Chapter 64 Punish her, Little Feng brother, don't be angry.
At the foot of the mountain, a blue cloth wine flag fluttered diagonally. Even before one approached, the air was filled with the aroma of wine.
Seeing that the guest was dressed very well, the waiter fawned over him and said, "What would you like to drink, sir? We have the finest Zhuyeqing."
Lu Xiaofeng closed his eyes, took a deep sniff, and laughed, "Of course, it has to be the strongest liquor."
The waiter bowed and scraped, saying, "How about two jin of baijiu? And a few plates of cold dishes, sir?"
Even the finest food and wine now probably can't keep him here.
He said casually, "I'll take the wine with me."
The wine rack was filled with all sorts of wine jars. Lu Xiaofeng glanced at them and his eyes suddenly lit up.
The waiter had barely turned around when he heard him call out to stop.
"Wait, let's have two jars of apricot blossom wine instead."
Before he could even finish speaking and the waiter could respond, the guests at the other table burst into laughter.
One of the burly, dark-faced men slammed his chipped wine bowl down on the wooden table, his eyes glazing as he sneered, "Trying to be a real man? How come you're drinking and carousing like a woman?"
The waiter quickly explained, "Sir, our wine here is rather weak; you might find it too bland."
Lu Xiaofeng wasn't angry. He simply clasped his hands together and said nonchalantly, "It's alright. I'll have the wine and flowers."
"Brother, if you find this apricot blossom wine too strong, why not travel a bit further and buy Granny Chun's peach blossom wine? The distance is less important than getting drunk!" another drunken man at the table said with a grin.
Lu Xiaofeng naturally wouldn't argue with a drunkard. Hearing this, he smiled and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "I am indeed a little worried that this wine is too strong. May I ask, brother, where can I buy this Chunpo peach blossom wine?"
Right now, Lu Xiaofeng probably looks more convincing than the wine stall worker, because he has countless jars of wine stacked in his arms.
Anyone who sees him will shake their head; he's just another alcoholic.
Who knew this drunkard only bought cheap liquor?
He himself couldn't understand why there were more and more wine jars in his arms.
Peach blossom wine, pear blossom wine, osmanthus wine, chrysanthemum wine, pine flower wine...
Every time he saw a jar of flowers, he thought of the carefully planted flowers in that little building, and he wanted to move them all there, just like springtime.
By the time he had visited every liquor stall, big and small, it was already late at night.
Fortunately, when he climbed into the smoke-filled room, the beautiful young woman was still waiting for him. Otherwise, Lu Xiaofeng would have regretted it to the core.
Yan Jin looked at the wine jars being removed one by one; the seals, shapes, and lids were all different. With her fox-like nose, how could she not recognize that these were various kinds of flower wines?
She lifted her eyelashes slightly in surprise, her gaze falling on his heaving chest, and teased, "You've been gone so long, I thought you were going to brew a jar yourself."
Lu Xiaofeng downed the cold flower tea on the table in one gulp, let out a heavy sigh, and deliberately said, "Of course I have to find a way to get you drunk."
He laughed, a hint of wickedness gathering between his brows and eyes, but his cheeks sunken in.
These dimples made Yan Jin really want to pour the sweet peach blossom wine into them.
That's where his brilliance lies. Who says this weak wine isn't strong?
She suppressed the itch in her heart and said sweetly, "I don't think any woman would bear to punish you."
Lu Xiaofeng gazed into her eyes, his heart burning with desire, and murmured, "Are you the same?"
Yan Jin smiled at him, then suddenly took out a flask of wine from behind her and said in a charming voice, "Then we'll have to see how much you can drink."
She gently pulled out the cork, and a rich, mellow aroma of wine wafted out—a lingering, profound, aged fragrance hidden within the passage of time.
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up; this wine smelled so good!
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "I can drink as much of this wine as you want, and I'm afraid I can drink all your good wine."
The amber-colored liquid was slowly poured into the glass, which looked like a thick, heavy paste, without splashing a single drop of foam.
Yan Jin handed him a cup and said with a smile, "This wine of mine should not be drunk in excess. It should be drunk one cup at a time."
With fine wine and beautiful women before him, Lu Xiaofeng practically rushed to accept them. The richness and benefits of the wine could only be truly appreciated after tasting it.
However, as soon as he swallowed it, he couldn't help but spit it out.
The sourness is the sudden, sharp pain in my heart, the intermittent, churning pain in my entire being. It's so sour that my eyes turn red and my nose feels congested and painful.
I put my finger deep into my throat, trying to gag, but nothing came out.
He exclaimed, frowning, "What is this?!"
"That's what makes my wine so special. All the flavors are contained within it," she said with a sweet smile.
How can the depth of pain and suffering be described? It's all in the wine.
As she spoke, her delicate, spring-like hand grasped his and gently draped over her outer garment. With just a little force, the first layer was peeled off.
She was left with only an undershirt and a heart-shaped garment.
Yan Jin raised her glass, her gaze hooked at him, and enticed him, word by word, "Want to continue drinking?"
The hook was not only coated with the most fragrant bait, but also wrapped with layers upon layers of line. This thin line had tightened around him, rendering him immobile. At times like this, a man naturally only advances, never retreats. Lu Xiaofeng was no exception.
A subtle tremor and a thrill quietly rose in my heart; how could my boiling blood bear to cool down?
Those nimble and strong hands gripped her fair wrists, tightening in an instant, so tight that there was nowhere to escape.
He gazed into those captivating fox-like eyes, lowered his head, and took the glass of wine from her hand, bringing it to his lips.
