Chapter 184: What Young Master Likes
That night, Chen Yin returned to the hut and made mapo tofu for Nan Xiaoxiang as promised.
Not only that, but Qingying requested hot and sour noodles, Luo Luo wanted spicy snails noodles, and Ye Huang, who hadn’t had a decent meal in months, asked for a whole beggar’s chicken.
Chen Yin spent the evening playing chef, preparing a feast for everyone.
After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms to rest, except for Chen Yin, who once again made his way to the secluded cliff behind the village.
As expected,
The masked figure was there, leaning against a rock, his gaze fixed on Chen Yin’s room.
“Enjoying the night view again, my friend?”
The masked figure turned around silently, his expression hidden behind the mask.
…This guy was really quiet. Chen Yin wondered what was going on.
“I brought some good wine, knowing how much you enjoy it.”
He placed several jars of wine on a small wooden table and sat down.
As he had expected,
The masked figure hesitated for a moment, then joined him, and they began drinking in silence.
Chen Yin watched him drink, then took a sip himself, a cheerful smile on his face.
The night was cool and clear, the stars shining brightly, the miasma thinned by the gentle breeze. They sat there, like carefree hermits, enjoying the peace and quiet.
After a few cups, Chen Yin looked at the empty wine jars and chuckled.
“You have quite the tolerance. I haven’t met anyone who could drink like this in years.”
The masked figure remained silent.
“Have you ever been drunk?”
“…Once.”
“When was the last time?”
The masked figure was silent for a moment, then shook his head slowly. “…A few years ago.”
“I also met someone with an extraordinary tolerance for alcohol.”
Chen Yin blinked.
“I imagine you enjoyed that drinking session immensely.”
To his surprise, the masked figure suddenly smiled.
It was a faint, almost wistful smile, as if he was recalling a pleasant memory.
“Quite the opposite.”
“It was the most boring drinking session of my life.” He looked down at the village below.
“Why?”
“Because one of us was drunk. And the other wasn’t.”
Chen Yin understood that feeling.
A drunk person always felt out of sync with a sober one.
It was like a one-sided conversation…
…a pointless pursuit.
The masked figure raised his cup. “Can you get drunk tonight?”
“That depends on your tolerance.”
They clinked their cups and drank.
The wind howled through the mountains, and the cries of night ravens echoed in the distance.
Chen Yin couldn’t remember how much they drank.
After finishing the jars he had brought, he pulled out more from the System Shop.
One jar, two jars, ten jars, twenty jars… the empty jars piled up around them.
Thanks to his blue spiritual energy, Chen Yin’s mind remained clear.
But to his surprise, the masked figure only swayed slightly, showing no signs of severe intoxication.
They had drunk enough to kill a normal person.
“Are you drunk yet?”
The masked figure lowered his head, his face still hidden behind the mask.
“More.” He said softly.
He reached for a jar of wine.
Chen Yin also reached for the same jar.
Their hands brushed against each other.
The masked figure flinched as if he had been electrocuted, and he quickly pulled his hand away, knocking over the wine jar. The alcohol spilled onto his robe.
“Don’t touch me!” His voice was filled with a sudden tension.
Chen Yin was startled by his reaction.
“Um… are you alright?”
The masked figure seemed to realize he had overreacted. After a moment of silence, he said softly,
“…I’m fine.”
“I-I’m not used to being touched.”
Chen Yin looked at him curiously.
“Do you need something to wipe—”
“No.”
The masked figure pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the spilled wine from his robe, his voice cold and indifferent.
Then he noticed Chen Yin staring at his hand.
“What?” he asked, his voice sharp.
“Ah, nothing.”
Chen Yin smiled warmly.
“If you’re not drunk yet, let’s continue. Let’s drink till we drop!”
They clinked their cups again, and the masked figure drained his in one gulp.
Chen Yin slowly sipped his wine, his eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the masked figure.
His gaze was thoughtful and calculating.
…No one knew what he was thinking.
