"Hey, you didn't really fall asleep, did you? If you couldn't hold your liquor, why didn't you say so earlier? If you don't get up soon, I'm going to take advantage of you." I shook Shui Changhuan's head, only for the girl to give a faint snore. She really didn't look like she was pretending to be drunk.
I glanced left and right. This cleansing room was on the left side of the main hall, while a small alley on the right led straight to the inner quarters. I couldn't leave her sleeping here, since disciples from the estate might come into the main hall to report matters and such, so I simply picked her up and carried her toward the inner quarters.
I had to admit, Shui Changhuan's body was remarkably light. She had the typical build of a reclusive cultivator—a bony beauty, naturally. I might not have been a perfect gentleman, but I couldn't bring myself to take advantage of a young girl who had drunk too much.
After turning into the inner quarters, I saw even more silver-leaf trees. It was clear that Shui Changhuan liked pale, feeble things, like flowing water—things that gave people a cold, frightening feeling. In a place that seemed both real and illusory, it suited the character of her name perfectly. Beautiful, certainly, but also somewhat elusive.
After passing the stream-and-stone path, I found that the small courtyard in the inner quarters had been designed with considerable artistic conception. Who would have thought she was a designer as well? In that regard, it was far superior to Lan Ran's estate.
"You're actually quite exceptional too. The courtyard's design is varied yet orderly, as though it transports people into a dreamland. Compared with Lan Ran's rigid, utterly featureless pavilion estate, it's far superior.