RPDPHW Chapter 38

Hiding behind the tree for so long, Zhong Shujin had inevitably picked up the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers. The moment she landed on the rooftop, the scent drifted over to the two people already there.

Because of this, even before she spoke, the two had already noticed her arrival.

“Ah Jin,” Gu Qingyin lifted her gaze, noticing Zhong Shujin’s furrowed brows. She curled her lips into a smile, swaying the wine jar in her hand as she asked with a teasing tone, “Want a drink?”

Her flushed face carried a captivating charm, especially with the smile tugging at the corners of her lips and eyes, adding an unmistakable allure.

Zhong Shujin’s heart skipped a heavy beat.

Before she knew it, the crease in her brow had eased.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you? “And to think, just yesterday, you were telling me I shouldn’t drink,” Zhong Shujin muttered, swallowing to suppress her racing heartbeat. Without hesitation, she wedged herself between the two, pried the wine jar from Gu Qingyin’s hand, and shifted the head resting on Lin Ziyan’s lap into her own embrace.

Feeling the warmth of Gu Qingyin’s flushed face beneath her fingertips, Zhong Shujin sighed. “Drinking so much—your head’s going to hurt later!”

Concern laced her tone.

Gu Qingyin chuckled softly, bonelessly nestling into Zhong Shujin’s arms, her arms naturally wrapping around Zhong Shujin’s neck. Then, with a teasing exhale, she let a warm breath of wine-scented air brush against Zhong Shujin’s exposed skin.

“Ah… Now that you mention it, my head really is starting to hurt.”

A tingling sensation spread from Zhong Shujin’s neck straight to her heart, making her pulse race uncontrollably once again.

Flustered yet still attentive, she reached up to press and massage the acupoints on Gu Qingyin’s forehead. But despite her best efforts to focus, her gaze remained locked onto the pair of hazy, intoxicating eyes before her.

“Pfft—”

Lin Ziyan hadn’t expected that the same Gu Qingyin, who had been discussing serious matters with her just moments ago, could so effortlessly put on such a convincing act of being drunk.

Even more surprising was how Zhong Shujin, who had been suppressing her anger just a moment ago, had now completely lost herself in Gu Qingyin’s subtle teasing, her expression turning into one of utter infatuation.

Hearing Lin Ziyan’s chuckle, Zhong Shujin finally tore her gaze away from Gu Qingyin and turned to stare directly at Lin Ziyan.

“What are you laughing at?”

Her furrowed brows had already hidden the previous dazed look in her eyes, now instead carrying a hint of displeasure.

Not about to sell out her friend, Lin Ziyan merely smiled and replied, “Nothing, nothing. Qingyin drank quite a bit tonight. She must be very drunk. Should I call a few people to help take care of her?”

At those words, Zhong Shujin instinctively tightened her hold around the person in her arms, as if worried Lin Ziyan would snatch her away.

If she knew Qingyin was drunk, why hadn’t she stopped her earlier?

Zhong Shujin let out a soft huff, shooting Lin Ziyan a sidelong glance. “No need to worry, I’ll take care of Qingyin myself.” She doesn’t need your concern. Or… are you so free right now? Have you finished preparing for tomorrow?”

Lin Ziyan couldn’t help but laugh.

She hadn’t expected this little sect leader, despite her young age, to have such a temper.

Realizing that this might be her future superior, Lin Ziyan quickly put on a flattering smile. “Alright, alright! Then I’ll leave Qingyin in the sect leader’s care. I’ll go make the necessary arrangements for tomorrow now!”

With that, she flipped off the rooftop and disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, Zhong Shujin’s expression finally softened a little. She lowered her head, gazing at the person in her arms, and gently asked, “The wind is picking up. Let’s go back, alright?”

Her tone towards Gu Qingyin was completely different from how she had spoken to Lin Ziyan earlier.

“No,” Gu Qingyin murmured, half-closing her eyes to hide the amusement within them. She nuzzled against Zhong Shujin’s neck and whispered, “I want Ziyan to drink with me… I don’t want to go back…”

If Gu Qingyin usually acted this coy with her, Zhong Shujin would secretly be overjoyed.

