"Host, a friendly reminder: your alcohol tolerance in this body isn't much better than your previous cat body; you're both knocked out after just one drink!"
Luo Chaoxi said meaningfully, "That would be even better. If anything happens after drinking, like doing *that* kind of thing, you can't blame me, since I didn't ask to drink this."
The system's face turned yellow, and it excitedly shook its ears wildly, "Hehe, you really know how to do it."
Luo Chaoxi met Murong Ling's gaze, slowly took the wine pot from his hand, took a small sip, and immediately her face scrunched up from the spiciness, coughing violently a few times.
She tossed the wine jug back, saying, "Here you go, it's not good!"
Murong Ling burst into laughter. His previously gloomy mood immediately lightened considerably after seeing her lively and amusing appearance.
Luo Chaoxi snorted and ignored him, continuing to eat her fish.
Murong Ling took another big gulp of wine, only realizing after finishing that Luo Chaoxi had drunk directly from the spout, leaving a faint red lipstick mark on it. His recent drink had touched that spot.
Thinking about this, he felt a fever and the effects of the alcohol were kicking in.
The two sat quietly for a while, with only the crackling of the firewood in the fire echoing around them.
Murong Ling felt that the people around him were unusually quiet, so he turned his head to take a look and found that Luo Chaoxi was looking up, counting something with her fingers.
"Have you eaten? It's getting late, shall we head back?"
Luo Chaoxi nodded, then turned to him and said, "How strange, why are there three moons in the sky?"
"Huh? Master Jingye, how come you have three of you too?"
Murong Ling was both amused and exasperated. She had only drunk a little bit and she was already drunk?
With such a low alcohol tolerance, he'd get drunk even from fruit wine, right?
He stood up. "I'm leaving. I'm going back."
Luo Chaoxi pointed to the remaining fish and ordered him, "Take this back with you, so Huaping can have a taste too."
Helpless, Murong Ling found a large leaf and wrapped the remaining fish in it. "Can we go now?"
Luo Chaoxi quickly got up and followed, "Walk slower, walk slower, don't keep swaying."
Luo Chaoxi followed beside him, stumbling along.
The mountain path was difficult to walk on, and it was getting dark. After Luo Chaoxi accidentally stepped into a hole and almost fell, Murong Ling sighed helplessly, picked her up, and continued walking back.
"Hmm, so many Pure Land Masters. Why are you called Pure Land Master? What was your name before? Were you a general from a previous dynasty?"
Luo Chaoxi asked a series of questions, chattering away.
Murong Ling only answered the first question, "My sins of killing are too heavy, so the abbot named me Jingye (Pure Karma)."
"Have you killed many people?"
"Yes, a lot." How could he have seized this empire without bloodshed? "Are you afraid of me?"
"I'm scared." Luo Chaoxi nodded honestly.
For a moment, Murong Ling's eyes darkened.
"I'm afraid you won't keep your promise and won't rescue my husband," Luo Chaoxi muttered to herself.
Murong Ling, “…”
She was even more unhappy. Was her husband the only person on her mind?!
Ha, Han Lianjing is just a military man. What about him is there that she would be attracted to? Is he better looking or more powerful?
The man was filled with mixed feelings. His thin lips were tightly pursed. He tightened his grip on the drunkard in his arms. Luo Chaoxi took the opportunity to wrap one arm around his neck and slide the other hand down to his neck, touching the prominent Adam's apple.
Then, as if he had touched something fun, he played with it with great enthusiasm.
Murong Ling's throat tightened, and he warned in a deep voice, "Don't touch me like that."
Luo Chaoxi rolled her eyes at him, "I didn't touch you."
Murong Ling, "...Then where are you touching now?"
Luo Chaoxi ignored him and poked him again with her fair fingers.
Murong Ling, “…”
There's no way to communicate with a drunkard, so Murong Ling could only carry her back to Baohua Temple while enduring her hands groping all over his body, stirring up a fire within him.
However, this also made him realize that when Luo Chaoxi got drunk, all the reserved and dignified demeanor she usually showed in front of him disappeared, and her adorable and charming personality in private was both annoying and endearing.
By the time the two returned to the courtyard, the moon was already high in the sky.
Huaping hurriedly came forward, "What's wrong, Madam?"
Luo Chaoxi nestled in Murong Ling's arms and giggled, "Little Huaping, I brought you a fish."
Hua Ping was stunned; she had never seen her mistress like this before. "Madam, Madam, are you drunk?"
"No way, I only tasted a tiny bit, how could I get drunk?"
Murong Ling coldly tossed the fish in his hand to Huaping and ordered her to fetch water to wash Luo Chaoxi.
After washing her, Huaping changed her into clean clothes, took the water out to pour it away, and when she returned to the room, she found that Murong Ling was already inside.
The painted screen stood there motionless, hesitating about how to tell the lady to sleep alone tonight.
A wife who is drunk, alone in a room with a man, isn't that like putting a rabbit and a wolf together?
She had been staying in the adjacent side room during this time, so she could hear any noises coming from the main room at night. In addition, she hadn't seen any marks on the lady's body when she bathed her, so Huaping was certain that the lady hadn't truly lost her virginity.
But tonight... Huaping dares not gamble.
After hesitating for a long time, Huaping finally spoke, "Master Jingye..."
Murong Ling interrupted her, "Get out!"
When Hua Ping met Murong Ling's icy gaze, it felt as if an ice blade was shooting straight at her. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to look him in the eye.
"Madam is drunk and needs someone to serve her tonight. This servant can stay here and take care of her..."
"No need, get out."
Hua Ping had no choice but to leave, determined to keep her ears open tonight and rush in to stop any disturbances!
After Hua Ping left, Murong Ling walked to the bedside, looked down at Luo Chaoxi who was still muttering to herself, and after a while, reached out and pinched her cheek.
It's as soft and smooth as I imagined.
His gaze fell on the small, moist, reddened mouth that kept opening and closing as she spoke. Murong Ling's eyes deepened slightly, as if an undercurrent was surging within them.
He admitted that his motives for giving her the wine were impure. He said that secretly embracing her at night and touching her skin could relieve his headache, but it could not satisfy the hunger in his heart.
I never expected that she would get so drunk after just one taste.
Things went surprisingly smoothly, and Murong Ling didn't think he had done anything wrong by taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
The man slowly moved closer, his predatory gaze unabashedly scrutinizing the woman before him.
Finally, she lowered her head and gently touched her peach-petal-like lips, with a touch of caution.
Luo Chaoxi thought it was something delicious, so she took a big bite and licked it, but when she found it didn't taste like anything, she let go.
Murong Ling's expression changed instantly, his breathing became heavy, and in the next instant, his large hand held the back of her head firmly, forcefully deepening the kiss.
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