432: Chapter 432 Immortal Wine, Breakfast

Jasmine huddled at the edge of the Void Realm.

Covering her face with both hands.

Peeking at the two of them with a pair of watery, large eyes through her fingers.

Her heartbeat was still very fast, and her cheeks were still burning hot.

The scene from the spot kept spinning around in her mind, refusing to be chased away no matter what.

She thought that after going back,

she must thoroughly question Xuanyin.

and ask clearly what kind of person Lin Yun actually was.

Why could he be so outrageous.

Watching like this for a whole hour.

Until the horizon turned pale, the sound of Ruozao in the bridal chamber finally gradually subsided.

Lin Yun hugged her, the candlelight leaped for the last time and went out.

King Feiyun withdrew her secret technique, glanced at the whitening sky outside the window, and said in a low voice:

"Let's go."

Ziyi nodded and reached out to pull Jasmine.

King Feiyun activated her power, and a spatial fluctuation enveloped the three of them.

The next instant, the three disappeared from the bridal chamber and appeared in a familiar room.

Jasmine's living room.

The moment Jasmine's feet touched the ground, her knees went soft, and her whole body collapsed directly onto the floor.

She lay prone on the floor, her little face buried in her arms.

The back of her head facing the two of them, her shoulders trembling.

Not knowing whether she was crying or panting.

King Feiyun stood behind her, looking at her appearance.

She opened her mouth, her voice carrying a trace of an extremely faint meaning that could almost be called "relieving Qi":

"What? An eight-thousand-year Dao Heart, and you can't hold on already?"

Ziyi stood aside and added another sentence, her tone gentle yet piercing every word to the heart:

"Sister Jasmine, didn't you say your Dao Heart is very stable?"

"More stable than both of us."

"And said you wouldn't be affected."

Jasmine lay prone on the floor, her little face buried in her arms, muffling a vague sob.

Her little mouth that usually liked to hate the heavens, the earth, and Xuanyin couldn't squeeze out a single word at this moment.

She really had no strength to hate anymore.

She didn't even have the strength to raise her head.

King Feiyun and Ziyi looked at her appearance and finally stopped teasing further.

The sound of the door closing rang out behind her.

Jasmine lay prone on the floor, listening to those two footsteps gradually fade away, and finally raised her face from her arms.

Her big eyes were still shimmering with watery light, and the blush on her cheeks had not completely faded.

She looked at the ceiling and let out a long, long breath of Qi.

"...Lin Yun, what kind of monster are you anyway."

She muttered in a low voice, her voice carrying a complexity that she hadn't even noticed herself.

Then she buried her face back into her arms and continued lying prone.

Morning light leaked in through the gap in the curtains, falling on her slightly reddened earlobes.

Jasmine didn't want to move at all.

She felt as if her whole body had been drained of strength, and those scenes in her head were still spinning around, refusing to stop no matter what.

She just lay prone like this

until she smelled a fragrance of wine.

That fragrance was extremely faint, drifting over in wisps, yet it precisely drilled into her nasal cavity.

Mellow, lingering, carrying a crispness she was all too familiar with.

Jasmine's nose twitched.

Twitched again.

Then she bounced up from the floor abruptly, her little face changing color instantly:

"My immortal brew!"

She rushed out of the living room in two or three steps and dashed all the way into the dining room.

In the dining room, King Feiyun was sitting upright by the table.

In front of her was a palm-sized white jade wine pot, the mouth of the pot still emitting a faint, wispy hot Qi.

Ziyi stood on the other side, unpacking several oiled paper bags to reveal the steaming breakfast inside.

Jasmine slammed on the brakes, her big eyes widened as she looked at that white jade wine pot:

"This... is this the jar in my cellar?"

King Feiyun raised her eyes to look at her, her tone bland: "No."

"The jar in your cellar is still there; this is one I took from the estate."

"Compared to the ones you hid, the vintage is only higher, not lower."

King Feiyun reached out and picked up the wine pot.

Poured a cup for the cup in front of her.

And poured a cup for the cup in front of Jasmine as well.

The amber-colored wine liquid shimmered with a bright luster in the morning light.

The aroma steamed and dispersed with the hot Qi, filling the entire dining room.

Jasmine stood in place, her expression changing from shock and anger to suspicion, and then to half-doubt.

She looked at King Feiyun, then looked at Ziyi.

Ziyi had already plated the breakfast from the oiled paper bags.

Steaming steamed cakes, golden and crispy fried horns.

A dish of soy-marinated side dishes, and a large bowl of steaming spiritual rice porridge.

Ziyi arranged the chopsticks:

"I just went to the pastry shop to buy some breakfast."

"Seeing how your legs went soft just now, eat something to calm your nerves."

Jasmine's mouth twitched.

So they weren't secretly drinking her wine.

They went back specially to get it for her.

Jasmine wanted to say something.

But that wine aroma and the fragrance of the steamed cakes hooked her, making the words that had reached her lips take a hard turn.

"...Don't think that like this I will forgive you."

She said so with her mouth, but her body very honestly walked to the table.

Sat down heavily and reached out to pick up the wine cup in front of her.

Lowered her head and took a sip.

The amber-colored wine slid down her throat, warm and mellow.

Carrying a faint osmanthus fragrance, her whole body felt as if it had been soaked open by warmth.

Jasmine couldn't help drinking a few more sips before putting down the wine cup.

Picked up her chopsticks, picked up a piece of steamed cake, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The steamed cake was soft and dense, sweet without being greasy, piping hot, warming all the way to her stomach.

Her brows gradually unfurled, and the expression of "I am still Life Qi" on her little face was rapidly collapsing.

King Feiyun looked at her appearance of eating with her cheeks puffed out, picked up her own wine cup, took an unhurried sip, and said nothing.

Ziyi also sat down across the table, picked up her chopsticks, picked up a fried horn to eat slowly, and occasionally looked up at the morning light outside the window.

The atmosphere in the dining room was quiet and soothing, as if nothing had happened.

Jasmine ate three pieces of steamed cake in a row, downed half a cup of immortal brew, and finally recovered the blood color on her cheeks.

She put down her chopsticks and exhaled a long breath of Qi.

Leaned her whole body backward, leaning against the back of the chair.

Her expression had completely changed.

Light rekindled in those big eyes.

The expression of "You two wait for me" was brightly written on her little face.

The little loli holds grudges.

And does not appreciate the favor.

Although the wine was delicious, the steamed cake tasted good, and the fried horns were crispy, that was one matter.

Previously she was sandwiched left and right by the two and hateed to speechlessness, that was another matter.

Now she had recovered, had goods in her belly, and her lips had strength again.

She took a deep breath of Qi, and was about to speak.

King Feiyun put down her wine cup a step earlier:

"How is it, have you recovered?"

Ziyi also followed suit by putting down her chopsticks, tilted her head to look at her, with a trace of an extremely faint smile at the corners of her lips:

"Sister Jasmine, if you haven't recovered yet, you can lie prone for a while longer. We are not in a hurry."

The words that had just reached Jasmine's lips were forcefully blocked back by these two breezy greetings from the two.

Her cheeks puffed up slightly:

"You two—"