Chapter 295 Confession Interrupted
When the fifth wine jug was empty, Gao Huohuo stood up shakily.
"I'm going to... practice."
Why was she suddenly feeling a little dizzy? Did Zhong Hanshang poison her osmanthus wine?
After all, Zhong Hanshang didn't take a single sip, and the entire osmanthus wine went into her mouth.
She turned her head and glanced suspiciously, and found that Zhong Hanshang was acting suspiciously with his back to her, and she didn't know what he was doing.
"What are you doing?"
Gao Huohuo took a step forward and grabbed Zhong Hanshang's sleeve with such force that he almost staggered.
He quickly hid the thing in his hand into his sleeve, but she still keenly caught a hint of panic.
"What are you hiding?" She narrowed her eyes, her voice slightly hoarse from the alcohol, with a hint of dangerous sweetness.
Zhong Hanshang chuckled softly and pretended to be calm while supporting her shaky body.
"Nothing much, just some little things."
"You're lying." She didn't believe it and reached into his sleeve.
He dodged to the side, but he didn't expect that she was so drunk that she lost her balance and fell directly into his arms.
The warm breath brushed against his neck, carrying the sweet fragrance of osmanthus wine, making him breathe slowly.
Gao Huohuo supported himself on his chest and tried to stand up, but his fingers seemed to be burned and he suddenly retracted them.
This person's heartbeat...why is it so fast?
She looked up and met his deep eyes, which were filled with emotions she couldn't understand.
"You..." She was about to question, but her mind went blank.
"Huohuo." His voice was hoarse, with a helpless smile, "You are drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" She retorted unconvincedly, but his face in front of her began to blur into a double image.
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
But this movement made her even more dizzy, and her whole body slid limply into his arms.
Zhong Hanshang took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and held her steady.
His palm was burning, and even through the thin fabric, it made her heart tremble.
"You...let go."
She pushed him, but she couldn't exert any strength in her hands, and instead seemed to be reluctant.
"How can I let you go if you're like this?"
He chuckled, a hint of mischief in his voice, "What if he falls?"
Gao Huohuo was annoyed and glared at him: "Zhong Hanshang, did you do this on purpose?"
"What on purpose?" He feigned innocence.
"You got me drunk on purpose!" she gritted her teeth.
He looked at her angry look, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
"You wanted to drink the osmanthus wine yourself. I didn't persuade you."
"Then why don't you drink a single sip?" She narrowed her eyes and poked his chest with her finger. "Is it poisoned?"
He sighed helplessly, and suddenly lowered his head close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against the tip of her ear.
“My life belongs to you, why should I harm you?
And considering how drunk you are now, even if I really wanted to do something to you, would I need to poison you?"
These words were like a cluster of flames, instantly burning her ears red.
She pushed him away suddenly, staggered back two steps, her heart beating like a drum.
"You...shameless! Let me tell you, I'm very powerful."
She glared at him in embarrassment, but her cheeks were burning uncontrollably.
Zhong Hanshang looked at her panic, a hint of triumphant smile flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by tenderness.
He reached out and gently stroked her hair, whispering, "Okay, stop making trouble, sit down and rest for a while."
Gao Huohuo wanted to refuse, but her legs were weak and she could only be helped to sit down.
She leaned on his shoulder, her nose filled with the fresh scent of his body, and she felt inexplicably at ease.
"Zhong Hanshang..." she spoke in a daze.
"Um?"
He responded very softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tenderness of the moment.
The moonlight traced her features, and her eyelashes cast tiny shadows on her cheeks.
"What was our relationship before?" She unconsciously grabbed his collar.
Zhong Hanshang's breathing stagnated.
Twenty years have passed, and this is the first time she has taken the initiative to ask about the past.
He stared down at her drunken eyes, his Adam's apple rolling.
"I am delighted..."
"That's right!" She suddenly raised her face, and the tip of her nose almost hit his chin.
"What did you just...hide?"
His drunken eyes were surprisingly bright, as if filled with broken stars.
He laughed silently and gently brushed away the scattered hair on her forehead with his fingertips.
"I'll tell you tomorrow when you're sober."
She muttered something in dissatisfaction, but her consciousness gradually became blurred due to the alcohol.
In the dim morning light, Gao Huohuo was awakened by the sunlight outside the window.
She sat up suddenly, and the headache from the hangover made her frown.
Looking around - the unfamiliar bed, the messy quilt, and the robe draped over his body...it was clearly Zhong Hanshang's!
"This bastard!" She tore off the black robe and threw it on the ground. A cluster of spiritual fire ignited at her fingertips, but she hesitated when she was about to light it.
The faint scent of pine wood on the collar lingered around her nose, inexplicably reminding her of the warmth of his shoulder last night.
"Snap!" She fiercely extinguished the spiritual fire and cursed herself for being useless.
When I pushed the door open, Zhong Hanshang was making tea in the courtyard.
In the morning mist, the joints of his hand holding the pot were distinct. When he heard the sound, he looked up and smiled:
"Awake? I cooked something to sober you up..."
"What did you do to me last night?"
She interrupted coldly, a three-inch cold light condensed from her fingertips and pointed directly at his throat.
The teapot fell onto the stone table with a thud.
Zhong Hanshang looked at the sword light that was so close to him and suddenly laughed softly: "If I really did something..."
He actually took a step forward towards the sword, his Adam's apple brushing against the cold blade. "You should raise your sword and stab me in the heart now."
Gao Huohuo was frightened by his approach and took a half step back, the tip of his sword trembling almost imperceptibly.
"Feeling guilty?"
She tried to maintain her composure, but caught a glimpse of a scabbed scratch on his collarbone - the one left by her when she was drunk last night.
Fragments of memory suddenly flashed through my mind: when I fell into his arms, my fingertips seemed to have brushed against something warm...
"You scratched it yourself." Zhong Hanshang suddenly grabbed her sword-holding hand and led her to touch the scar.
"You said you wanted to test whether the demon cultivators were black-hearted, but..."
He rubbed his thumb over her pulse at her wrist. "She fell asleep halfway through the test."
"Nonsense!" She pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, but the tips of her ears turned red.
In my fragmentary memories from last night, I did seem to have pulled his collar...
Zhong Hanshang suddenly took out a brocade box like a magic trick, and a jade hairpin carved with flame patterns, which glowed warmly in the sunlight.
"I was going to wait for your birthday..."
“No need!”
She waved her sleeve and knocked over the brocade box, and the flame-patterned jade hairpin rolled onto the bluestone bricks with a clang, reflecting tiny glimmers of light in the morning light.
"I find the things of demon cultivators dirty."
Zhong Hanshang's fingers paused slightly, with his fingertips suspended in mid-air, as if cut by an invisible blade.
He slowly bent down and picked up the jade hairpin.
His fingertips gently brushed across the delicate flame patterns on the hairpin - he had spent months carving them bit by bit with his own hands.
But now, it only gets the word "dirty".
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