Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.

Chapter 79: Dual Cultivation?

The cold lips pressed against her skin, and Qu Weiyin tilted her head slightly, startled and momentarily immobilized.

After a while, the owner of those lips suddenly relaxed, her head sliding down onto Qu Weiyin’s shoulder. Luo Jinxiao's body then went limp, lying against her without moving.

Only then did Qu Weiyin regain her senses. She reached out to pat the back of Luo Jinxiao's head. “Hey.”

Luo Jinxiao was so heavily intoxicated that her head was buried in Qu Weiyin's neck, motionless.

The scene felt quite bizarre at that moment; at the large table, those who were drinking were completely frozen, and the food had gone cold. Nearby, disciples peered in curiously, but they were swiftly shooed back by their respective Masters.

“Elders, she’s drunk. I’ll take her away,” Qu Weiyin finally said, her right hand balled into a fist as she tried to maintain her composure.

“Quick, quick! How much has she drunk? Hurry up…” Elder He nervously interjected, forcing a dry chuckle. “Come on, let’s continue, let’s continue!”

Qu Weiyin took Luo Jinxiao and swiftly returned to the Cold Cloud Pavilion. She grabbed the nearly unconscious Luo Jinxiao,Struggling to help her onto the bed.

However, Luo Jinxiao didn’t make it easy for her; her hands flailed about like a fish, causing Qu Weiyin to finally lose her patience. She lifted Luo Jinxiao in her arms and tossed her onto the bed. There was a loud thud as Luo Jinxiao clutched her head and finally managed to open her eyes.

“Here, eat this. It will help sober you up,” Qu Weiyin said, retrieving a pill and placing it in Luo Jinxiao's mouth.

“Why drink so much if you can't handle it? How foolish,” Qu Weiyin sighed, her face filled with exasperation as she tried to tidy Luo Jinxiao’s disheveled hair.

With her eyes closed, Luo Jinxiao seemed to fall asleep. At that moment, Qu Weiyin relaxed her guard and sighed, moving to cover her with a blanket. But unexpectedly, the position shifted, and the obediently lying Luo Jinxiao suddenly changed her posture, pushing Qu Weiyin down beneath her.

Qu Weiyin attempted to push her off, but alcohol had inexplicably given Luo Jinxiao an unusual amount of strength. Not only could she not break free, but her arms were also pinned above her head by Luo Jinxiao.

Clearly, if Qu Weiyin were to use her spiritual energy, she could easily shake off the drunk Luo Jinxiao. Yet after a moment of hesitation, she decided instead to relent, allowing the girl to stay atop her.

“Why won't you talk to me?” Luo Jinxiao mumbled, her speech slurred and unclear.

Qu Weiyin fell silent, quietly watching Luo Jinxiao while her own eyes grew moist, filled with affection.

Seeing that she wasn’t responding, Luo Jinxiao suddenly leaned down, pressing her lips firmly against Qu Weiyin’s, refusing to relent.

The room was filled with a warm humidity, the only sounds being the mingling breaths of the two, creating a misty haze around the cold, white jade table.

Qu Weiyin didn’t struggle or resist. Even though Luo Jinxiao was dizzyingly drunk and unable to find the right angle, her kisses were neither light nor gentle, almost biting into Qu Weiyin's tender lips until they nearly bled.

Despite this, Qu Weiyin found herself flustered, panting softly. When Luo Jinxiao finally looked into her eyes, Qu Weiyin’s lashes were already damp, and her gaze was soft and alluring.

“I only want you to not push me away. As for everything else, I will bear the consequences,” Luo Jinxiao said, trying hard to keep her eyes open. She released her hold on Qu Weiyin and gently placed her fingers on Qu Weiyin's bleeding lips, careful not to apply pressure.