They had gone up the mountain at noon. After a round of fun and games, afternoon arrived before they knew it, and the sun moved to the westernmost edge of the sky.
On the grassy ridge, Ye Jingtang sat with one hand braced on his knee, a little tipsy as he leisurely shelled peanuts. Before he could toss one into his mouth, the woozy Shui'er beside him snatched it away to accompany her drink.
Shui'er normally held her liquor quite well, but with her disciple present, she chose to drink regardless of what lot she drew. By now, it had gone to her head a little. Her face was flushed and her eyes hazy, but she still remembered to keep shaking the lots.
Qinghe was rather thin-skinned. At first, she could accept the touching and kissing, but halfway through the game, Shui'er decided that repeating the same few things was boring and added several terrible lots.
They included lifting one's skirt to show one's legs, stretching like a cat, and even cradling someone's head to help wash their face.
How could Qinghe dare do those things in full view of everyone? Almost every time it was her turn, she chose the penalty drink. After half a jar, however, she loosened up a little and could even accept giving Ye Jingtang a kiss. Now she was watching Shui'er woozily to keep her from cheating.
Silly could not hold her liquor particularly well. She really could not loosen up enough for such outrageous games, so she mostly drank. By now, her head was spinning, and she rested with her head on her master's lap, raising a hand to pick up the wooden lot that fell out.
"Let me see what you drew... Stand on your hands and count to ten? Why is