All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 418 - 256 What did you just call the master? Yanbao’er?_2

"That... um, wearing clothes after drinking isn’t good for your health..."

"..."

"Why call her Key Smoke?"

But Ji Nanjue paid no mind to Su Bei’s response, seemingly determined to fixate on this issue.

At this moment, Key Smoke’s dazed voice seemed to come from behind them, "I’m so hot..."

"Su Bei, I’m so hot..."

As she spoke, she began to take off her clothes bit by bit. The white gauze dress slid down from her calves, falling around her ankles. Her arched foot was revealed, a few spots of red showing through—a graceful curve—as her clothes fluttered up.

Su Bei suddenly felt an inexplicable energy fill his body. The Selfless Realm activated in an instant, suppressing the restlessness in his heart as he explained, "Look, your master is like this..."

"If you don’t take care of her, it’s not good for her body."

"Be good now, step aside..."

"..."

Ji Nanjue stepped forward, firmly blocking Su Bei’s line of sight, preventing him from seeing what was happening behind her. "I won’t allow it."

"Even if you die, she won’t."

"You’re up to no good!"

"..."

Su Bei coughed awkwardly, his eyes then filled with a look of noble righteousness. "I, Su Mou, am a man of integrity, like Wei Wu... a graceful gentleman, as pure as a breeze through my sleeves, composed even amidst temptation. How could I possibly commit such a vulgar act?"

"..."

His voice paused for a moment as he looked at the woman before him, a mischievous glint suddenly appearing in his eyes.

He stepped forward, wrapped his arm around Nan Ji’s waist, and held her as she struggled, whispering softly into her ear, "Ji Baoer, could it be that you’re jealous?"

Ji Nanjue stepped back abruptly, looking at Su Bei, whose brow hinted at a smile. She was clearly flustered. "Jealous? There’s nothing between us!"

"You’re just an antidote for my poison."

"You... you can’t touch Master!"

"..."

Unbeknownst to them, Key Smoke frowned behind them, seeming to let out a soft hum.

After Ji Nanjue’s words, Su Bei’s expression grew somewhat ’silent’.

The room fell quiet.

Seeing Su Bei suddenly fall still, Ji Nanjue’s expression became complicated. In her urgency, she had blurted out her words without thinking.

"That... I..."

Su Bei sat down cross-legged on the ground and said with self-deprecation, "So that’s how it is, huh? Just an antidote for poison?"

"It seems Su Mou was being presumptuous..."

Noticing the flicker of desolation in Su Bei’s eyes, Ji Nanjue bit her lower lip, her misty eyes shifting.

"It’s not like that... Su Bei."

"I..."

Su Bei looked up, a great sense of relief washing over him. His eyebrows rose almost imperceptibly, but his face still carried an expression of world-weariness and solitude. He said wistfully, "Miss Nan Ji, there’s no need to explain."

"Su Mou understands."

Then, after a thought, he took out a jar of wine from his storage ring, uncorked it, and the subtle fragrance of wine drifted out.

Ji Nanjue blinked, catching the aroma, and blurted out, "Drunken Life Dreams?"

Su Bei looked puzzled. "How do you know the name of the wine?"

Ji Nanjue’s heart skipped a beat. This was the name of the wine she had drunk with him in Han Hai. She hadn’t expected to give herself away in her panic.

Her head fuzzy from the alcohol, she mumbled, "Um, a senior brother told me..."

Su Bei, clearly intrigued, leaned in and asked, "The Eastern Emperor mentioned me to you?"

"What did he say?"

"..."

The rising night mist floated quietly, the hazy moonlight unable to penetrate it.

Seeing that Su Bei seemed to believe her, Ji Nanjue breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up her wine cup and took a large gulp, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart as she spun a tale, "Um, my elder brother said you are a true gentleman who would never take advantage of someone in distress!"

"He also said he wants to be your closest brother and wants to invite you to visit Luodu, um..."

"..."

They spoke in turns, each harboring their own hidden thoughts.

