CHAPTER 314: CHAPTER 270

Mo Junhua glanced over and made his way to the desk, pulling out a piece of paper from those written on by Lan Tian. He started to practice copying the characters on it. Mo Junhua still remembered these characters; he had copied them before as well. But after going to the battlefield where the conditions didn’t allow him to keep practicing his calligraphy, those characters, which he had painstakingly memorized, slowly faded from his memory.

After practicing on two sheets of paper, Mo Junhua set down his pen and approached Lan Tian, who had just emerged from the bedroom. With worry in his eyes, he asked, "How are you feeling? No problems, I hope?"

"No problems," Lan Tian shook her head, "You sleep outside tonight."

After saying this, Lan Tian went to the shower to bathe. Mo Junhua looked towards the bedroom for a few seconds, then grabbed a quilt from the bed, and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

This can’t go on. Waiting for Lan Tian’s conscience to kick in and invite him to bed, he might as well take matters into his own hands. He would be going to the military academy in two days, and they would only be able to see each other once a month. They had been married for many years, and only two days ago had he consummated their marriage - was it easy for him? With just two days left, he needed to be intimate with her a few more times to make a lasting impression; otherwise, he feared he’d forget.

His gaze lingered on the cabinet beside him while he listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom—it seemed to drip right into his heart. With his eyes closed, Mo Junhua could sketch out Lan Tian’s enchanting curves in his mind, itching at his heart.

He stood up and went to the cabinet, reaching into the most concealed spot below. He fished out a transparent bottle filled with an amber liquid.

Upon opening the lid, a rich aroma of alcohol filled the room. Mo Junhua seemed to produce two transparent glass cups out of thin air, poured a small amount, swirled it to let the wine breathe, and admired the enticing ripples the amber liquid created in the glass. The alcoholic fragrance in the room grew stronger.

When Lan Tian came out, she smelled the wine in the air and her brows furrowed slightly as she recalled Mo Junhua telling her about the time she got drunk and pulled him to bed. She glanced at Mo Junhua, who was on the sofa, and made her way into the bedroom.

After finishing his drink, Mo Junhua took his change of clothes into the bathroom for a shower. The bottle of wine remained on the coffee table outside, its lid askew, with the fragrance wafting throughout the room.

Coincidentally, Lan Tian enjoyed a little habit of drinking, which is why she liked brewing peach blossom brew. She’d have a couple of drinks when she felt like it. But she kept this well-hidden, and no one in the family had noticed.

Lying in bed, Lan Tian sniffed the air, turned on her side to face inward, and tried to dismiss it from her mind. She inwardly cursed Mo Junhua for being ridiculous—what was he doing drinking in the middle of the night? The pervasive scent of alcohol stirred up her craving, the fragrance filling her nostrils.

After lying down for a while, Lan Tian rolled over and glanced through the screen at the bottle of wine for a few seconds, then turned her gaze to the bathroom. Hearing the ’whoosh’ of flowing water, she presumed Mo Junhua would be a while longer, so she got up and made her way over. The orange-yellow liquor, illuminated by the light, cast a captivating glow.

Lan Tian settled into the sofa and, as if possessed by a spirit, poured herself a glass. She swirled the glass to aerate the wine, took a sip, and savored the rich aroma. The smooth texture of the drink made her take another sip without realizing it, and soon she had finished the glass and poured another. Unbeknownst to her, her face flushed with a rosy hint, her expression turned dreamy, her eyes glossy and shining, her lips like burning embers, her glances coy and seductive, innocence entwined with allure, seductiveness mixed with an icy charm. Her own appearance was entirely unbeknownst to her, but it was irresistibly tempting.

Lan Tian failed to consider that Mo Junhua’s wine wasn’t just simply enjoyable; he was not one to be bold without the brains. All those who tried to outsmart him had never succeeded; without certain tricks, he wouldn’t have climbed so high in his previous life.

Usually, Mo Junhua took no more than two minutes for a shower, but today he took much longer. By the time Lan Tian had finished her glass, he had yet to come out, but with her now drastically reduced mental capacity, she could hardly piece these thoughts together.

Time was about right, Mo Junhua turned off the tap, dressed only in boxer shorts, his torso bare as he walked out of the bathroom, only to see Lan Tian in such an alluring state.

"Girl," his Adam’s apple moved up and down as Mo Junhua approached, tidied up the wine bottle on the coffee table to save for next time, and then gently patted Lan Tian’s cheek. "Girl, wake up, don’t sleep here. If you’re going to sleep, go sleep in bed."

Mo Junhua, a weasel praying for the chicken’s New Year, hardly had any good intentions.

Lan Tian opened her eyes, her vision blurry with inebriation, and glanced at Mo Junhua. Unconsciously pouting her lips, she murmured, "Delicious, Mo Junhua, I want to drink more."

"Be good, the liquor’s all gone. Let’s go to sleep, okay? We can drink again tomorrow," Mo Junhua coaxed the little girl in his arms.

"No."

Lan Tian shook her head, stood up with Mo Junhua’s help, and looked around for more alcohol. Drunk Lan Tian was like overcooked noodles, her body incredibly limp, and she ended up crashing into Mo Junhua’s embrace, resulting in an intimate contact.

Her burning face touched his cool chest, and comfortable Lan Tian couldn’t help but let out a sigh, rubbing her cheek against that cold patch and using hands and feet to cling firmly to Mo Junhua, refusing to let go.

"It feels so good!"

"Hisss"

Mo Junhua gasped, feeling as if he’d been struck by electricity, his heart melting and his body going weak, his legs almost giving out and nearly falling, while the culprit in his arms continued to suck unwittingly.

"You little rascal."

He couldn’t let her keep doing this. Mo Junhua pushed Lan Tian’s head away and carried her princess-style to the bedroom, threw her onto the bed and pounced, the long night stretching ahead, suitable for some not-so-child-friendly activities.

Waking up in the morning, Lan Tian felt like nothing belonged to her anymore, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind a mess slowly regaining clarity, with scenes from last night flashing before her eyes.

"Damn it."

Lan Tian cursed softly, holding her head and sighing. It was all the fault of her indulgence in drinking, proving once again that Mo Junhua was no good, seducing her with alcohol.

How did he know she liked to drink?

At this point, no amount of regret was of any use. Just pretend... pretend it was like having a fling with Mo Junhua; after all, she enjoyed it too.

She circulated the Mixed Element Technique, and Spiritual Energy travelled through her meridians, restoring some vigor to her body. She didn’t feel any discomfort, guessing that Mo Junhua must have cleaned her up.

"He sure is efficient in these matters," Lan Tian huffed, looking around the room, but not seeing him; he must have gone out for a run.

It was still early outside, and Lan Tian decided to cultivate first. After one Circulation, she finished her Cultivation, got out of bed, and freshened up. Coming out from the bathroom, she saw Mo Junhua returning from his run, Lan Tian averted her eyes, ignoring him, changed her clothes, and Mo Junhua also finished freshening up. The two of them went to the dining room, one after the other.

"Good morning, Grandpa."

"Good morning, Grandpa."

Mr. Mo was already in the dining room, not just the old man, but Wu Hongfei was there too. Lan Tian brushed past him, and a thought flickered through her mind, could it be that Wu Hongfei was also there last night?