Congratulations, You're No Longer a Sickly Beauty

"I'll do it."

Qin Jiu reached out, wanting to take the Wine Gourd.

Before his fingertips even touched the gourd wall, Wuma Xiu caught him.

"No, you can't lift it."

Wuma Xiu shook his head.

This Wine Gourd contains an entire sea. Let alone Qin Jiu's current frail state, even a man as strong as an iron tower might not be able to lift it.

Wuma Xiu didn't want to smash the person to death before healing them. It was a pity there were no bowls in the cabin, otherwise it would have been much more convenient to pour the water out for the person to drink slowly.

However, he could also toss a small gourd to the Brewing Artisan, just like he did last time.

But the question is, how could an ordinary person create something out of nothing?

Explain? That would be too complicated.

Let's just feed it directly.

If asked later, he would say it was a medicinal wine passed down in his family for who knows how many years.

Wuma Xiu brought the gourd-shaped spout to Qin Jiu's lips and tilted it slightly.

The clear wine slid into Qin Jiu's mouth, and after just two sips, a thin blush rose on his pale face.

Qin Jiu's eyelashes trembled, and before her eyes were fully closed, her body slumped backward, sinking into the soft bed.

"Looks like you have a low alcohol tolerance."

Wuma Xiu put away the Wine Gourd and tilted his head to look at Qin Jiu's peaceful sleeping face.

This reminded him of the Fat Orange.

The cat drank his wine but didn't get drunk.

A grown man, yet his alcohol tolerance is less than that of a cat.

Qin Jiu opened her eyes, propped herself up in bed, and her face still had a faint blush.

Memories gradually surfaced from the chaos.

He drank Xiaojiu's wine, and then... and then he knew nothing more.

A winemaker passed out after just two sips; if word got out, it would be a complete disgrace to the Wine Star.

As he felt ashamed, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his body.

It's not that I feel uncomfortable, it's that I feel too comfortable.

It was as if the invisible boulder that had been pressing on his chest for years had been suddenly lifted off his chest.

His ability to breathe so easily left him somewhat bewildered.

With each inhale, I can feel the air flowing smoothly into my lungs.

Qin Jiu got off the bed and jumped lightly, trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Then, he leaped into the air and soared straight to the ceiling. Just as his head was about to make intimate contact with the cabin ceiling, he reacted quickly enough to brace himself with his hand, preventing a large bump from forming on his head.

After landing, Qin Jiu looked at her legs.

Wait a minute, something seems off.

He's healed, but when did he become Superman?

I just jumped casually, and it turned out I jumped three meters high?

Whose wine has such a strong effect after just a few sips?

Qin Jiu looked at Wuma Xiu, but this time his gaze no longer held the look of someone who needed his care.

Instead...

Then, he saw Xiaojiu Jiu lying by the bed, talking to something orange-red.

Qin Jiu silently retracted her previous thought.

He still looked at the other person as if they were a child who hadn't grown up.

After all, besides children, who else would seriously chat about something?

Such childlike behavior is unlikely to occur in a mature adult.

"Looks like you're better now. How was it? I told you just one sip would have been enough."

Seeing that his complexion was rosy and his blood was full, Wuma Xiu nodded in satisfaction.

It seems like they overdid it.

She went from a sickly beauty who would pant after just a few steps to a superhero who could jump three meters high.

Perhaps someone will say to him, "Give me back my sickly beauty!"

The idea briefly crossed Wuma Xiu's mind before he dismissed it.

"Xiaojiu, I don't know how to thank you." Qin Jiu's tone was somewhat flustered.

If wine alone could cure his long-standing ailment, then the gourd must contain priceless medicinal wine.

He and Xiaojiu were just strangers who Encounter, yet Xiao Jiu gave him the drink without even blinking.

If he really had to work to pay off the debt, he was certain that even working for the other party his whole life wouldn't be enough to cover those few meals.

Wuma Xiu hugged the Fat Orange Cloud, his fingers sinking into the fluffy cloud and squeezing it again and again, before looking up at the sound of his voice.

"It's alright, I'm just repaying your kindness."

In his opinion, this was really no big deal.

Moreover, it's perfectly normal for God of Wine to have a few drinks with people he likes.

Wuma Xiu blinked, then suddenly asked:

"If you really want to thank me, can we be friends?"

Qin Jiu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, a faint smile appearing on her lips, "Okay."

Looking at it this way, it's not unreasonable that God of Wine has friends all over the world.

Qin Jiu agreed, her gaze falling on the orange-red thing in Wuma Xiu's arms.

He examined it for a moment, then spoke:

"Xiaojiu, do you really like this color?"

"Right."

Wuma Xiu buried his face in the Fat Orange Cloud and rubbed against it, his voice muffled.

"I have a cat of this color at home. If you like it, I can give it to you."

Qin Jiu thought of the Fat Orange at home that always freeloaded on drinks and munched on dried fish. The reason he was still so poor was partly due to his own health problems and partly because that cat had drunk him out of money.

No matter how much wine he brews, the other party will steal half of it, and even pick and choose, only drinking the most expensive batch.

I really don't know how that cat could hold so much alcohol in its tiny belly.

However, speaking of which, the fur color and shape of that Fat Orange dog are not that different from the one in Xiaojiu's arms that looks like a doll.

Perhaps, this is fate?

Does your cat look like this?

Wuma Xiu was genuinely surprised this time.

He lifted the chubby, orange-red cloud in his arms, cradling it under his armpits, its round belly facing outwards, its two little eyes blinking blankly.

Qin Jiu examined it carefully for a moment, then nodded:

"Yes, it really looks alike. Even the expression is similar."

He remembered that Fat Orange always had this squinting look on his face when he was caught sneaking a drink. But what kind of doll was this? It really looked strange.

Wuma Xiu pulled Fat Orange Cloud back into his arms, betraying Fat Orange without hesitation.

"It seems we're really destined to meet. I met your Fat Orange before. When it left, it even wanted to give you to me to warm my bed."

Qin Jiu's smile visibly froze.

Warm bed?

The other cat is so young, yet my cat is thinking about such things!

Qin Jiu lowered her eyelashes and began to seriously recall which corner of the house the washboard was kept in.

Wuma Xiu buried his face in the Fat Orange Cloud, thinking:

When the two meet again, the Fat Orange will probably receive a dose of "love" from its master.