This one cup can hollow out your heart.
He was already prepared, enduring the unbearable emptiness, and suppressing everything back, back into the ground.
Yan Jin wouldn't let him stop. She took his hand and helped him remove his undergarments, leaving the two garments piled up on the ground like flower buds.
She was left with only a heart-shaped garment, and beyond that, her slender shoulders, narrow waist, and thin back were completely exposed, a hazy milky white that invited him to add color.
The smoke grew thicker and thicker, and the humidity became more and more intense.
He turned his head and gasped for breath. His breathing was rusty, and he couldn't tell if it was desire or pain. He just felt very hungry.
But she had already picked up the third glass of wine and, without giving him a chance to refuse, offered it to his lips.
In the midst of pain and confusion, he struggled for only a moment before tilting his head back, as if possessed.
To die beneath a peony is to die a romantic death. A man's lust can indeed be deadly.
After downing the third cup, he curled up; the pain was beyond what most people could bear.
His heart felt as if it were being pecked at by birds, reminding him of the pain he felt when he was young and almost jumped into a river.
He closed his eyes, and the hole in his heart was letting in a howling wind, the biting wind making his limbs ache terribly.
He wanted to escape, he couldn't wait to escape.
The crimson cloak drew a half-arc in mid-air before Yan Jin forcefully pulled him back, lightly leaping onto his waist. Her slender white legs wrapped tightly around his hips, making this the smallest cage in the world.
Even with Zhu Ting's skillful hands, he couldn't create a cage that could imprison Lu Xiaofeng so tightly.
Yan Jin turned his head and kissed him directly.
The sweetness of the grapes melted and invaded my mouth in an instant, and the purplish-red juice dripped down the corners of my mouth.
Their eyelashes clung together, and the grapes between their lips and tongues were gradually ground into tiny, sticky pieces, until they became entwined.
The wind stopped, and only a hazy pleasure remained in the world.
Lu Xiaofeng opened his eyes in a daze, and fell into the source of that sweetness—a pair of fox eyes that were so close, overwhelming, and sweet.
He staggered backward, seemingly drunk.
He rekindled his fire, now hoarser and more impulsive.
The hole in my heart desperately needs to be patched up; it needs indulgence, absurdity, and pleasure.
His intensely invasive gaze fell on the ribbon of her heart-shaped garment; he already knew that only she could give him this sweetness.
Yan Jin looked into his eyes, chuckled, placed her hands on his chest, gently counted the heartbeats that seemed to burst through his skin, and soothed him tenderly, "Don't worry, there's still one more piece of clothing."
Lu Xiaofeng stared intently at her, his eyes slightly red.
Yan Jin's hand landed on the ribbon, gently caressing the loose knot.
Too slow.
Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward, intending to peel off the last layer of skin for her.
However, the moment he raised his hand, his beautiful peach blossom face suddenly transformed into a fox face!
It was eerie and cold, as if it wanted to devour him alive.
His pupils suddenly contracted, his muscles tensed instantly, he stumbled backward, tripped on the bed, and fell down unsteadily.
With a bang.
How embarrassing.
She burst into laughter, laughing so hard she could barely stand, and said in a sweet voice, "And one more thing, of course, is human skin."
Her face, now restored to its beautiful peach blossom hue, carried a hint of madness, brimming with unbridled joy, and her eyes even welled with happy tears.
Lu Xiaofeng knew, of course, that she was toying with him in an extremely torturous way.
His expression was as ugly as if he had eaten more than a thousand earthworms.
He said coldly, "As expected, beautiful women are all good at deceiving people, and vixens are even more so."
Just as he was losing his breath, Yan Jin suddenly leaned in and kissed him on the lips with a sweet and crisp peck.
She tilted her head coquettishly, smiled at him with her mischievous eyes, and said sweetly, "Brother Xiaofeng, don't be angry."
Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback; these chaotic moves left him completely unable to defend himself.
He knew perfectly well that men could never understand women, but he still couldn't figure out how she could change her attitude so suddenly.
Is it just because she's a fairy?
However, she was so beautiful that no matter how much she teased or tricked you, probably no one could bring themselves to blame her.
What's more, she's acting all cute and charming towards you like this.
Lu Xiaofeng looked at her, speechless.
Yan Jin, however, acted quite naturally, tilting the wine glass that had appeared in her hand at some point towards him, and asked softly, "There's one last thing, are you still willing to drink it?"
After she finished speaking, she took a sip of wine and smashed the glass on the ground into powder, like a thunderclap.
Her moist, wine-scented lips parted slightly, and she invited him with her shy yet alluring eyes.
A pale, ripe blush spread across her face, and a thick, sticky wetness seeped deeper, meandering along the way.
His blood instantly heated up, becoming scalding hot, almost burning his body.
Punish her.
These three words floated into his mind like a curse, causing his heart to pound and him to gasp for breath.
He knew that waves were rising.
So he kissed her passionately, ignoring the pain, abandoning reason, and acting like a beast.
He fought and conquered like a bandit, but his body trembled with pain from that sip of wine. He was caught between pain and pleasure, struggling to breathe, and on the verge of life and death.
Indulging in thrills and reveling in absurdity, the ship was uncontrollably capsized. He was dizzy and drenched in sweat in the endless seawater.
In the chaos, the translucent white leaves melted away from his body, completing the last bit of cause and effect.
Yan Jin laughed again, his chest trembling with laughter.
No need for sweet words or flattery, just feel pain and sweetness because of me.
This is your last chance.
How could you possibly escape after that?
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