They continued drinking until dawn, the sky painted with the colors of sunrise, neither of them willing to concede defeat.
The masked figure stood up and turned to leave.
“Wait.”
He turned and looked at Chen Yin silently.
“I enjoyed drinking with you tonight. If you’re ever in the mood for a drink, come find me here.”
Chen Yin smiled and bowed slightly.
The masked figure simply nodded and said, without turning back,
“Likewise.”
Back in his room, Chen Yin ran into Luo Luo, who had just woken up.
“Ah, Young Master!”
She wrinkled her nose at the strong smell of alcohol on him and said with concern, “Did you drink so much again?”
“I had to pay a price for information.”
Chen Yin ruffled her hair gently. “Don’t worry, your Young Master has a high tolerance.”
…But even he felt a little tired after drinking all night.
He still had to teach Lian’er how to cultivate. He needed a nap.
“Luo Luo will make your bed, Young Master!”
Luo Luo prepared his bed and poured him a cup of sobering tea.
Chen Yin took a sip and collapsed onto the bed,
His snores echoing through the room.
Luo Luo carefully removed his shoes and outer robe, then tucked him in.
She sat by the bedside, her bright eyes watching his sleeping face.
“Young Master~ Young Master~ Are you asleep?”
He didn’t respond.
“You’re sleeping like a log.”
She poked his cheek gently with her finger.
Chen Yin continued to snore, completely oblivious.
Luo Luo, like a child with a new toy, poked his forehead, his nose, his throat.
As if he were a large, plush doll.
Finding this amusing, she leaned closer, her nose touching his.
His nose was straight and defined, and she felt a ticklish sensation on her own nose.
She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
She gently nibbled on his nose, leaving a small, wet mark with her tiny fangs.
Then she snuggled into his arms, her tail wagging excitedly, her eyes wide open as she watched his chest rise and fall rhythmically.
She found this strangely entertaining.
She could watch him sleep forever.
Holding his arm close, she murmured,
“When are you going to claim Luo Luo, Young Master?”
“Luo Luo is not small anymore. I’m a grown-up now.”
But then she looked down at her chest and pouted.
“They’re not as big as Mother’s yet… but they’ll grow.”
“You have to wait for Luo Luo, okay, Young Master?”
She propped her head up with her hand and stared at his face, a soft smile on her lips.
“Luo Luo is your servant, but I haven’t done anything servant-like yet. It’s always Young Master taking care of Luo Luo. Today, I finally have a chance to take care of you!”
She closed her eyes contentedly, her fluffy tail wrapping around his hand.
“Luo Luo has been learning how to be a good woman. When I grow up, I’ll learn many things. I’ll learn how to cook like you, so I can make you anything you want. You like tea, so I’ll learn how to brew it. You like seeing Luo Luo in pretty dresses, so I’ll wear them for you.”
Her cheek rested against his arm, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beside her ear.
Listening to his heartbeat made her feel safe and secure.
After a while, a slightly scandalous thought crossed her mind.
She looked around, making sure she was alone, then blushed and reached out towards his chest.
Her small, cool hand slid beneath his robe and touched his skin.
…So warm.
Warm and comforting, so pleasant to the touch.
The warmth radiating from his chest made her cheeks flush.
She felt like a lovesick teenager.
“Good thing he’s asleep… This would be so embarrassing…”
She looked at his face and swallowed nervously.
“Will Young Master be angry if I secretly touch him like this?”
“Even if you are, you have to forgive Luo Luo.”
She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin, the warmth of his chest beneath her fingertips.
Like caressing a precious work of art.
Suddenly, Chen Yin’s snoring stopped, and he shifted slightly.
Luo Luo’s eyes snapped open, her fur standing on end.
But he just rolled over, facing her, his other arm instinctively wrapping around her,
As if he was hugging a pillow.
Luo Luo’s face burned with embarrassment.
But listening to his steady breathing, she peeked at him shyly,
Then gently nuzzled his cheek and whispered,
“Goodnight, Young Master.”
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