The moonlight was as clear and bright as gauze, casting mottled shadows on the ground through the gaps of the lush green leaves.
In the courtyard, beneath a pear blossom tree, Hua Ying had set up a small table.
Under the flowers and beneath the moon, with a gentle breeze blowing no matter how one looked at it, this was a perfect place for romance.
When the time came and her beautiful Senior Sister was drunk, she would pour out her heart. With the beautiful blossoms and the full moon, and the atmosphere just right, wouldn’t everything fall into place naturally?
Hua Ying sat down with Yan Zhao, feeling delighted, and busily poured a cup of top-grade spiritual wine for her.
Compared to ordinary spiritual wine, the spiritual energy contained in top-grade spiritual wine was far more concentrated and much harder to dissipate.
Therefore, it was much easier to get drunk on.
Hua Ying raised her wine cup. “This cup is a toast to Senior Sister. Thank you, Senior Sister, for always teaching me and protecting me.”
Yan Zhao brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. She let out a soft laugh and said in a low voice, “In truth, I should be the one thanking you.”
She made her feel that this long journey toward immortality was perhaps not so lonely after all.
She tilted her head back and drank it down heartily, her neck long and slender. Under the moonlight, her already snowy skin seemed to be draped in a layer of hazy mist.
When the two were together, it was very easy for their minds to relax. Thus, when Hua Ying handed over another cup of wine, Yan Zhao did not refuse.
Cup after cup of top-grade spiritual wine went down her throat, and the strong aroma of the alcohol surged through her mouth. She squinted her eyes slightly; a faint flush stained her originally jade-like face, making her look even more glamorous and moving.
However, her gaze remained clear and calm.
“Sen… Senior Sister,” after an unknown amount of time, Hua Ying’s face was flushed crimson. She shook her dizzy head and said slurringly, “This cup… drink again! Let’s drink more!”
The System: …How can someone try to get someone else drunk and end up getting themselves drunk first?
Its host was too stupid; it chose to block her out.
Yan Zhao lowered her gaze, amused by Hua Ying’s dazed appearance. “Little drunk cat.”
Hearing the voice, Hua Ying shook her head forcefully. “Not drunk!”
She opened her blurred eyes and stared at Yan Zhao for a long time. Then, as if she finally remembered something, she handed the wine cup in her hand toward Yan Zhao. “Senior Sister, drink.”
“I’m not drinking anymore.” After Yan Zhao took the wine cup, she set it aside casually.
“You’re drunk. I’ll take you back to your room.” She stood up, preparing to pull up Hua Ying, who was slumped over the table.
Hua Ying was actually quite well-behaved this time after getting drunk. She blinked her watery eyes and, like a child wanting candy, followed Yan Zhao’s lead and did whatever she was told.
Yan Zhao supported the little half-demon, who was too drunk to find her way, back to her room. After gently placing her on the bed, she intended to leave, but a familiar tug came from her sleeve.
She lowered her head and bumped straight into the little half-demon’s eyes, which were brimming with a watery sheen.
Only a few faint candles were lit in the room. The pale yellow candlelight flickered, silently outlining a hint of an ambiguous atmosphere.
Hua Ying called out softly, “Senior Sister.”
Her hand slid down Yan Zhao’s sleeve and reached for her fingertips.
The warm touch was extremely noticeable in the cool night. Yan Zhao’s fingers curled inward unnaturally.
“What is it?” she asked.
The little half-demon propped herself up from the bed, her cloud-like black hair cascading behind her. She looked up, her eyes shimmering like water.
Hua Ying’s small face was flushed with the redness of intoxication, but it wasn’t unsightly; it was like rouge, making her already exquisite features appear a few degrees more alluring.
She spoke, her rosy tongue flickering between her lips. “Senior Sister, don’t go.”
For no reason at all, Yan Zhao’s heart skipped a beat.
She clenched her fist and looked down at Hua Ying.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, she asked somewhat nervously, “If I don’t go, what shall we do?”
Hua Ying tilted her head, seemingly using her mushy brain to laboriously process those words.
Then, she wore an expression of sudden realization and unexpectedly lunged into Yan Zhao’s arms.
She hooked Yan Zhao’s finger, her soft, slender fingertip lightly scratching Yan Zhao’s palm.
The little half-demon went completely limp against Yan Zhao’s body. The heat of her breath brushed against Yan Zhao’s neck, causing her to swallow involuntarily.
Hua Ying looked up, gazing at Yan Zhao with hazy and innocent eyes.
A ball of fluff was suddenly stuffed into Yan Zhao’s other hand. With a blushing face, she said, “The tail… I’ll let Senior Sister touch it.”
The cat tail was thin and soft, sweeping back and forth across the woman’s palm. Every time Yan Zhao’s fingers brushed over it, Hua Ying would let out a comfortable whimper.
She used the cat ears on her head to rub against Yan Zhao’s neck. Feeling comfortable from being touched, and emboldened by the alcohol, Hua Ying tilted her head up and gave Yan Zhao a sudden, loud mwah on the side of her face.
Yan Zhao’s movements stiffened.
The warm softness, carrying a faint fragrance, had touched her and vanished in an instant. She asked blankly, “What are you doing?”
Hua Ying blinked her large, innocent eyes and answered matter-of-factly, “Kissy-kissy!”
After speaking, she looked at Yan Zhao and asked in confusion, “Senior Sister, do you not know how?”
Yan Zhao: “…”
Hua Ying automatically interpreted her silence as the fact that even the naturally gifted Senior Sister had fields she wasn’t skilled in.
She reached out and hooked her arms around Yan Zhao’s neck, declaring quite cheerfully and loudly, “It’s okay, Senior Sister! I can teach you!”
Yan Zhao’s gaze swept over the girl’s light-red lips. Such drunken talk she clearly should have laughed it off with a sense of helplessness.
But her heartstrings actually vibrated slightly.
As if possessed, Yan Zhao asked in a hoarse voice, “How… are you going to teach me?”