Looking at Su Mu, whose little hand had already slipped into her own clothes, Chen Qing’s eyes gradually filled with a hint of desire.
Her hand climbed onto Su Mu’s waist, which felt as soft and tender as goose down, snow-white and delicate.
However, Su Mu, who had drunk the strange wine, discontentedly twisted her waist in an attempt to make Chen Qing’s hand leave.
Under the influence of the alcohol, today she planned to counter-kill this detestable Villain from another angle.
But of course, Chen Qing had no intention of letting this Silly Shizun succeed in her counter-kill. She directly undid her belt, her cool fingertips gliding over the soft skin.
Su Mu, who had been tugging at Chen Qing’s clothes, instantly went limp.
With a dazed gaze, she shot a somewhat aggrieved glance at Chen Qing, who was bullying her.
Chen Qing’s actions didn’t stop there. She reached out and removed her shoes.
Su Mu’s white, tender, and soft little feet were instantly exposed to the cool air.
The dizzy Su Mu had no idea what kind of torment awaited her. She instinctively shrank her chilled feet inward.
But upon seeing the little feet trying to escape, Chen Qing scooped Su Mu up, adjusted their positions so Su Mu’s back faced her.
Now, those fleeing little feet had nowhere to run.
The soft little feet were exposed to the air, like exquisite artworks carved from warm jade.
They gleamed with a cute pink hue amid their jade-like luster, reminiscent of refreshing summer popsicles that tempted one to savor them slowly before taking them into the mouth, all while admiring the owner’s shy and angry expression.
However, Chen Qing abandoned this slightly perverted notion, though toying with this warm jade a bit was still acceptable.
But just as Chen Qing’s hand reached out, the somewhat aware Su Mu in her daze quickly tried to pull her feet back in.
Her white and plump thighs rubbed finely against each other. Through the slit in the Miao Ethnic Costume, one could faintly glimpse a trace of snow-white.
Her calves, pure white like ivory and only half-exposed, promised an intoxicating pleasure just from the sight of them draped over one’s shoulders.
Su Mu’s resistant yet alluring posture made Chen Qing unable to hold back any longer. She hugged her and headed into the room.
That night, the candlelight in the room burned steadily. Su Mu’s aggrieved pleas for mercy were all stifled in her throat by Chen Qing.
In the morning, she awoke with a splitting headache. Gazing at the sunlight streaming through the window, her fragmented mind vaguely recalled snippets of last night’s memories.
However, they were only fragments in the end, not a complete recollection.
But through these memory fragments, Su Mu knew her counter-kill plan had failed, and the Scamming System had screwed her over again.
Just as Su Mu tried to get up from the bed to curse at this Scamming System, her legs buckled, nearly sending her tumbling back onto the bed.
Her fatigued body immediately reminded her of just how ruthlessly Chen Qing had bullied her the night before.
While Su Mu was seething with hatred for Chen Qing, Chen Qing entered carrying breakfast and a bowl of dark, murky soup.
The moment she smelled the medicinal aroma, Su Mu pinched her nose.
“I didn’t catch a cold this time. I’m absolutely not drinking any medicine.”
“This isn’t medicine. It’s Tonic Soup.”
“Tonic Soup?”
Su Mu curiously leaned forward for a look. The instant she saw what was in the soup, she wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into Chen Qing’s shoulder and bite her to death.
This so-called Tonic Soup had been brewed entirely from the Mao Root Grass that Chen Qing had bought from a vendor at the Flower and Bird Market before entering the Miao Village.
The vendor had explained its effects quite clearly, yet this detestable Villain actually intended to make her consume it.
Seeing the annoyed expression on Silly Shizun’s face, Chen Qing knew she was extremely resistant to this ‘Tonic Soup.’
But even if this Silly Shizun resisted, Chen Qing would force her to drink it anyway.
After all, she had already consulted a skilled physician in the Miao Village, who confirmed that the Mao Root Grass did indeed have those effects.
Over the past few days, her revenge on this Silly Shizun had been a tad excessive. She needed to replenish herself quickly.
Unfortunately, the Mao Root Grass couldn’t be stewed with other ingredients, or its medicinal properties would dissipate.
Otherwise, she would have added some sugar to coax this Silly Shizun into drinking it like sweetened water.
“No! No way! I’m absolutely not drinking it. Even if you hold a sword to my neck today, I refuse!”
Su Mu directly burrowed her entire body under the quilt to express her defiance.
Seeing Silly Shizun bundled up in the bedding, Chen Qing set the food and ‘Tonic Soup’ down on the bedside table.
“Last night, you competed with me in drinking, and you lost. My condition was that from now on, you must drink every tonic I give you.”
Hearing this, Su Mu recalled that she had indeed made a bet with Chen Qing the night before.
How stupid she had been last night—not only failing to counter-kill the detestable Villain, but also losing a condition in the process. It was like losing both her wife and her soldiers.
With no other choice, Su Mu dejectedly threw off the quilt, put on a pitiful face, and picked up the ‘Tonic Soup.’
Chen Qing had thought this Silly Shizun would throw a little tantrum, but she surrendered far more quickly than expected.
Seeing Chen Qing’s surprised look, Su Mu huffed in dissatisfaction.
“Although I can’t beat you, I will definitely keep my promises to others.”
With that, Su Mu poured the ‘Tonic Soup’ into her mouth.
Truth be told, it wasn’t due to any lofty sense of morality on Su Mu’s part. She simply knew that even if she tried to welch on the deal, Chen Qing would find a way to make her honor it.
After all, that sword gleaming with cold light was still hanging in the room.
Better to play along, keep the promise obediently, and lull the Villain into a false sense of security.
That way, her next counter-kill attempt might go even more smoothly.
“So bitter.”
After forcing down half a bowl, Su Mu couldn’t take it anymore and stuck out her pink tongue, complaining nonstop about the bitterness.
“Finish the Tonic Soup, and then you can eat.”
Eyeing the steaming breakfast, Su Mu finally found the motivation to down the rest of the nasty tonic.
After dawdling for a bit, she finally drained the bowl completely.
Seeing Su Mu’s bitter expression, Chen Qing picked up a piece of crispy vegetable and popped it into her mouth.
The savory flavor temporarily chased away the bitterness.
It also ignited the ravenous Su Mu’s appetite completely.
She snatched up her chopsticks and began shoveling food into her mouth without a care for decorum.
Chen Qing had long grown accustomed to Su Mu’s eating habits, which clashed so wildly with her appearance.
As she watched Su Mu eat her breakfast, Chen Qing said,
“Once you’re done with this meal, we’ll prepare to leave the Miao Village.”
At these words, Su Mu paused in surprise.
Though her time in the Miao Village had been short, she had gone through quite a lot.
Still, Su Mu had already figured it out—Chen Qing had come for the Gu Technique, and now that she had it, it was time to go.
“Then what about the kitchen I burned? We need to fix it first.”
Silly as she might be, Su Mu knew better than to damage other people’s property while freeloading at their home.
She had burned down a kitchen—if the owners returned, they’d come after her for sure.