But right now? She was anything but happy! She had been suppressing her frustration for a while now, and Gu Qingyin’s words instantly reignited her jealousy. She huffed in annoyance, “Ziyan is already gone! You’re drunk! No more drinking! We’re going back!”

Without giving Gu Qingyin a chance to refuse, Zhong Shujin scooped her up in her arms and leaped gracefully down from the rooftop.

Her landing was soundless, and she made sure the person in her arms didn’t feel the slightest jolt—a testament to her excellent qinggong.

Being carried like this, Gu Qingyin felt completely at ease.

She peeked through barely opened eyes, watching Zhong Shujin’s cold, tense expression, the corners of her lips curving into a deeper smile.

“Ah Jin…”

Since she had already started pretending to be drunk, she might as well commit to it fully.

“I’m so hot…”

Gu Qingyin boldly loosened her grip from around Zhong Shujin’s neck and reached for her own collar, tugging at it messily.

Although nothing had been revealed yet, Zhong Shujin still instinctively swallowed hard.

She hurriedly held Gu Qingyin even tighter, making sure she wouldn’t slip from her grasp.

“You… you stop that… We’re almost back to the room…”

The cold, composed Zhong Shujin was instantly flustered, her face turning red as she struggled to figure out where to look.

At that exact moment, Xiao’er happened to pass by and caught sight of the scene.

“Miss, what’s wrong with Doctor Gu? “Do you need me to call someone to help?”

“No, no need!” Zhong Shujin reacted as if she had been caught doing something shameful, hastily leaving Xiao’er with a quick reply before dashing into her room with Gu Qingyin in her arms, as if fleeing. “Just have someone bring us a basin of hot water later!”

Though the distance back to the room wasn’t far, the journey felt unusually difficult for Zhong Shujin.

Gu Qingyin’s alluring figure kept shifting against her, rubbing against her just enough to make her forget all about her previous jealousy.

It wasn’t until she finally placed the restless woman onto the bed that Zhong Shujin let out a long, heavy sigh of relief.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, then scolded in both embarrassment and frustration, “Even drunk, you still cause so much trouble!”

Yet the person lying on the bed seemed completely unaware, her fingers once again reaching for her collar as she murmured, “Hot…”

This time, her collar had already come loose, revealing just a glimpse of the beauty beneath.

Zhong Shujin was so startled she didn’t even dare to breathe. She rushed to the bedside, swiftly stopping Gu Qingyin’s next movement.

But even with her wrists restrained, Gu Qingyin still refused to stay put, her body pressing and twisting against Zhong Shujin.

The heat radiating from her skin spread through every point of contact, seeping into Zhong Shujin’s own body.

Zhong Shujin’s breath hitched.

At this moment, she found herself hovering directly over Gu Qingyin, hands pinning Gu Qingyin’s wrists against the bed.

But with both hands occupied, she had no way to stop Gu Qingyin’s restless, enticing movements.

“Mm… hot…”

The moment that sultry voice slipped out, Zhong Shujin completely lost her ability to resist.

She swallowed hard, silently releasing Gu Qingyin’s wrists. Then, she pressed the back of her hand against the exposed skin beneath Gu Qingyin’s neck, offering a trace of coolness to soothe the heat radiating from her body.

“That should help you cool down, right?”

“Mm… ah…”

The only response she received was a soft, breathy moan.

Those slightly parted, wine-stained lips carried an indescribable allure.

Zhong Shujin’s heartbeat pounded wildly, her blood seeming to boil in her veins.

It wasn’t just Gu Qingyin who felt hot—Zhong Shujin, too, was burning up.

Without a second thought, she followed her instincts and lowered her lips into that intoxicating red mouth.

Soft, warm lips greeted her, tinged with the rich aroma of liquor.

Zhong Shujin had always had a craving for fine wine, and if not for Gu Qingyin’s strict warning against drinking, she would have gladly indulged herself earlier.

