Li Qinghuan: "..."
Watching Jiang Che collapse and fall asleep, she found it a little unbearable inside, as though a cat were clawing at her heart.
The rich, mellow fragrance of wine kept drifting into her nose.
She had always loved wine as dearly as life itself. Faced with peerless fine wine like Wangchuan Guest... she had no resistance whatsoever. It was like a lecher who had abstained for ten years encountering a stunning beauty in a bikini swinging wildly on a pendulum ride right in front of him.
Taking tiny steps, the woman edged closer to Jiang Che, but her gaze remained fixed on the wine jar.
"Jiang... Young Master Jiang?"
The woman spoke softly, trying to see whether Jiang Che was truly drunk.
"Young Master Jiang? Are... are you drunk?"
"This jar of Immortal Brew... are you still drinking it?"
Azure Lotus Sword Venerable probed cautiously. She could have used her divine sense to determine whether Jiang Che was truly drunk, but probing another person with divine sense was a grave discourtesy, even if Jiang Che was merely a minor Nirvana Stage cultivator.
This time, Jiang Che truly was not setting anyone up. He really was drunk!
He had not expected the aftereffects of this Immortal Brew to be so fierce. It had knocked him straight into a drunken dream, and now, in his dream, he was having a tryst with an Immortal Fairy.
"Young Master Jiang, if you leave your Immortal Wine here like this, all its immortal spirit essence will dissipate..." Li Qinghuan slowly drew nearer to the wine jar, looking guilty as a thief.
"Young Master Jiang! I'll just smell it—just smell the fragrance of this Immortal Wine."
Li Qinghuan tiptoed over to the wine jar and knelt before it. Her nose kept twitching, and