47: Chapter 47 Drinking Under the Moon: Why Is the Elder's Face So Red?

Watching as the rounded spirit-wood stopper was about to reseal the mouth of the flask, completely cutting off that intoxicating fragrance that tempted one to sin.

A hand, soft as if boneless and with slightly cool fingertips, pressed down on Gu Yi's wrist.

"There is no reason to take back wine that has already been given."

Liu Qingwan's voice held a hint of urgency; she even forgot to use her usual self-referential title, "this Elder."

She took the opportunity to snatch the mutton-fat jade wine flask from Gu Yi's palm, her movements revealing a hint of impatient wildness.

Gu Yi obediently loosened his grip, letting her snatch the flask away, the smile at the corners of his mouth exceptionally gentle.

Liu Qingwan tilted her slender swan-like neck, brought the mouth of the flask to her red lips, and took a large, unguarded gulp.

As the wine entered her mouth, it didn't have the fiery, throat-scorching harshness of ordinary potent spirit wine; instead, it transformed into a warm, lingering current that flowed straight down her throat and into the depths of her heart.

This warm current seemed to carry a strange magic, easily bypassing her formidable Soul Transformation Stage True Essence defenses, seeping directly into her limbs and bones, and wrapping around the heart that had been suppressed by Sect rules for hundreds of years.

"Haa…"

Liu Qingwan let out a long breath of wine-scented air, sweet and decadent.

The effect of the immortal brew took hold exceptionally quickly.

In just a moment, a flush like March peach blossoms appeared on her fair, stunningly beautiful cheeks.

Her peach-blossom eyes, which usually held a hint of playfulness and laziness, were now veiled in a hazy, watery sheen. As her gaze drifted, it was filled with nothing but defenseless tenderness.

She felt her head spinning slightly, and her body felt limp, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Her posture, which had been upright, began to sway on the slanted green tiles.

Gu Yi was quick-witted; he leaned forward slightly and naturally reached out his left hand, firmly wrapping it around her slender, yet voluptuous and soft waist.

Through the thin, plain-colored Daoist robe, the warm, soft sensation against his palm made his heart sway.

Liu Qingwan shivered slightly at this intimate contact.

The last shred of her remaining reason made her subconsciously want to break free from the large hand resting across her waist.

"Presumptuous… you little rascal, to dare take advantage of an Elder…"

She stretched out her hands to push against Gu Yi's chest, protesting with a coquettish scold.

Yet, her tone, softened by the slight intoxication, combined with her flushed eye corners and bone-deep allure, had no deterrent effect; instead, it felt more like a coy invitation.

Gu Yi not only didn't let go, but his arm tightened slightly, pulling her voluptuous body closer into his embrace.

"Elder, you have maintained the Sect's dignity for too long, and you are too tired."

Gu Yi lowered his head until his chin nearly touched her hair, his gentle voice filled with an irresistible sense of comfort and acceptance, "Tonight, on this rooftop, there are no Xuantian Sect rules, nor any hierarchy of seniority. There is only this bright moon, this gentle breeze, and Gu Yi, who is drinking with you. You can let down all your defenses and be your true self again."

Every word struck against the cracked psychological defenses of Liu Qingwan.

The medicinal effect of the Half-Step Madness True Heart Brew magnified her inner longing for freedom and her desire to be cared for to an extreme degree.

Those heavy, Elder-like airs, under the influence of alcohol and Gu Yi's high-level romantic offensive, melted away completely like snow under the scorching sun.

The hands Liu Qingwan had pressed against Gu Yi's chest lost the strength to resist.

She let out a soft, delicate sigh, her body going completely limp as she leaned obediently against Gu Yi's broad, warm shoulder.

The night breeze blew, bringing with it the pleasant, grassy scent of Gu Yi, which intertwined with the wine fragrance radiating from her, brewing an ambiguously thick atmosphere that could not be dissipated.

Liu Qingwan gazed at the bright moon in the night sky with hazy eyes.

Her jade hand, which had originally been pushing him away, had unknowingly changed into a loose grip; the tip of her fair, delicate index finger was unconsciously drawing small circles, one after another, on Gu Yi's chest.

"You little heartless one… usually you look so gentle and well-mannered, but deep down… you are worse than anyone…"

She muttered softly, her tone full of coquettishness and the dependence of someone who had completely fallen.

[Ding! Target heroine has dropped her Elder facade; psychological defenses have been completely breached by the Host!]

[High emotional intelligence tug-of-war effective, slightly intoxicated atmosphere achieved!]

[Reward calculation: Villain Points +300!]