Zhang Mingyuan acted wild at the banquet for a long time, yet Su Jinxue couldn't do a thing to stop him.
After his passionate serenade and confession, Zhang Mingyuan returned to the tables and drank heavily.
Night fell.
The moon shone bright against the sparse stars. In the distance, the mountains resembled a sleeping white dragon, quietly crouching at the edge of the wind and snow.
Cold moonlight poured down, casting a chilly glow upon the perennial snow of the Myriad Snow Palace.
Carrying the shirtless, dead-drunk man on her back, Su Jinxue returned to their sleeping quarters on the original Myriad Snow Palace's Immortal Lord's Peak.
Once inside the bedchamber, she gently laid Zhang Mingyuan down onto the bed.
She told him to dispel the alcohol on his own.
But Zhang Mingyuan refused no matter what, insisting that Su Jinxue brew him a bowl of “hangover soup filled with a wife's love.”
Unable to shake him off, Su Jinxue had no choice but to summon Nian'an and ask her to fetch the herbs for the soup.
Nian'an arrived in a flash. Upon hearing the reason, her eyes lit up, and she eagerly agreed.
Before long, she brought all the herbs to the entrance of the bedchamber.
“Immortal Lord, would you like me to brew it for you?” Nian'an asked, her face full of anticipation.
Su Jinxue glanced at her and said calmly, “No need.”
Disappointment washed over Nian'an's face, but she did not press further. She retreated, looking back three times with every step she took, her eyes filled with regret and curiosity.
Outside, the moonlight was beautiful.
Once the hangover soup was ready, she carried the porcelain bowl back into the bedchamber.
Zhang Mingyuan was leaning against the headboard.
Su Jinxue sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and held it to his lips.
“Drink.”
Zhang Mingyuan stared at her in a daze.
The woman before him had cold, elegant features and snow-white hair, yet the way she lowered her eyes to feed him soup was unbelievably gentle.
For a moment, he found himself a bit unaccustomed to it.
“Little Xuexue...”
“Hmm?”
“Could you...”
Su Jinxue looked up, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Could I what?”
Zhang Mingyuan stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
“Could you kiss me first?”
Su Jinxue's cheeks flushed red instantly. She reached out and tapped his forehead with her finger, chiding, “Drink it first, then we'll talk.”
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes lit up. “Does that mean I can kiss you once I finish?”
Su Jinxue lowered her eyes, her finger gently rubbing the edge of the spoon. It took a long while before she finally gave a soft reply.
“Mm.”
The moment the word left her mouth, the man who had been limp and dead drunk seemed to instantly sober up.
Zhang Mingyuan sat up straight with a jerk, snatched the soup from her hand, and threw his head back to drink it down.
“Gulp.”
“Gulp.”
Within moments, the entire bowl of hangover soup was completely empty.
Su Jinxue stared at him, momentarily dazed by his eagerness.
Setting the empty bowl aside, Zhang Mingyuan sat on the bed and stared intently at his “Little Xuexue.”
Moonlight filtered diagonally through the window lattice, resting on Su Jinxue's shoulders and bathing her frost-and-snow hair in its light.
Zhang Mingyuan raised his hand, wrapping a lock of her hair around his fingertip. He whispered softly, “Little Xuexue, your white hair is truly beautiful.”
Su Jinxue paused, averting her gaze.
“Smooth talker.”
A moment later, she couldn't help but ask, “Is it really?”
Zhang Mingyuan shook his head.
Su Jinxue's eyes dimmed slightly.
But in the next instant, Zhang Mingyuan spoke again.
“I mean to say, you didn't catch my drift.”
“White hair is beautiful, but only because it belongs to you.”
Su Jinxue was stunned.
Then, a soft smile slowly blossomed on her lips.
“You always know just what to say.”
Zhang Mingyuan chuckled. “Hehehe, I can do more than just talk. I can also...”
He stopped halfway through, his sly gaze dropping to her lips.
“Little Xuexue, we promised a kiss earlier. Can I have it now?”
Su Jinxue's cheeks burned. “Mm...” she whispered.
Before she could even look up, Zhang Mingyuan leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss carried the lingering heat of alcohol, pressing her down onto the bed.
The bed curtains swayed gently.
The candlelight in the chamber flickered, casting their overlapping shadows against the wall.
A restless hand slid onto Su Jinxue's fair thigh.
Su Jinxue's breath hitched, and she reached out to catch his hand.
Zhang Mingyuan stopped immediately, suddenly anxious.
“Little Xuexue, why?”
Su Jinxue did not answer immediately.
Instead, the face of a certain "love guru" who had never actually had a Dao companion surfaced in her mind.
The owner of this face spoke in her thoughts:
“When dealing with men, you have to play hard to get. You can't let him have you too easily.”
“Make him beg you, yearn for you, and rack his brains. Only when you finally give in at the very end will he truly cherish you!”
Su Jinxue was taken aback.
Make him beg me? Well... let's do that, then.
She looked up. Her cheeks were burning, but she forced her voice to sound calm.
“Zhang Mingyuan.”
“Hmm?”
“Beg me.”
Zhang Mingyuan: ?!
Wait, how is this woman so good at this?!
Who taught her this?!
Blood rushed to his head in an instant. He flipped over, pinning Su Jinxue beneath him.
“Wife.”
“I beg you.”
With that, he cast all care to the wind and kissed Su Jinxue's soft, moist lips!
Su Jinxue wanted to push him away again, determined not to let him have his way so easily.
But she seemed to have lost all strength to resist.
Lumian... I'm sorry, I don't think I can push him away...
The bed curtains fell, concealing the intertwined shadows on the bed.
The candlelight inside the chamber was veiled behind the gauze, leaving only the moon and snow outside to quietly illuminate the long night.
At first, the wind was very gentle.
Gradually, the wind grew stronger.
Snowflakes swept into the air, swirling beneath the corridors, rising and falling.
Plum branches bent under the weight of the night wind, only to slowly spring back.
The wind whistled through the icicles hanging from the eaves, creating a soft melody.
The moonlight grew brighter and warmer, and the temperature seemed to rise.
The Immortal Lord's Peak, which had been cold and desolate for so many years, seemed to blossom with the warmth of spring.
Snow rested on the roof of the bedchamber.
Before long, the snow began to melt.
The wind grew fiercer, and the moon seemed to burn hotter.
Time lost all meaning.
The snow on the eaves melted completely, dripping down onto the stone steps below.
The bright moon hung high, casting a silky silver light.
The snow embraced the moon, and the moon illuminated the snow.
The palaces fell silent, and all sounds hushed, save for the faint light in the bedchamber window that refused to go out.
It was not until the latter half of the night that the wind finally quieted down.
The snow fell gently, and the plum branches ceased their swaying.
The last drop of melted snow slid off the eaves, leaving behind a peaceful silence.
The eastern sky had yet to brighten, but the moon had already begun to fade.
After this night, the Myriad Snow Palace remained the Myriad Snow Palace.
Yet the chill of the entire mountain seemed to have been thoroughly warmed by the moonlight.
...
The next day, Zhang Mingyuan woke up in bed.
Looking at Su Jinxue's peaceful sleeping face, he grinned foolishly and gave her a kiss.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head—If I do it right now, hehehe...
Zhang Mingyuan extended his finger. The power of his laws of annihilation surged, beginning to resonate with the laws inside Su Jinxue's dantian.
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