Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 426 The sun and moon follow the seasons, winter and summer share frost and snow.

As night deepened, the snowfall intensified, blanketing the remote town of Yanyun with heavy, fluffy snowflakes.

With little entertainment available, most of the lights were extinguished and hidden in the snow, except for a small courtyard outside the town, which remained lit, becoming a faint glimmer of light amidst the layers of snow.

Outside the courtyard, several priceless Akhal-Teke horses were also fed a lot of fodder. After eating and drinking their fill, they lay down to sleep, and someone thoughtfully wrapped them in several blankets.

The yard wasn't big enough for them to rest, but they were well-behaved and didn't run around. They would just occasionally twitch their big ears, shake off the snow, and listen to the lively voices inside the yard and house gradually fading away.

After the turmoil in Yanyun, everyone finally had some peace and quiet, and they cherished the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. In their relaxation, they inevitably drank a little more wine.

Mu Li'er and Shen Xiangge were relatively better off because their martial arts skills were too high, but Luo Xiangzhu was already drunk and her face was flushed. She was quickly picked up by Zhao Wumian and placed on the couch.

She wasn't wearing shoes or socks, and as soon as she got on the bed, she instinctively burrowed inside, then obediently opened her arms, puffed out her chest, and her full breasts were about to burst out.

She wanted Zhao Wumian to undress her, and as always, he did so with unstoppable force...

Luo Xiangzhu is currently unconscious; this is purely an instinctive action born of habit.

With so many girls here, Zhao Wumian couldn't just let them sit at the table while he played with bamboo... Besides, his aunt was watching, and nothing had happened between them yet.

Zhao Wumian simply covered her with the blankets and then stepped back.

Luo Xiangzhu opened her almond-shaped eyes a crack, her gaze filled with a cute, bewildered look.

Why is this different from usual?
Given Luo Xiangzhu's personality, she could hardly be described as outwardly virtuous but inwardly charming. However, she and Zhao Wumian were deeply in love, so she had no psychological burden in doing such things. In addition, she had missed him very much after not seeing him for several days.

She assumed that Zhao Wumian wanted her to take the initiative.

It wasn't uncommon... Zhao Wumian knew she was shy, yet he still insisted she straddle his lap.

Luo Xiangzhu is experienced; with a single pull, the bamboo shoots emerge from the soil, resembling a delicate early spring morning, adorned with glistening dewdrops that are incredibly tempting.

After drinking too much alcohol, I inevitably broke out in a light sweat.

Not to mention Zhao Wumian, even the women present couldn't help but blush and look away. They never expected that the usually well-behaved and shy little princess would be so wild when she was drunk.

The otherwise pleasant family dinner immediately took on a somewhat ambiguous and ambiguous tone.

Mu Li'er's pretty face was slightly flushed, but she was still awake. She quickly knelt down on the couch, held Luo Xiangzhu's small hand, and gently scolded her:

"Get some sleep..."

Luo Xiangzhu was clearly not listening to anything now. She looked up blankly, and when she saw that it was Mu Li'er, she obediently moved to the side to make room for her.

It's obvious they want the master and apprentice to rise to the same level.

Mu Li'er blushed slightly, thinking to herself that it was all her fault.

Last time, to ease the awkward atmosphere of master and disciple serving together, he made Luo Xiangzhu drink quite a lot of wine, and he did it many times afterward. Now it seems that he has really turned the adorable little princess into something...

When drunk, he gets all tangled up and thinks of things that are high up in the sky.

Instead of teaching her any extraordinary martial arts skills, her master taught her these indecent and immoral things.

Thinking of this, Mu Li'er felt her face burning, and could only pull the blanket up to cover Luo Xiangzhu, whispering words of comfort.

Shen Xiangge propped her cheek up with her hand, playing with the wine cup in her small hand, and glanced at Luo Xiangzhu. Far from being shy, she looked at the two people in front of the bed with great interest.

Judging from Luo Xiangzhu's natural and habitual movements, Zhao Wumian and she must have been together for several months.

I had heard rumors on the way, but seeing it with my own eyes now, I know that the rumors in the martial arts world are not unfounded... Hey, are there any women around Zhao Wumian who have escaped unscathed?
Shen Xiangge silently downed the wine in his cup, his gaze subtly glancing at Xiao Lengyue, who was resting with her hand on her forehead and her eyes closed, seemingly slightly tipsy.

