Chapter 95 Enjoy the Spring While It Lasts... Amidst the ambiguous licking and biting, a vague sound rang out...
After several rounds of drinks, most of the people present were already slumped over drunk.
Heng Qichun drank his seventh cup of wine and was about to raise his hand to pour another when Lou Yan, who was hiding under the table, reached out and pressed his wrist down with her claws.
Heng Qichun frowned, looking at the little wolf cub blocking his way with displeasure, and asked with a hint of alcohol in his eyes, "What are you doing?"
Lou Yan hesitated, wanting to advise him that drinking was bad for his health, but the words she wanted to say turned into a coquettish sob.
"Awoo~"
Heng Qichun smiled, reached out and pinched the wolf cub on the back of its neck, and while the wolf cub was in pain, he stubbornly brought the wine cup to his lips.
He chuckled, then shook his head. "What are you shouting? I don't understand."
Lou Yan thought that his master was angry because he hadn't given him an "explanation," so he was ignoring him coldly.
Even Nan Yushan, standing nearby, advised, "When did you start drinking so much? I think that's enough..."
"Leave me alone!" Heng Qichun immediately shouted, interrupting him before he could finish speaking. His voice was slurred and thick with drunkenness, "It's been a thousand years, why do you still care about me..."
Nanyushan was unusually stunned for a moment.
He was busy today, and the two sect leaders, Chu and Shi, kept talking to him at the table, so he didn't even notice his taciturn junior brother.
Looking at him now, one could see that a faint blush had risen on Heng Qichun's face, and his eyes were no longer clear and bright, but instead carried a vague and hazy feeling.
This is clearly...
He's clearly drunk!
Lou Yan roared inwardly.
He even blamed himself for a long time, completely forgetting that Heng Qichun had an extremely poor alcohol tolerance!
In his previous life, after he became the ruler of the Nine Netherworld Realm, he secretly returned to the Eighteen Realms once in the dead of night.
"We're just going to scout ahead. Otherwise, how will we conquer the Eighteen Realms?" he said to the demons under his command.
Later, he went up the mountain alone, crossed many barriers and sneaked to the outside of Shenxiao Palace. He used the spirit detection technique to look at Heng Qichun, only to find that a solitary lamp was lit in Shenxiao Palace and Heng Qichun was sitting next to the lotus platform, pouring a pot of strong liquor by himself.
He had drunk about half a pot of wine and was already so drunk that he was unconscious. Even when Lou Yan broke down the door, it did not sober him up at all.
Lou Yan still remembers that night.
Heng Qichun's clothes were soaked with wine stains on the front, revealing her shapely chest when she looked up at him. Her eyes were so infatuated with the wine that she could hardly recognize him.
No, I actually recognized him too.
Because that night, Heng Qichun called him "Little Wolf".
The distant memories were overshadowed by the increasingly strong smell of alcohol in front of him. Lou Yan looked at Heng Qichun, who was almost delirious, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
What troubles him this time that he's drinking so recklessly?
The strange thing is that Heng Qichun is usually too cold, and even when he drinks too much, he doesn't cry or make a fuss. Apart from Nan Yushan, no one present seemed to notice anything unusual.
That damned Sect Leader Chu even stood up and raised his cup to Heng Qichun across the crowd, saying, "The cultivation world still needs to rely on the God, so I'll toast the God first!"
Heng Qichun reacted a beat slower than him, sluggishly raising his hand, about to drink the wine in his glass in one gulp.
The moment the porcelain rim touched her lips, her wrist was suddenly pinched, kneaded, and twisted by a sudden force, spilling half of the wine. Pain swept through her entire body along her wrist bone.
Heng Qichun's first reaction was that Lou Yan, that wolf cub, was biting him.
"Are you ever going to stop—" He turned his head and saw the person standing in front of him. The words he was about to say stopped in his throat.
Not a wolf cub...
No, it's a wolf cub that has transformed into human form!
As the sun shone high in the sky past noon, its pale golden rays cast their way onto the high platform outside the Tianyin Hall, tracing the boy's shadow inch by inch.
Slightly curly braids, a lithe figure, light tan skin, and a pair of sinister and ruthless eyes.
He smiled maliciously and showed Heng Qichun the beautiful beauty mark under his eye.
"Oh!" Wei Xiuzhu, who had finally been pardoned by Nanyu Mountain and had been keeping to himself like a quail in the corner, was the first to ask, "Senior Brother Lou, where did you come from!"
Lou Yan had already learned to "fight fire with fire," so he ignored Wei Xiuzhu's astonished gaze and took a step forward while still holding Heng Qichun's wrist, stopping right in front of Nanyu Mountain.
He grabbed Heng Qichun's arm, cupped his hands in greeting, and said with his sharp canine teeth bared, "My master is unwell, and I need to take him back."
He remained as arrogant as ever.
Nan Yushan was so angry that he choked and let out a breath out of thin air.
However, he had already noticed that Heng Qichun was drunk, and if he stayed any longer, who knew what trouble might arise.
That's enough.
Nan Yushan raised his hand and waved it towards Lou Yan with the back of his hand facing outwards.
Lou Yan understood his gesture, snorted arrogantly, and then, with a soft murmur from Heng Qichun, took his arm and helped the reluctant Heng Qichun walk back to Shenxiao Palace step by step.
Today, the entire Eighteen Realms are attending a banquet at the Heavenly Sound Palace. They haven't encountered many people along the way, and even in the Divine Firmament Palace, there are only two disciples left who are usually cleaning and sweeping.
