't remember what had happened.
Judging from her reaction, it's definitely not a good thing.
Qi Yuan stared at him for a long time, then finally sighed and didn't pursue the matter further.
She lowered her head, her fingertips turning white as she gripped the hem of her dress.
This was the first time Qi Yuan had encountered something like this, and she stammered, "I'm so sorry. I saw you were really drunk, so I went overboard and gave you some hangover soup. It even spilled on your clothes. I apologize..."
As soon as the heat on Qi Yuan's face subsided, a suspicious red flush appeared on Zhu Fu's neck and cheeks.
What happened to the promise of being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?! Did a ghost eat it?!
He hurried to look at the landlady who had just reminded him. The middle-aged woman's eyes darted around, glancing at him every now and then, while she whispered to her girlfriends beside her.
Zhu Fu: ………
He can risk his life, but he cannot lose his shame.
The words he had just spoken were immediately slapped in the face, leaving Zhu Fu with no face to save.
Zhu Fu's face flushed red, and he couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, he turned his head away like a stubborn mule and said defiantly, "There aren't many people in the world who can drink more of this wine!"
"Don't catch a cold, come on, let's change your clothes." Qi Yuan slammed her hand on the table and stood up, refusing to look at him. Wasn't this wet clothing her fault? Of course she had to take responsibility.
Is this...is this...showing concern for him? Zhu Fu misunderstood the meaning and immediately put his bad mood aside.
“Okay,” he replied.
*
Either this outfit was too simple, or that outfit was too ugly. After searching for a long time, Zhu Fu rejected them all for various reasons.
"You can't be picky." Qi Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, so she grabbed a blue robe and stuffed it into Zhu Fu's hands, then pushed him into the fitting room.
Qi Yuan let out a long sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing considerably. This person is really difficult to please!
Hmm? Is this how you wear it? Zhu Fu had never worn this style of clothing before, and this was the first time she had tried on a light blue one.
Swish, swish, swish—the curtain was pulled open.
Zhu Fu, dressed in blue, appeared somewhat youthful, but was undeniably beautiful. Her long, black hair cascaded down her neck, with a few strands falling over her shoulders, and her peach blossom eyes had upturned corners…
Qi Yuan snapped out of her daze, only to discover this when Zhu Fu turned around: This! Clothes! Revealed! Back!
It's all her fault for not looking closely and just grabbing whatever was at hand. Zhu Fu must have been too embarrassed to say anything, which is why she reluctantly put it on.
"You..." Qi Yuan hesitated, extending a hand but unsure what to say.
"These clothes are wonderful! Thank you, Qi Yuan." Zhu Fu smiled broadly. He wasn't faking it; his smile was genuine.
Qi Yuan paused for a moment, then loosened her grip on her sleeve: "Mm." That's good.
The two stepped into the bustling market, which was indeed the most lively place at night. Crowds surged all around, shoulder to shoulder, and the loud shouts of vendors rose and fell, mixed with the jeering of the crowd.
The inn's doors were wide open, and the carved screen windows were half-open. The inn was especially lively at night, with the lobby downstairs brightly lit and filled with the cheerful laughter of guests and the melodious sound of music.
Zhu Fu followed Qi Yuan through the bustling crowd.
"So annoying. So many people." Qi Yuan said impatiently.
"I actually think it's nice to have more people and it's more lively," Zhu Fu said with a smile.
Some vendors blocked their way, clutching tattered books and cheap-looking "elixirs," their chubby faces jiggling uncontrollably: "Immortals, take a look at our family's exclusive cultivation techniques! Guaranteed to make you the first among your peers to ascend to immortality. And look at these miraculous elixirs! They greatly help improve your cultivation, absolutely no deception!"
Qi Yuan walked past him with a dark face, ignoring him. Zhu Fu snorted and glanced at him before continuing to follow behind her, muttering in a voice only the fat man could hear, "Why don't you fly yourself?"
Before being crushed into a pulp by the crowd, Qi Yuan stopped in front of an empty stall. It was much quieter than the other stalls.
Other stalls, regardless of size or quantity of goods, hang all sorts of eye-catching signs and attach numerous labels to each item, making it dazzling to the eye—that's what people love. The stalls here are completely the opposite; they don't hang any signs or attach any labels, simply laid out on a thin layer of cloth.
The man's hair was a mess, knotted in several places, and scattered haphazardly on his head, neither loose nor tied up properly. His face was sallow, with a horrifying scar on the bridge of his nose, and a fine mustache growing from the corner of his mouth to his chin.
This man didn't look like a respectable person, but he was the stall owner that Qi Yuan had been searching for.
It wasn't actually that hard to find; this was the most deserted place around. It was just that there were too many people, which caused them to waste a lot of time.
Qi Yuan squatted down to select items, carefully examining each one, her lips curving into a smile.
Most of the things at this market are unreliable, but appearances can be deceiving. This seemingly unreliable man is actually the powerful previous generation master Ruan Wen, and this stall that looks like a simple musical score is full of good stuff, enough to rival Ling Guang Pavilion.
The light in Qi Yuan's eyes was something Zhu Fu had never seen before; she was choosing so carefully and with such focus.
"Here, this is for you." Zhu Fu turned her face away a little embarrassedly.
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