Xiao Lengyue had drunk quite a bit and was indeed a little dizzy, but not drunk enough. She just felt a little embarrassed.

The house is only so big, and there are no side rooms. They're always running into each other. Zhao Wumian and the other girls have already established relationships. Now that they've had a good meal and drinks, it wouldn't be surprising if something happened in the next moment.

But she just happened to be in the middle, neither here nor there.

Xiao Lengyue didn't want to disturb Zhao Wumian and his confidantes' fun, but where could she go? Should she stay outside in the middle of the night?

Doesn't that just make it seem like you have something to hide?
We can't just join, can we?

This… Xiao Lengyue did indeed vaguely sense that she seemed to have some rather strange thoughts about Zhao Wumian. Objectively speaking, this was clearly a good thing, so that the Xiao family of Chen Kingdom could have its bloodline continue.

But she never imagined that in front of so many girls... she would lose face as an elder in her family.
Look at her now, she's still sitting in the main seat!
While Xiao Lengyue was lost in thought, Guan Yunshu had already gotten up, smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress, and started clearing away the dishes.

As the hostess, she had to do housework, so she didn't drink much and remained quite clear-headed.

No matter how eager Zhao Wumian was, he couldn't let Guan Yunshu do the work alone. He went over to help her tidy up, but Guan Yunshu gave him a wink.

Let him take care of Su Qingqi.

Su Qingqi rarely drinks, but she had clearly drunk too much at the family banquet. She was lying on the table with her forehead against the back of her hand, seemingly asleep.

The bulging ball hangs down under gravity, its arc full of tension.

Zhao Wumian hugged Luo Xiangzhu, and naturally he couldn't neglect his Miss Su. He had to personally take care of everything to prevent Su Qingqi from feeling neglected and overthinking things.

Su Qingqi has always been a thoughtful person. Otherwise, how could she have secretly admired and developed a liking for Zhao Wumian when he took the time to act chivalrously during his escape in Jin?
Zhao Wumian nudged Su Qingqi's shoulder and heard her make a soft "uh-huh" sound, but she still didn't wake up. So he picked her up and carried her around the waist.

With her bare, fair feet no longer warmed by the stove under the table, Su Qingqi felt a slight chill in contrast and shrank back a little. Leaning against Zhao Wumian's chest, she groggily opened her eyes.

Zhao Wumian carried her towards the bed, lowering his eyes and whispering:

"Don't tell me how hard I worked in Yanyun. You came all the way from the Western Regions, crossing thousands of miles. You must be exhausted from the journey. Get some rest..."

Before Zhao Wumian could finish speaking, he saw Su Qingqi straighten her waist, lean forward, and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

Then she closed her eyes, subconsciously adjusted her posture, leaned on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, and fell into a comfortable sleep.

Zhao Wumian paused, a slight thought stirring in his heart. He couldn't help but kiss her adorable sleeping face before placing her on the couch to sleep next to Luo Xiangzhu.

At this moment, no one cared about the little bit of intimacy between Zhao Wumian and Su Qingqi; everyone was busy tidying up the house.

They had to do all sorts of chores, from washing dishes and wiping tables to sweeping floors. Without maids to serve them, they had to do all these mundane tasks, but they weren't pampered young ladies, and they even seemed to enjoy them.

At least for now, there is indeed a bit of a family atmosphere.

Shen Xiangge didn't offer any help. He sat alone in his chair, a hint of drunkenness in his eyes and brows. He held a black sword with a red sheath in his hand and looked down at the two nine-bell ornaments.

But a closer look at her expression revealed that she was clearly thinking about something else.

Zhao Wumian pulled out the brazier from under the table, threw in a few pieces of coal, squatted down in front of the brazier, and poked at it with an iron rod, sparks flying everywhere. He asked softly:
"Is it cold?"

Shen Xiangge snapped out of her daze and looked up to see Xiao Lengyue and Guan Yunshu carrying bowls and chopsticks, leaving the courtyard to wash the dishes by the river.

Shen Xiangge put down the nine-bell bell and fluttered onto Zhao Wumian's back like a butterfly. Her full breasts were flattened into pancakes, which aroused Zhao Wumian's already somewhat unbearable eagerness because of Luo Xiangzhu.