Lou Yan declined their offer to help and, on her own, helped Heng Qichun, who was about to fall asleep, to the outside of the room.
As the palace doors opened, the first thing that wafted out was the delicate fragrance of lotus blossoms.
This fragrance quickly mingled with the decadent smell of alcohol on Heng Qichun's body, creating a strange aroma that was both sweet and refreshing, yet also caused dizziness.
“I won’t…” Heng Qichun began to nervously pound his arm, “I won’t throw you in!”
What a load of nonsense.
Lou Yan couldn't spare any time to think about what he said, so she frowned and kicked away the low table and palace lanterns that were in the way in the Shenxiao Palace, and helped Heng Qichun to the bed.
Then he straightened up and looked at the person on the bed who was drunk and unconscious, feeling worried.
Heng Qichun's face was flushed red, her lips were soaked with wine, red and glistening, and her long eyelashes fluttered as she lay on the bed breathing heavily.
Lou Yan felt that witnessing Heng Qichun's outburst would lead to his being silenced and killed.
What should we do now?
Would using a spell to control him work?
As she hesitated, Heng Qichun suddenly rolled over on the bed, lying on her side facing him, her eyes half-open, and mumbled sleepily, "Hot..."
The sound was too muffled, and Lou Yan wasn't sure if she had heard it clearly, so she tilted her head and asked again, "What did you say?"
"hot……"
Heng Qichun responded to him very quickly and tried to raise her hand to remove all the clothes she had put on that morning.
!!
Lou Yan jumped back twice.
Before he could stop him, by the time he realized what was happening and reached for the bed, Heng Qichun had already pulled his outer robe in two.
The fabric, stained with the smell of alcohol, reluctantly slipped off the bed, the lapels of the inner garment coming undone, revealing a patch of skin glistening with sweat.
There was still a bloodstain on his chest, a wound that had been repeatedly bitten by wolf cubs and could not be healed.
Heng Qichun leaned over the edge of the bed, a burning sensation in his stomach. He couldn't help but prop himself up with his arms, arching his body into a posture that seemed to both resist and welcome.
"hot……"
He groaned like this, his eyes, burning red, glancing sideways and glaring fiercely at Lou Yan.
Seeing that the wolf cub stood still and unmoved, he bit his lower lip and struggled to prop himself up, trying to remove the last layer of cover.
The tightly bound sash left a thin red mark on his fingers. Heng Qichun was so drunk that his eyes were unfocused, and he instinctively tangled in the sash that was difficult to untangle.
Just as he was about to lose his temper and use a magic spell to completely destroy the undergarment, Lou Yan finally stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.
Heng Qichun knew it was him.
Heng Qichun stared at him with bloodshot eyes, a hint of anger in them, but it was all blurred by the smell of alcohol.
"What? You still want to stop me?" His voice was slightly hoarse, probably because Lou Yan's action of blocking his wine cup outside Tianyin Palace had angered him, so much so that he still held a grudge and insisted that Lou Yan give an explanation.
A piercing yet cold gaze was fixed on him, and Lou Yan tensed up, fearing that he might accidentally reveal his true colors.
He forced himself to look up and met Heng Qichun's gaze. The wolf cub gave an awkward smile: "I...I didn't mean to stop Master..."
Heng Qichun was taken aback. He lifted his thin eyelids, and the anger in his eyes was quickly replaced by doubt.
He was drunk and dazed. Before he could react, Lou Yan's hand, which was holding his wrist, had already moved to his untangled belt.
The young wolf grows quickly; after a few days, his physique seemed to have grown even more, and even his knuckles appeared to be distinctly fleshy and bony.
Two fingers gripped Heng Qichun's sash, and it looked like they were about to untangle the tangled sash.
Heng Qichun suddenly panicked.
He struggled to move his limp body backward on the bed, but Heng Qichun was still clutching the sash tightly, and he froze on the spot.
Heng Qichun's mind, which had been soaked in strong liquor, finally regained a sliver of clarity. He blinked and then belatedly realized that he was covered in sweat.
It was damp and clung to his undergarments, clinging to his skin and making his heart pound.
He didn't intend for it to be like this.
He thought Lou Yan would oppose him as before, jumping around in front of him like an unintelligent little wolf.
But he never expected that Lou Yan would transform into human form, kneeling before his bed in the posture of a boy about to grow up, stubbornly yet gently tugging at his clothes.
Lou Yan didn't lessen her strength and quickly untied the belt, then took off Heng Qichun's sweat-stained undergarment.
Heng Qichun was still drunk and could only raise his hand in response to his force.
One arm was stripped off, and his eyelashes trembled uneasily. He whispered, "This is... outrageous..."
Lou Yan quickly agreed, "Yes, I am being extremely rebellious."
"Insubordination."
"Yes, it is an act of insubordination."
"Deceitful to one's master and ancestors!"
Lou chuckled and finally managed to completely remove Heng Qichun's clothes.
Instead of tenderly washing Heng Qichun's body as he had done before, he pressed his cheek against Heng Qichun's forearm and chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes, this is betraying one's master and ancestors!"
“But Master…” Before Heng Qichun could think of another word of reproach, he turned his head away and gently bit Heng Qichun’s lotus-colored forearm with his lips and tongue, making indistinct sounds amidst the ambiguous licking and biting, “I don’t know what this is called…”
He sought to abandon Chun.
"Please teach me, Master."
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