Fortunately, even though she hadn’t taken a sip before, she now had the perfect opportunity to taste it.

Seizing the moment, Zhong Shujin deepened the kiss, slipping past Gu Qingyin’s lips to greedily savor the lingering sweetness of the wine on her tongue.

Meanwhile, the hand resting against Gu Qingyin’s neck began to wander downward, still under the pretense of offering relief from the heat. Slowly, it moved lower, finally settling over the source of that burning warmth—her chest.

One hand wasn’t enough to fully grasp it.

Zhong Shujin couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy at such a generous size.

Seeing that Gu Qingyin still had her eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up just yet, Zhong Shujin took full advantage of the moment and gave it another playful squeeze.

“Mm…”

This time, the sound was even more alluring.

Frightened, Zhong Shujin immediately released Gu Qingyin’s lips.

As she pulled away, a thin, glistening silver thread stretched between them, making Zhong Shujin flush with embarrassment.

She was both nervous and flustered, and in her panic, her hand accidentally squeezed the soft flesh beneath it.

“Ah…!”

The sudden moan made Zhong Shujin freeze, holding her breath, afraid that Gu Qingyin would wake up and catch her in the act like a scoundrel caught red-handed.

However, at that moment, she distinctly felt the small bud beneath her palm harden, pressing into her hand.

Zhong Shujin was stunned. She was no naive girl—she understood exactly what this reaction meant.

Unconvinced, she gave another cautious squeeze. Could it be… that someone could react like this even while asleep?

Before she could think further, Gu Qingyin suddenly took action.

Freed from any restraint, Gu Qingyin’s hands swiftly circled Zhong Shujin’s waist. In one fluid motion, she flipped them over, pinning Zhong Shujin beneath her. Breathless, she murmured, “Ah Jin, starting a fire and not putting it out… That’s a very cruel thing to do.”

Zhong Shujin was momentarily stunned by the sudden reversal. But when she met those beautiful eyes—heavy with desire yet still sharp with clarity—she finally realized what had happened.

“You…! You were pretending to be drunk?! And seducing me?!”

Gu Qingyin pointed to the hand that still lingered on her chest and teased, “Seducing you? Wasn’t it you who made the first move? And now you’re blaming me?”

When it came to matters like this, logic and reason had no place in bed.

Looking at Gu Qingyin’s soft, teasing expression, Zhong Shujin suddenly felt much bolder.

“You’ve touched me so many times—what’s wrong if I touch you a few times too?”

Not only did Zhong Shujin’s hand refuse to retreat, but she even provocatively pinched the sensitive bud between her fingers.

Gu Qingyin let out a sharp breath, her hand sliding to Zhong Shujin’s thigh before giving her a playful pinch on the hip.

“You little troublemaker!”

Troublemaker?

Was she really the troublesome one here?

Zhong Shujin felt that if anyone deserved that title, it was Gu Qingyin.

Taking advantage of Gu Qingyin’s rare moment of weakness from the alcohol, Zhong Shujin mustered her strength and flipped their positions, pushing Gu Qingyin down onto the bed.

Now straddling her, Zhong Shujin realized she was feeling even more excited than before.

It was time to assert her authority as the leader of her sect!

Otherwise, Gu Qingyin would keep thinking she was easy to bully!

At this moment, Gu Qingyin lay beneath her, fully exposed, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy with desire—utterly bewitching.

Zhong Shujin interlocked their fingers, pinning Gu Qingyin’s hands firmly to the bed.

Then, she slowly leaned down, pressing their foreheads together as she whispered, “The wine you drank tonight… was it aged Zhuyeqing?”

Gu Qingyin blinked, slightly dazed. “Mm… and also—”

“Shh, don’t tell me! Let me guess.”

With that, Zhong Shujin captured Gu Qingyin’s lips once more, savoring the lingering taste of the fine liquor on her tongue.

The flavor of wine must be savored slowly.

The taste of Qingqing… needed to be explored even more carefully.