But she wasn't trying to be affectionate; instead, she whispered in Zhao Wumian's ear:

"Tell me the truth, do you have designs on your aunt?"

Zhao Wumian's fervent enthusiasm was suddenly dampened, and he said with a hint of helplessness, "Why are you asking this?"

"I am the woman you married after bowing to heaven and earth and to your parents, and you can't ask me anything?"

Shen Xiangge rested her chin on Zhao Wumian's shoulder and then pinched the end of her hair to brush against Zhao Wumian's cheek.

The ticklish sensation and the soft, cottony mass on his back made Zhao Wumian straighten his back slightly. After considering his words for a moment, he nodded slightly and told the truth without hiding anything.

“We’re not related by blood, and I was precocious from a young age, so I never really treated her like an ordinary aunt… If there’s nothing between us, I wouldn’t have any strange feelings for her, but…”

"Is that okay?" Shen Xiangge tilted her head cutely.

This is a family matter. If Xiao Lengyue didn't allow it, Zhao Wumian wouldn't have said anything, otherwise it would have been clearly disrespectful to his aunt. It had nothing to do with the closeness of his relationship with Shen Xiangge, so he simply said:

“Once there’s been some physical contact and feelings have developed, it would be self-deception to pretend that nothing happened. It’s just that my aunt has never been able to get over this hurdle in her heart, so I’ve never forced her to do anything.”

"kindness……"

Shen Xiangge did not act jealous or playful as usual, but instead pondered to herself, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes showing a thoughtful expression, as if she was thinking about something.

Mu Li'er did not leave the room. Instead, she swept the room clean, took out clean bedding, and spread it on the floor in front of the bed, preparing to sleep on the floor.

The soft couch isn't very big; even if people squeeze in, it can only sleep three or four people.

As a martial arts master with incredibly keen senses, upon hearing this, she turned around and offered advice.

“I noticed that your aunt’s gaze towards you is unusual… so you don’t need to worry. With you spending so much time together, things will naturally fall into place sooner or later.”

Zhao Wumian shared Mu Li'er's thoughts, which is why he didn't go straight to the point like he did with the Empress Dowager.

Shen Xiangge remained silent, pouting as she continued to ponder her words.

Zhao Wumian didn't think much of it. He stood up, which also raised Shen Xiangge's perspective, bringing her back to her senses.

"You stay inside and keep warm, I'll go outside and help," he said softly as he put Shen Xiangge down.

Shen Xiangge wasn't wearing shoes or socks, her fair feet reluctant to touch the ground, her long legs stretched out to the side on the floor mat. She didn't say anything upon hearing this, clearly plotting something in her mind.

Zhao Wumian added a few more pieces of coal to the brazier, pushed open the door, and stepped out of the warm room into the cold wind and snow.

rustle----

He pulled his coat tighter, followed the footprints out of the courtyard, and came to the riverbank, where he washed the dishes with Guan Yunshu and Xiao Lengyue.

The two women didn't say much. After washing up, Guan Yunshu carried the basket containing the bowls and chopsticks towards the courtyard, but saw Zhao Wumian being pulled away by Xiao Lengyue, presumably wanting to say something private. So she left alone.

Under the willow tree, Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue stood together, their breaths escaping slightly.

"what happened?"

After much deliberation, Xiao Lengyue decided it was best not to be a third wheel, so she blushed slightly and suggested:

"Auntie, why don't we go to town and find an inn to stay at?"

"Huh?" Zhao Wumian raised his hand and touched Xiao Lengyue's smooth forehead, saying helplessly:
"What nonsense are you talking about, Aunt? Do you think I'm some kind of lustful monster who insists on doing that at this time? Go back to sleep."

Xiao Lengyue glanced at Zhao Wumian and said softly:
"It's fine if your aunt lives outside. She's not some naive young girl who likes to overthink things. You should spend some time with them... Hey, why are you pulling me?"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Wumian pulled her back into the house in the courtyard.

The room had been tidied up, and Mu Li'er knelt on the floor mat, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Shen Xiangge was already lying on the couch, sleeping with Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu.

Although the house was small, the sight of so many people huddled together created a subtle, warm feeling, like huddling together for warmth on a snowy night.

