CHAPTER 453
Qinghan Is a Naughty Child
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Want one?
Before she could finish the sentence, the "hangover pill" had already entered Su Cheng's stomach.
Ye Qinghan had picked it up with chopsticks and held it to his master's lips. Su Cheng, still groggy, mistook it for food and ate it…
【Huh? A hangover pill? Have I really fallen so far I need one? I'm at peak Nascent Soul stage, aren't I?】
Seeing his master's suspicion, Ye Qinghan quickly pressed herself against Su Cheng's chest!
She asked tenderly, "Master, feeling better now?"
After cultivating the Frostblade Sword Art, Ye Qinghan radiated icy coldness from head to toe. Now, she channeled her inner energy to transform into a mini-fridge, cranking up the power to cool her master!
"Much better."
Listening to their exchange, Su Muchan was speechless. Ye Qinghan sure knew how to lay into her master!
One scheme after another—spiked wine mixed with fox demon saliva. Su Cheng had downed over a dozen jugs!
And that wasn't enough—he'd also forced his master to swallow the Vitality-Boosting Pill!
Consider this: the chair Su Cheng sat upon was already encrusted with ice shards!
Yet even so, Su Cheng was merely feeling slightly better…
Su Muchan dared not imagine what would happen if Ye Qinghan left. Without someone to physically cool him down, not a single woman in this room would escape unscathed…
After another round of drinks, Su Cheng felt his mind growing hazy…
"Qinghan, it seems your master has had a bit too much to drink…"
The medicine mixed with fragrant saliva had long taken effect—he'd already swallowed three of those vitality pills!
Even a demigod's physique couldn't withstand such relentless pressure…
But the fact that the master could still recognize his own intoxication meant, in Ye Qinghan's eyes, that he hadn't drunk well at all!
Her master's training manual stated it clearly: she must only act upon her master's explicit command.
This was a principle!
Today, unless she pried open her master's mouth, she would drink herself to death right here!
Her master's hand was already growing restless, slipping beneath her Glass Silk Water-Sleeve Dress. She knew her master was nearing his limit.
Opportunities like this don't come twice. If she backed down now, she'd have wasted her time as the First Disciple!
"Master, what are you saying? Could it be you're unhappy to see Qinghan? How could we not drink a few more cups?"
Today, tonight, she was determined to rise in rank. This role of master's wife—she had to have it!
Ever since the night she became his disciple, she had yearned to taste her master's essence.
"Shiyao, fetch more wine. Qinghan will keep Master company until we're thoroughly satisfied~"
"Ah? Senior Sister… this…"
Ye Qinghan said nothing, merely glancing back. A single look was enough to transform her hesitant junior sister into one of unwavering resolve!
"Ah! Right! It's a joyous occasion today, everyone should drink more! Master should drink more too!"
Su Cheng's tone had also grown slightly off: "Qinghan… that hangover remedy…"
Ye Qinghan thought to herself, Oh my, right!
Ask Qinghan for a hangover remedy? That's the way to go!
She had nothing else, but when it came to this sobering elixir, Master could have as much as he desired!
Allowing the Master's hands to roam freely over her jade-like back, Ye Qinghan knew the Master's body already craved her. Only, the Master hadn't yet realized it.
This dosage would be no problem for an ordinary man.
Even a bull would fall victim!
But who was her Master? She dared not gamble!
If this attempt failed, Master might be on guard next time!
She had to ensure that when she withdrew from him, he would beg her to stay…
"Oh oh oh, yes yes yes!"
Instinctively tightening his embrace around the delicate form in his arms, Su Cheng swayed as he stared at the wine cup before him, feeling his head grow heavier and heavier.
But when that "hangover pill" was pushed into his mouth by delicate jade-like hands, the dizziness receded, only to be replaced by a wave of heat.
He could only instinctively cling tighter to the icy coolness in his arms—it seemed the only thing offering him any comfort.
The wine Xiao Ai had brought was long finished. By now, Su Cheng and Ye Qinghan were drinking Lingxian Hall's own brew, usually stored in the storeroom. Li Shiyao occasionally stole sips, and Dongfang Jue would sometimes drink some while bathing.
They drank from noon until night, deep into the hours after dark.
Ye Qinghan hadn't expected this demigod's physique to be so resilient.
When her master's hand slid inward along her thigh, Ye Qinghan knew the moment had arrived.
"Master, it's getting late. Qinghan will escort you back to rest."
"Very well…"
She exchanged a knowing glance with her two junior sisters, then nodded briefly to Lord Gu Ai in gratitude. Ye Qinghan then returned to her quarters—the main event was about to begin.
Master was already impatient. To anyone watching, it was obvious what Su Cheng needed at that moment.
Ye Qinghan steadied her swaying master with one arm while downing the remaining half-flask of wine with the other.
Yes, she drank the same as her master. Ever since the moon climbed above the treetops, she had been preparing for this night.
This madness, she intended to savor with her master~
As Ye Qinghan's body temperature rose, Su Cheng no longer contented himself with mere physical intimacy. With Ye Qinghan kicking the palace doors shut, the madness between master and disciple erupted.
Ye Qinghan thought it, and Master acted upon it. That large hand gripped her slender waist with iron, rendering her powerless—even as the Demon Emperor of the Northern Realm.
Pinned to the bed by her master, her hands pinned above her head, Ye Qinghan had no strength left to resist.
As her yearning to be dominated mingled with the drug's effects, Ye Qinghan burned with increasing intensity. Yet this heat was not what the frenzied man before her desired.
The heat craved a deeper madness and release.
The warrior yearned for battle.
He was a warrior born, every muscle sculpted for this very moment.
When animal instincts were pushed to their limit, primal ferocity could become profoundly beautiful.
Violence, domination—these were the bloodlust inherent to a man, an indispensable trait for a warrior. Yet before his disciple, the man who was his master concealed it.
And this is precisely what the Fox Demon King craved. You talk about freedom with a stray child?
No! Ye Qinghan never desired freedom. She yearned to be dominated by the man she loved, craved that searing gaze.
She wanted to be with her master forever. Yet, at the very moment she seemed destined to be devoured like a delicate cream cake, her master suddenly froze…
"Qinghan… your master…"
The look in his eyes and the expression on his face were unmistakable to Ye Qinghan—utter disbelief.
Su Cheng never imagined he would do such a thing to his disciple.
He sprang to his feet, his swaying body crashing heavily against the wardrobe with a loud thud.
This unsteadiness wasn't due to physical weakness, but rather his mind battling desire for control of his body.
It wasn't hard to grasp that this wasn't drunkenness. What was incomprehensible was that he had truly been drugged.
Before Xiao Ai and the Thirteen Valkyries, before his three direct disciples—all people he trusted.
"Qinghan… Hurry…"
As if battling an inner demon, Ye Qinghan could see her master was suffering. Once that icy body left Su Cheng, nothing could cool him down anymore, and no one could ease his craving.
Ye Qinghan understood her master wouldn't last much longer, and she knew he was signaling for her to leave quickly.
Most likely, the master had seen her pinned to the bed and assumed something had happened.
And wasn't this precisely what Ye Qinghan desired?
"Master, Qinghan is a bad girl…"
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