“I want to drink more.”
Su Mu’s soft words lingered in Chen Qing’s ears, stirring waves in her heart.
“You can’t drink anymore. Eat some food to sober up a bit.”
Although Chen Qing loved the sight of Su Mu proactively snuggling up to her, she knew that letting Su Mu drink more would harm her health. She absolutely could not allow it.
But the drunken Su Mu’s advances were fiercer than Chen Qing had imagined.
Su Mu pouted her little mouth and restlessly wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Qing’s neck. Her warm, soft, and perfectly proportioned body pressed against Chen Qing’s, while her dazed, innocent eyes stirred a different kind of impulse.
“I want to drink!”
The drunken Su Mu sniffed lightly with her small nose.
Her originally stuffy nose had been cleared by the impact of the alcohol.
Su Mu’s keen nose caught the scent of alcohol on Chen Qing’s breath. Under Chen Qing’s stunned gaze, Su Mu directly bit down on her vermilion lips.
Su Mu didn’t bite too hard. The warm, soft friction of their lips pulled Chen Qing out of her daze.
She hadn’t expected the Traitorous Shizun, after just a bit of alcohol, to become so proactive.
This time, she had delivered herself right into Chen Qing’s arms for bullying—Chen Qing hadn’t forced her at all.
Chen Qing’s hand slid onto Su Mu’s waist. The itchy, tingling sensation made Su Mu’s body twist restlessly.
Her slender waist writhed in Chen Qing’s embrace. Through her thin clothes, one could vaguely glimpse skin that was white and tender, tinged with pink.
Chen Qing had planned to bully this Traitorous Shizun harshly tonight anyway. Now that she was proactively offering herself up, Chen Qing had no intention of holding back.
Chen Qing scooped up Su Mu’s thighs with one hand while tightly hugging her soft waist with the other. Her eyes burned with raw aggression.
Even in her drunken state, Su Mu instinctively sensed something amiss under Chen Qing’s predatory gaze.
She struggled fiercely, trying to escape from her arms.
Seeing Su Mu’s resistance, Chen Qing pinched her waist hard.
“Mm~”
Su Mu’s constitution was inherently sensitive. With that pinch from Chen Qing, she let out a charming moan.
Her drunkenly flushed, endearing face took on a look of weak grievance.
Even drunk, Su Mu seemed acutely aware that, in front of Chen Qing, she was nothing more than a helpless little chick with no power to resist.
So after the harsh pinch, Su Mu only dared to gaze at her with grievance.
But that weak, aggrieved look in Su Mu’s eyes only fueled Chen Qing—the culprit—to want to bully her even harder, just to see what expression she would make.
Without hesitation, Chen Qing abandoned the still-warm meal and the freshly opened jar of wine. She scooped Su Mu up and carried her straight into the tidied room.
After all, disciplining this disobedient Traitorous Shizun who went around seducing other women was tonight’s main course.
Chen Qing entered the room and placed Su Mu on the neatly made bed, then turned to lock the door.
Su Mu sat on the bed, her soft, jade-like little feet bare in the air, resting on the cool bed edge where they had turned slightly red from the chill.
Chen Qing had removed her boots while carrying her into the room.
The white embroidered shoes lay casually discarded under the bed.
A stray cool breeze from the window made Su Mu shrink her little feet under the quilt.
The drunken Su Mu stared at the door-locking Chen Qing with dazed eyes.
Though her mind was fragmented, Chen Qing’s swift movements instinctively sparked an urgent desire to flee.
Su Mu wobbled to her feet on the cold floor, placed her hands on the windowsill, and stuck out her little butt, preparing to climb out the window and escape.
But such a small move was child’s play to Chen Qing.
After locking the door, she effortlessly scooped Su Mu up by the waist and deposited her back on the bed.
Seeing Su Mu’s chilled, reddened little feet, Chen Qing took them into her palms.
The white, moist, and reddened soles felt like exquisite artworks carved from soft jade—delicate, smooth, and cool to the touch.
“Shizun’s feet are too cold. Your Disciple will help you warm up with some exercise.”
With that, Chen Qing lowered her body and bit down on Su Mu’s delicate collarbone.
Her hot, moist breaths washed over Su Mu’s fair neck, constantly teasing her senses.
The restless hands at her waist gradually melted Su Mu’s body into limp submission on the bed.
Chen Qing tugged the silk waistband free from Su Mu’s waist and finally released her collarbone.
Her eyes blazed as she stared at Su Mu, whose drunkenly flushed face was irresistibly alluring.
Gazing at Su Mu’s moist red lips, Chen Qing’s mind flashed back to her proactive, seductive demeanor from moments ago.
Without a word, Chen Qing lowered her head.
“Mm~”
Feeling short of breath, Su Mu hurriedly pushed at Chen Qing atop her, but her strength was utterly negligible.
Only when Su Mu was on the verge of suffocating did Chen Qing finally pull away from her soft lips.
“Huff huff~”
Su Mu gasped for air in heavy bursts, her dazed, innocent eyes fixed on Chen Qing above her.
Her jade-like, tender little feet uncomfortably clutched at the bedsheets, while her limp body seemed to be desperately suppressing something.
Her panting grew heavier by the moment, and her dazed gaze took on a longing, seductive haze.
Chen Qing licked her lips with her scarlet tongue.
She was just about to resume bullying the Traitorous Shizun beneath her when Su Mu unexpectedly wrapped her slender, white, soft legs around Chen Qing’s waist.
Seeing the raw desire in Su Mu’s eyes, Chen Qing finally sensed something off. Tonight’s Traitorous Shizun had been far more proactive during their contact than usual.
But the fine rubbing of those legs around her waist, combined with Su Mu’s longing, seductive gaze, instantly shattered Chen Qing’s last shreds of reason.
Whatever was going on with this Traitorous Shizun, if the meat was delivered straight to her mouth, there was no reason not to devour it.
Chen Qing seized one of Su Mu’s white, moist, delicate little feet and toyed with it leisurely.
It added a layer of strained discomfort to Su Mu’s already seductive, yearning eyes, making her legs clamp even tighter around Chen Qing.
Her other hand began guiding Su Mu’s body into a heated rhythm.
Of course, the night’s conclusion remained unchanged. In the latter half of the night, Su Mu’s pleading sobs filled the entire room.
They continued until her voice grew hoarse, and the cries finally tapered off.
The next day, Chen Qing soaked the bedsheets from the night before in a bucket of water.
When she had borrowed bedding from the Ancient Miao People yesterday, she had anticipated the situation and gotten an extra set. Now, the dead-to-the-world Su Mu lay on fresh sheets.
After tidying the room, Chen Qing turned to cleaning up the dinner that had been left out overnight.
Gazing at the wine jar still wafting its fragrant aroma, Chen Qing could roughly guess that Su Mu’s unusual proactivity last night was likely due to this wine.
Though she herself had drunk some, her profound Internal Energy made the medicinal potency in the alcohol ineffective against her.
But the Traitorous Shizun had mimicked her and downed a small bowlful. The drug in the wine had made her somewhat more forward last night.
Chen Qing carefully stowed the jar away. She had assumed it was just ordinary aged liquor, but it turned out to be something else entirely.
To keep it from harming the unsuspecting, she’d hold onto it for now.