Seeing Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue approach, Guan Yunshu didn't say much. She gently blew out the candle, then took off her shoes and socks, sat cross-legged on the floor mat, let out a cute yawn, and said somewhat wearily:

"Get some rest early."

"Go to sleep," Zhao Wumian said to Xiao Lengyue before sitting cross-legged on the floor.

As soon as her lover drew near, Guan Yunshu couldn't help but complain to him, letting out a soft sigh as she said:

"These trivial household chores seem more tiring than practicing martial arts."

She rubbed her shoulders, completely unconcerned about Xiao Lengyue and Zhao Wumian's affair, and simply talked about her own feelings.

Zhao Wumian massaged her shoulders, smiled, and spoke softly so as not to disturb Luo Xiangzhu and Su Qingqi's sound sleep.

"It'll only be a few days. Once we return to the capital, we'll have plenty of maids and palace maids to serve us."

"It's fine to let the maids and palace maids do some chores like washing dishes and cleaning the yard, but I still have to do the cooking and laundry myself."

"Why?"

"To make you completely dependent on me... You'll never feel right without me."

The two sat on the floor and whispered to each other. Seeing this, Xiao Lengyue had no choice but to suppress her own inexplicable thoughts and go to bed to rest.

The room was dark, and apart from the faint sounds of breathing and the crackling of the brazier, there was only the soft whispering of Zhao Wumian and Guan Yunshu.

Later, the two fell silent, and the sound of the wind and snow outside gradually blended into the darkness, creating a rhythmic yet tranquil atmosphere that made one feel sleepy.

Soon, Guan Yunshu rested her little face on Zhao Wumian's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Wumian indeed had no wicked intentions, but sleeping in the room, his nose was filled with the various fragrances of the women, and his hot, delicate bodies were pressed against his side.

Among them, Mu Li'er, Su Qingqi, Luo Xiangzhu, and Shen Xiangge were all people he hadn't seen for a long time. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he couldn't help but feel a strong urge to get back together with them.

But thinking of his aunt, and not wanting her to feel that he had ruined his plans with the ladies, he quietly got up and covered Guan Yunshu with the blankets.

Xiao Lengyue was clearly not asleep. Seeing this, she looked at him with a puzzled expression, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes seemingly carrying a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Zhao Wumian picked up the red-sheathed black sword from the table and used telepathy to explain something to Xiao Lengyue.

"With the Nine Bells here, I can't resist the urge to go out and contemplate them... I also want to go to the grasslands to see them. I'll do some more contemplation before leaving the pass, as it's always good to have more skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved like a ghost, and with a slight click, the door opened for a moment and then suddenly closed tightly again.

Xiao Lengyue withdrew her gaze and lay down on the couch, but found it difficult to fall asleep, feeling that her heartbeat was unusually rapid.

Everyone says that Marquis Weiming is a womanizer, and Xiao Lengyue also knows that Zhao Wumian is not interested in power, status, gold and silver treasures, but only in girls.

Now, reuniting with so many ladies I haven't seen in so long is like dry wood meeting a raging fire... It's impossible to say I have no feelings for them.

But he still found an excuse to reassure himself.

He treats me so well.

Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue are family, so there's no need to delve into whether they're good to each other or not; it's only natural.

We're family.

But at this moment, Xiao Lengyue couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

Marquis Weiming was indeed a womanizer, but the world only saw him as someone who was fond of women, unaware that what he truly valued was clearly the affection in his heart. Xiao Lengyue didn't know if Zhao Wumian had the same feelings for her, but knowing how good he was to her, her heart inexplicably raced a little.

She wondered to herself if she had really developed feelings for Zhao Wumian.
Xiao Yuanmu told her to first test whether she had any desire for Zhao Wumian... Only with desire can there be affection, and only with affection should one consider the continuation of the Xiao family bloodline.

Without this relationship, even if the Xiao family line were to end, Xiao Lengyue would obviously not easily give herself to anyone.

Since Zhao Wumian fought against the Wuxiang Emperor, Xiao Lengyue has been driven by desire... so the next step should be the word 'love'.

She was pondering whether she should have a proper talk with Zhao Wumian.

They didn't talk about trivial matters, but only about their relationship, so as to avoid dragging things out and making no progress. After returning to the capital, they were met with a disappointed look from Yuanmu.