The jar of wine was soon empty. Drunken Life Dreams was no ordinary wine; its effects quickly went to one’s head. Nan Ji steadied herself on Su Bei’s shoulder, then unknowingly leaned her entire body against him. She was still holding the wine jar, and she pressed it into his embrace.

Her figure swayed as if she might fall.

"Do you know?"

"When I was little, I couldn’t cultivate. I suffered all kinds of mockery in the Imperial Palace and experienced the fickleness of human nature. Only Master..."

"It was Master who saved me... Everything I am was given to me by Master. Without Master, there would be no Ji... no Nan Ji."

She tilted her head back and drained the wine in her cup. A gentle breeze blew under the serene moonlight.

Su Bei gently caressed her cheek, kissing her forehead. "You’re drunk..."

He reached out to steady her delicate arm, but Nan Ji pushed him away. She looked up into Su Bei’s eyes. "I’m not drunk. Don’t think this is drunken rambling. I’m really not drunk; I know what I’m doing..."

"Su Bei, I don’t think of you as just an antidote."

"I will never fall in love with anyone in this lifetime. You are the one who took my body. Even if our relationship can’t be made public, I still belong only to you..."

"Supreme Yin and Yang... our meeting was fate itself, perhaps predestined in the mysterious workings of the universe."

"That night beneath Dongting Stream, everything was already decided."

"..."

Su Bei held her tightly, gazing into her phoenix eyes. They were so close he could smell the faint scent of wine on her lips.

"I know."

"I know everything..."

He gently wiped the redness from around her eyes, kissing her eyebrows, then slowly moving lower.

This woman, once so far out of his reach, was now in his arms, baring her heart to him.

"Don’t get any ideas about Master..."

"Don’t..."

"...don’t take off my clothes."

"..."

The moonlight grew even more serene and beautiful.

The pervasive scent of wine mingled with the hazy clouds.

The room before them seemed to fall asleep, like a giant slumbering lion.

The lamplight flickered. Everything was hushed, with only soft, rustling sounds. It was quiet, yet occasionally punctuated by other noises—at first, just whispers, but eventually mingling with the chirping of birds from outside the window.

Su Bei was drunk too.

It seemed the rain had fallen softly all night long, never pausing.

The bamboo window filtered a hazy light, making the room bright. Sunlight streamed through the delicate willow leaves and the pale green bed curtains, falling onto the figures sprawled inside.

After the whole night, the wine jar on the low table was still there, its aroma not yet dissipated.

Su Bei opened his eyes in confusion. He’d slept fitfully, listening to the sound of the wind and rain all night.

He couldn’t move, as if his body were entangled by a pair of bare arms and legs. Nan Ji, wearing not a stitch, lay on his shoulder, holding him tightly.

Key Smoke, deeply asleep, pressed her exquisite face closely against his back. Her faintly scented breath tickled his neck, making it itch slightly.

Key Smoke—wearing only a dudou and underpants, her slender waist and jade-like arms bare—exuded a fragrance that mixed with Nan Ji’s, spreading around him.

Panic surged through Su Bei’s mind as he meticulously recalled the previous night.

Only after confirming that Key Smoke’s clothes were still intact did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

It seemed nothing had happened between them, limited to just some kissing and caressing...

Perhaps sensing Su Bei’s movements, Nan Ji’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. She turned her head, her black hair brushing against Su Bei’s nose.

The tickling sensation made Su Bei sneeze: "ACHOO!"

"..."

Ji Nanjue and Key Smoke opened their eyes groggily, awakened by the sneeze.

Then, seeing the scene before them, they fully awoke.

Ji Nanjue looked into Su Bei’s eyes and abruptly lifted herself from his arms. Gazing at Su Bei, her eyes filled with disappointment, "Su Bei, you..."

Key Smoke glanced calmly at the scene before her, sensing nothing unusual with her own body.

Gradually recalling everything from the previous night, she suppressed the turmoil in her mind and asked, "Was I drunk last night?"

Just then, hurried footsteps approached from outside, followed by banging on the door.

"BANG BANG BANG—"

"Auntie, it’s already noon! Why aren’t you up yet?"

"..."