682: Chapter 682 Drunk and Stormy

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

Xiao Chen tilted his head and drank it all in one go; the liquid entered his throat, bringing a spicy, crisp chill into his stomach. He turned the cup bottom-up, and even the last drop slid into his mouth.

Qing Lan watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. Suddenly, she reached out, her fingertips touching the edge of his lower lip, and gave it a gentle wipe.

"You've got some wine on you."

She smiled charmingly, her eyes swimming with a hint of intoxication. She smacked her fingertips nonchalantly, as if she were merely tasting a drop of ordinary wine.

Xiao Chen watched the amorous intent rising in her eyes, the blush on her cheeks spreading all the way to her neck. The allure unique to a beautiful woman was revealed in its entirety at this moment.

He grasped her soft, boneless hand and gave a forceful tug.

"Ah!"

With a delicate cry, Qing Lan's body tipped over, and she crashed straight into Xiao Chen's embrace.

Xiao Chen pulled her legs around, settling her onto his lap.

The solid, masculine chest wrapped tightly around her like a warm harbor, giving her heart—a ship that had been lonely for so long—a place to dock.

With her delicate body in his arms, his hands full of jade-like, fragrant skin that was soft and supple, Xiao Chen couldn't help but sniff. Her body scent, mingled with the fragrance of her hair, lingered at the tip of his nose.

What a mesmerizing woman!

"Brother, am I a little fat?" Qing Lan lowered her head.

Whether it was due to the wine or the shyness unique to a woman, her snow-white skin began to turn a rosy pink.

"Fat? What fat? This is just being so cute you're expanding. Haven't you heard that chubby women are the cutest?"

"You're annoying."

Qing Lan's pretty face flushed, and she pouted coquettishly, "How are you so good at talking?"

"I'm actually quite clumsy with words. This is just improvisation when faced with someone as cute as you."

"Hee hee."

Qing Lan couldn't be happier. Only then did she realize that because of Xiao Chen's actions, the wine in the cup had spilled all over the floor.

"Brother, the wine spilled. Let me refill it."

"It's fine. Let's drink in a different way." Xiao Chen picked up the wine jar with one hand, filled both cups, and took a sip.

"Brother, how should we drink?"

Qing Lan didn't understand, but as she turned her eyes, she found those wine-scented lips coming in for a kiss.

"Mmm!"

She subconsciously closed her beautiful eyes, her lips parting slightly. A stream of warm wine slowly flowed in from the corner of her mouth.

She swallowed greedily, sucking on his lips.

The aroma of wine, carrying the unique scent of a man, spread wantonly between their lips.

By the time the liquid was all swallowed, Qing Lan's pretty face was already flushed red. Before she could react, a domineering force drove straight in, easily sweeping up her fragrant tongue.

"Mmm~"

She let out a sound involuntarily, her jade arms slowly hooking around Xiao Chen's neck as their breath mingled in chaos.

That large hand took the opportunity to slip inside her collar.

At this moment, the slight intoxication became a window for them to release their desires to the fullest.

Inside the wooden house, the spring scenery was enchanting.

In the quiet space, there was only the sound of their burning breath and the violent shaking of the wooden table.

...

It is unknown how much time passed.

Xiao Chen woke up from a daze. His eyes were met with a woman's boudoir, filled with the unique fragrance of Qing Lan.

On the bedsheet, a spot of vibrant, fresh red was exceptionally conspicuous.

Yet, he couldn't remember a single detail of last night at all; he had no memories of it whatsoever.

He shook his dizzy head and used his Spiritual Qi to dispel the remaining intoxication, only to find that Qing Lan was no longer by his side.

Upon using his Divine Thought to perceive his surroundings, he realized she was still in the kitchen.

But what he found even more incredible was that his cultivation level had actually increased by another major Realm, though he didn't know what this Realm was.

However, the Spiritual Qi surging within his body was vast and boundless, as if it were a small world.

He slowly got up, walked out of the room, passed through the hall, and came to the kitchen next door, where he found that green-clad silhouette busy at work.

"Brother, you're awake?"

Qing Lan turned her head, her pretty face overflowing with joy, just like a young wife cooking for her beloved man.

"Mm-hmm."

"Brother, why don't you go sit in the hall for a while? Wait for me to finish stir-frying these dishes, and then I'll come keep you company for a drink."

"I don't want to drink today."

Xiao Chen gently embraced her curvaceous waist from behind, tightening his arms bit by bit, holding her tightly in his arms.

The tip of his nose moved slowly toward her delicate neck.

Qing Lan's delicate body trembled slightly. The breath of the man behind her assaulted her neck, bringing a tingly, numb sensation.

"Brother, go sit outside for a while. The food will be ready soon." Qing Lan tried hard to pretend to be calm, but her voice carried a trace of a tremor.

"Qing Lan, I just want to hold you like this."

Hearing him call her name, a hint of moisture instantly rose in Qing Lan's eyes, and the jade hand holding the spatula was trembling.

"Thank you for playing along with this act with me."

"What act?"

Xiao Chen pressed against her crystal-clear, jade-like earlobe and said softly, "This is a memory that belongs to both of us."

"You're always so good with words."

Qing Lan's lips curled slightly, and a moving smile rippled in her eyes.

Xiao Chen's kisses extended from her neck to her chubby cheeks, and then all the way down.

"You little rascal."

Qing Lan gently grasped that restless hand, "Last night you were like a wild beast. Haven't you had enough yet?"

"I was a bit drunk last night and didn't really feel anything. I'm making up for it now."

"You're annoying."

Qing Lan turned her eyes with a coquettish reproach, "Go outside first. Wait until I finish cooking, and after we eat, you can do whatever you want."

"No, I want it now."

Xiao Chen's hand didn't stop at all. He gently bit her already deep-red earlobe, the sensation in his palm feeling like a ball of cotton.

Qing Lan's delicate body trembled, and a trace of numbness quickly swept through her entire body, while fine goosebumps appeared on her snow-white wrists.

Her breathing began to quicken, and intermittent murmurs escaped her lips: "You little rascal... the food in the pot... is going to burn..."

"It's fine. As long as it's made by you, even if it burns, it'll be delicious."

Xiao Chen lifted the hem of her skirt.

"Not here." Qing Lan gently grabbed his hand.

"Don't ruin this beautiful atmosphere."

Hearing this, Qing Lan gradually gave up her resistance, letting this man possess her wantonly.

Strands of suppressed panting spilled from her lips.

By noon, the two walked out of the kitchen side by side, like a couple in the throes of passionate love.

At this time, Qing Lan had already shed her tea-picker attire and changed into a green immortal dress that looked as if it were woven from cloud patterns, her entire body wreathed in green immortal power.

It made Xiao Chen feel a sudden sense of novelty.

Qing Lan rolled her eyes at him, a lingering flush still on her pretty face, "You little rascal, it's all your fault. The food can't be eaten anymore; we have to throw it away."

"It's fine. If the food can't be eaten, don't I still have you to eat?" Xiao Chen hugged her curvaceous, soft waist, his large hand sliding mischievously toward her buttocks.

"..." Qing Lan was too shy to speak. She quickly grasped his hand to stop his further actions, while inwardly complaining.

This man is just too terrifying; he doesn't even give her a chance to catch her breath.