If Zhao Wumian also had feelings for her, then... Xiao Lengyue's heart raced even faster.

But for some reason, as a concubine, she felt an indescribable shyness and nervousness rising in her heart, just like a young girl, and she dared not take that step.

As Xiao Lengyue tossed and turned on the bed, lost in thought, she noticed that as soon as Zhao Wumian left, the sleeping little nun immediately opened her eyes, looking somewhat unaccustomed to it. She had actually woken up, and then she propped herself up, looking around.

Afterwards, she put on Zhao Wumian's fox fur coat, put on her shoes and socks, and quietly left the house.

Xiao Lengyue withdrew her gaze, a faint sense of regret at having been beaten to it...

Now that Guan Yunshu has passed by, it's clear she has little chance to be alone with Wumian.

As she pondered, someone gently patted her shoulder from behind and whispered, "Aunt Xiao."

Xiao Lengyue turned around and saw Shen Xiangge staring intently at her. When he saw her looking at him, he smiled and pointed to the table outside the bed.

There was also a lot of unfinished wine on it.

"You were once the Palace Master of Tai Xuan Palace, and I am also a member of Cang Hua Lou. We are both from the Demonic Sect. Back in the East Sea, we should have drunk together and cursed the imperial court. But at that time, we were all overwhelmed with other matters, so it was left unresolved... I can't sleep in the middle of the night, so let's talk..."

Xiao Lengyue looked puzzled, but how could she refuse the junior's invitation when Shen Xiangge had extended such a warm invitation?

The two women quietly got up and, to avoid waking the others, they quietly sat down at the table.

Despite being the esteemed Lady Canghua, Shen Xiangge genuinely poured wine for Xiao Lengyue as if she were a junior... It wasn't an act; she truly respected Zhao Wumian's aunt.

The two women chatted via telepathy and soon began cursing Luo Chaoyan's grandfather... Emperor Taizu Gao.

During the reign of Emperor Taizu Gao, both Huanzhen Pavilion and Taixuan Palace suffered hardships and dangers because of him.

This topic really stirred up Xiao Lengyue's emotions. Back then, she was only a teenager, but she was harassed and hunted down by the imperial court in every way. It seemed that there was no place for her in the vast martial arts world.

Shen Xiangge was the same... except that she was scolding her master, Yan Rongfei.

Mu Li'er looked at the two women drinking with a puzzled expression, then yawned, too lazy to ask any more questions. She simply got up, lay back on the couch, propped her cheek on her hand, and gently patted Luo Xiangzhu and Su Qingqi with her other hand, like a mother coaxing her children to sleep...

Luo Xiangzhu is twenty years old this year, and Su Qingqi is seventeen. At Mu Li'er's age, she can't be called a mother, but she is definitely an older sister, so she takes good care of them.

Outside, the wind and snow raged, and the silver moon was faintly visible through the dark clouds.

Zhao Wumian sat cross-legged outside, leaning against the wall. He quickly cleared his mind of distractions and focused his attention on the black sword in its red sheath, carefully comprehending its power.

No matter how high his martial arts skills are, or how respected he is by many in the martial arts world, he is still a worldly martial artist. Comprehending the Nine Bells will definitely be beneficial to his martial arts.

Since we don't rely on these nine bells to connect heaven and earth, any further insights we gain now can only be considered as learning from our strengths and taking a further step towards exploring the path of immortals.

Zhao Wumian's talent was self-evident. After a short while of contemplation, he suddenly looked up, pondered for a moment, and then reached out to catch the falling snow.

An invisible internal energy brushed across his palm, instantly splitting the tiny snowflakes in two.

crunch————

Guan Yunshu, wrapped in a fox fur coat, walked out of the house. Zhao Wumian came back to his senses, dispersed his inner energy, and glanced at her sideways.

"Why did you come out?"

Guan Yunshu was still sleepy, but the wind and snow outside made her wake up. She gently stroked her skirt and sat down next to Zhao Wumian, then pulled open her fox fur coat like a blanket and draped it over the two of them.

"Now that you're gone, I'm finding it hard to sleep alone... I think Shen Xiangge was right. I've lived alone for twenty years, and after only a few days of peace with you, things have already changed drastically."

