Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1301
Chapter 1301: Chapter 1288: After Drinking This Cup of Cross-cupped Wine, We Will Be Brothers _1 Chapter 1301: Chapter 1288: After Drinking This Cup of Cross-cupped Wine, We Will Be Brothers _1 “The Barbaric Wilderness is too far from the Central Plains, so the news comes slowly.”
Little Kingfisher understood in her heart: “At the latest, there will be news the day after tomorrow.”
“Tell Jinfeng.”
Lin Qingluo whispered softly: “Tell him not to delay on the way, and go directly to the Polar Ice Field with Tianfeng.”
“Alright.”
Little Kingfisher's eyes spun, reminding her master: “Mu Fan has finished taking a bath.”
“Good.”
Lin Qingluo turned gracefully and transformed back into Qing Yuan, returning to the small courtyard.
*
“Two Immortal Masters, the meal is ready, please enjoy.”
The old man, holding freshly steamed buns and the last remaining pickled vegetables from home, came to the small room and placed them on the bed with great care.
There was no table in the simple room, so they had to eat on the bed and make do.
Mu Fan showed no disdain and brought the old man to the door: “Thank you, old man. It is late at night, and you have worked hard. Go back to your room and rest.”
“Not hard at all, not hard at all, please take your time, Immortal Masters.”
The old man was flattered, rubbing his hands nervously. As he stepped across the threshold, his legs went soft, and he almost tripped and fell.
“Be careful, old man.”
Mu Fan quickly supported him, preventing a tragic fall.
“Thank you, Immortal Master.”
The old man steadied himself, his face flushed red, thanked him, and quickly walked a few steps into the room next door.
“Finally, we have food to eat.”
Qing Yuan watched him return to his room, stretched comfortably, and yawned as she walked toward the bed. She slid onto it, grabbed a steamed bun, and stuffed it into her mouth.
“Take it slow, don't choke.”
For some reason, Mu Fan spoke more than usual.
As soon as he spoke, he paused.
“Senior Brother Mu, how about some wine?”
Qing Yuan teased with a smile, holding the steamed bun in her mouth. She took a bottle of Spiritual Wine out from the Storage Ring, shaking it in front of him.
“Drinking is not advisable with injuries.”
Mu Fan's eyes dimmed, and the fire in his heart began to reignite.
“A little wine won't hurt.”
Qing Yuan shook the bottle nonchalantly, seemingly not noticing his suddenly darkening handsome face.
“No.”
Mu Fan snatched the wine bottle and tossed it to the corner of the bed.
“Just one sip, can't I have just one sip?”
Qing Yuan glanced resentfully at the wine bottle, her right hand slowly moving towards the head of the bed, almost touching the wine bottle.
Mu Fan glared at her angrily: “Drinking hurts the body, don't you care about your own health?”
“Hey, hey, my wound hurts, you know. Drinking some wine, using the alcohol to numb the nerves, should help me sleep better, right?”
Despite the massive pressure, Qing Yuan hooked the wine bottle back, laughing as she pulled the cork out, releasing the wine's fragrance.
“Fine wine.”
She showed a look of intoxication, took out two glass wine cups from the Storage Ring, filled them with wine, and lifted one of the cups with a grin, handing it to Mu Fan.
“Senior Brother Mu, you should have a drink too. We barely escaped death together; it's worth celebrating.”
Mu Fan looked at her pensively, then, after a long while, sighed, feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness, and downed the wine in one gulp.
As the wine entered his throat, he did not notice.
At the moment when he raised the wine cup, the corners of Qing Yuan's lips turned slightly upward, revealing a tender smile, as fleeting as a flower's bloom, and soon vanished without a trace.
*
After a few cups, Qing Yuan's eyes were drunken and hazy, feeling somewhat elated.
Swinging the wine cup, she approached Mu Fan, her right arm affectionately draping over his shoulder.
“Senior Brother Mu, we can consider ourselves brothers who shared life and death. Come, let's drink a cup. After this exchange cup of wine, we'll be real brothers.”
“You're drunk.”
The elegant floral scent mixed with the faint wine aroma, leaving a sweet trail that captivated the senses.
Mu Fan shook his head forcefully, forcing himself to stay sober and snatched the wine cup from her hand.
Chapter end
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