Inside the fox fur coat, Zhao Wumian embraced Guan Yunshu's slender waist, and Guan Yunshu rested her small face on his shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wumian did not say much, but simply smiled and placed the red-sheathed black sword beside him.

The two leaned against the wall, wrapped in fox fur, listening to the wind and snow outside, huddling together for warmth.

They didn't talk much about trivial matters, but simply enjoyed the warmth of each other's company.

After watching the snow for a while, the two noticed that Shen Xiangge and Xiao Lengyue had inexplicably gotten up to drink inside, but they didn't want to spoil the atmosphere and didn't pay any attention to it.

It was just a little drinking.

whoosh—

The wind and snow are still there.

Snow quickly accumulated on their hair.

Zhao Wumian looked down and saw Yun Shu with her eyes lightly closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly. There was also snow falling, and her pretty face was so serene and beautiful in the snow.

Thin, red lips, pressed together, are captivating.

Zhao Wumian slowly moved closer.

boo~
Guan Yunshu was not asleep, nor did she resist; she simply obediently raised her chin.

Wrapped in fox furs, the two embraced and kissed, the biting wind and snow outside only highlighting the intense warmth of their tight embrace.

Zhao Wumian's hand unconsciously caressed Guan Yunshu's calves, then slid up her fair legs from under her skirt.

Gee...

Amidst the wind and snow, there could be a faint, unusual sound.

Guan Yunshu's pretty face inevitably began to blush, and she had no choice but to reach out and press her small hand against Zhao Wumian's wrist.

There are still people inside.

Zhao Wumian did not want to embarrass his aunt, so he did not go any further. He only felt a little regretful, but suddenly...

crunch————

The door was pushed open, and Shen Xiangge, her face flushed, staggering, and clearly drunk, appeared.

She glanced at the couple dining alone outside, paused slightly, then unconsciously flashed her little tiger teeth in a slightly fierce yet endearing way. Remembering her business, she pointed behind her, let out a cute hiccup, and then said:
"Auntie, Auntie has been drunk by me..."

She swayed unsteadily. To ensure Xiao Lengyue was drunk, they had obviously agreed not to use martial arts. She took a few steps forward and then collapsed uncontrollably, only to be caught by Zhao Wumian.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wumian was taken aback and peeked into the room.

Xiao Lengyue, her forehead resting on her forearm, was fast asleep on the table in almost the same position as Su Qingqi, muttering to herself unconsciously.

"You son of a bitch, Hong Tian..."

?

While Zhao Wumian was still wondering, the person in his arms exhaled hot breath full of the smell of wine, and then there was a 'pop' sound.

Shen Xiangge held Zhao Wumian's neck tightly, offering no explanation, and simply continued to be intimate with her lover.

Guan Yunshu frowned slightly, quickly smoothed the hem of her skirt, and when she stood up, her legs were still a little weak. She felt as if she had sweated a lot, and there were obvious traces of sweat on the snow beneath her.

Her face turned even redder, and she subtly stepped on the mark, then curiously looked into the house.

Mu Li'er had clearly not slept. Seeing Xiao Lengyue drunk, she thoughtfully came over and helped her up. Then she exchanged glances with Guan Yunshu standing in front of the door.

The two women looked increasingly bewildered. Mu Li'er, being more experienced, immediately realized what Shen Xiangge was trying to do. She avoided eye contact, her pretty face flushed, and first helped Xiao Lengyue to lie down on the couch.

Zhao Wumian immediately understood her meaning. After he separated from Shen Xiangge for a while, he helped her into the house, only to see Mu Li'er already sitting on the floor in a duck-sitting position, raising her hand to unbutton her white clothes.

Soon after, the white bodice slipped off her skin, leaving her only in a white dress.

Mu Li'er blushed, not daring to look at Zhao Wumian, covering her face with one hand and glancing away from him.

After a long time apart, everyone, regardless of who they are, wants to have a good, warm greeting.

Seeing this, it would be tactless for Zhao Wumian to say anything more.

He put one arm around the drunken Shen Xiangge and pulled Guan Yunshu with the other, walked into the house, and gently kicked the door shut.

Guan Yunshu knew things were going to get bad as soon as she saw this, her face flushed red instantly, and she struggled a bit, "You, you let me go..."

She tried to break free, but what had just happened left her legs weak and she had no strength left.

"Hey~"

She could only gasp in surprise before being pulled to sit down on the floor.

Shen Xiangge was not ashamed of such a thing at all. Before she had taken more than a few steps, her dress had already slipped to the ground.

As soon as Zhao Wumian got into bed, she put her hands on her lover's shoulders and straddled his lap.

Soon, the rustling sound of clothes slipping off could be heard again.

Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu slept for a while and sobered up a bit. At this moment, they smelled a very familiar scent, and their bodies became hot involuntarily in their sleep. They could vaguely hear some noises.

A moment later, he opened his eyes groggily and saw Guan Yunshu holding onto the soft couch with both hands, her face flushed.

Upon seeing this, the two women's almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, and they sobered up immediately.

Now that they've woken up... it's impossible for them to escape unscathed.

"Huh...huh..."

Shen Xiangge lay on her side in the corner of the soft couch. Because she was the most proactive, she became the first person to run out of energy.

They are resting now.

After her almond-shaped eyes glazed over for a moment, she seemed to remember something. Like a cat, she crawled a few steps on the couch and came to Xiao Lengyue. She then began to undress her.

Zhao Wumian saw this and exclaimed, "You..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Lengyue seemed very sensitive. Her clothes had just been slightly loosened when she suddenly opened her eyes.

Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue looked at each other.

An unspoken atmosphere lingered, and a few seconds of silence seemed to follow.

Then, Xiao Lengyue, slightly tipsy, moved her eyes and suddenly leaned forward to peck Zhao Wumian on the lips, then whispered to herself:
"Sleepless..."

Those two short words contained countless emotions, but to Zhao Wumian, they sounded gentle.

“Auntie is drunk…” He certainly didn’t want to take advantage of her, so he quickly pulled up her dress again.

But Xiao Lengyue's legs were tightly pressed together under her skirt, her slender waist twisting slightly, looking quite aroused.

Xiao Lengyue said softly, "Being drunk is a good thing... Auntie knows what she's doing."

Xiao Lengyue slowly propped herself up, and her dress immediately slipped off her shoulders due to gravity, revealing the moon-white silk bodice underneath.

She seemed to be affected by the scene before her, her eyebrows and eyes filled with emotion. She gently stroked Zhao Wumian's cheek with both hands, and then took the initiative to lean forward, her red lips slightly pursed.

boo~
“Huff…”

Outside, the wind and snow continued, and the silver moon was faintly visible behind the thick clouds.

With Xiao Lengyue's experience, how could she not see what Shen Xiangge meant?
She was secretly ashamed when she realized that even a junior like Shen Xiangge had started to worry about her and Zhao Wumian.

How could a martial arts master like myself have fallen to such an indecisive state?

Xiao Yuanmu offered a plan to help, and now Shen Xiangge is also adding fuel to the fire. Will everyone around her be unable to stand it anymore and come to give her a push in the future?
What does this sound like?

A woman of the martial world, she either likes what she likes or dislikes what she dislikes; why think so much?
Life is short, why not give it a try?

Some people want to try, but they never have the chance... just like wine.

Xiao Lengyue appeared drunk, but she was actually faking it. Lying on the couch, she kept thinking about her relationship with Zhao Wumian.

Then she suddenly remembered the regret she felt when Guan Yunshu went out of the house first to look for Zhao Wumian.

This is just a minor regret, but if I continue to hesitate, will I regret it even more in the future?
Therefore, she finally understood and decided to go all out.

Taking advantage of her drunkenness to conceal her inner embarrassment, she slowly unbuttoned her long skirt, revealing her rather voluptuous, snow-white legs. She then exhaled a breath of ambiguous alcohol fumes towards Zhao Wumian and whispered:
"Sleepless..."

Zhao Wumian knew everything just from hearing those two words.

Since his aunt had already given up on her hesitation, he naturally wouldn't hesitate to consider it further.

He wrapped his arms around Xiao Lengyue's waist, the heat of her body traveling through his skin to his heart. Gazing at Xiao Lengyue's overly youthful face, he couldn't help but say:
"Auntie is so beautiful."

"You've liked your aunt since you were little?"

"No, not really... I only started liking it recently."

"Auntie doesn't believe it."

"..."

…………

The howling snow outside had never been so gentle.

(End of this chapter)