Chapter 34: Let You Kiss, Okay?

Su Mo is now drunk, her head feels like mush, and she wants to sleep.

It seems someone is whispering something in her ear.

The most uncomfortable thing is that the hand resting on her waist feels like a hot iron, scorching her.

"Ugh~"

She subconsciously frowned, hummed, and tried to push the person in front of her away.

A soft, warm palm pressed against Fei Yan's chest. The pressure was negligible to him.

It made him suddenly startled, and he almost instinctively yanked the person before him, pulling them fully into his embrace.

The other hand brushed her slender neck, and in a low, hoarse voice he asked, "Do you still want to kiss?"

Beneath his deep, calm eyes lurked untold raging storms.

He reached out to tuck away the stray hairs by her ear, his long fingers grazing her pale, tender earlobe.

In a soft, coaxing voice, "How about I let you kiss~"

Su Mo felt her neck itch, and subconsciously recoiled; in front of her seemed a furnace, its heat making her uncomfortable.

She strained to open her eyes, and the figures before her overlapped heavily.

She tilted her small face upward, her damp lashes trembling lightly, the misty vapor in her eyes rippling in layers.

Just this one glance could cause all of Fei Yan's restraints to crumble.

Su Mo gently lifted a hand to her lips, smiling drowsily, "Shh~ so sleepy~ going to sleep~"

Having said that, she struggled to jump off the table.

The hand trapped at her waist prevented her from jumping down smoothly; instead, as she lifted her gaze, it unintentionally brushed the corner of the person's lips.

A sweet scent, mingled with the smell of alcohol, instantly spread across Fei Yan's nostrils.

"Mo Mo…"

He held her face, intending to deepen the kiss.

The next second, Su Mo's head tilted, and she collapsed completely into his arms.

Fei Yan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and paused for a while.

Finally, he lifted the person before him and gently placed them on the bed.

His slender fingers lightly brushed the hair on her face.

At that moment, Fei Yan realized he was greedier than anyone; what he wanted was not just her.

A knock sounded from outside; Fei Yan opened the door, took the clothing, placed it at the head of the bed for her, then turned and left again.

After a while, he finally returned to the room.

That night they did not leave the small town; because Su Mo was heavily drunk and it began to rain in the evening, they stayed at Baihua Pavilion.

In the village, Mo Xiao, Yue Ying, and the Dragon Cubs had been eagerly awaiting since the afternoon.

But even after night fell, Fei Yan had not returned with Su Mo.

It was already late night; the fox still sat in the courtyard, its bewildered gaze fixed on the pitch darkness outside, sighing continuously.

His ghostly demeanor even made Mo Xiao unable to stay calm.

Frowning, he kicked the stool under Yue Ying's butt, saying, "Behave normally."

Yue Ying let out a light hum, fanning rapidly with the fan in his hand, "What are you pretending to be calm about? If you were truly composed, wouldn't you have gone to sleep already?!"

"Everyone says the High Priest is calm and self‑controlled; I think it's no more than that. The first time he took the Wife Master out, he stayed out all night, clearly harboring illicit intentions toward the Wife Master! He always pretended not to vie for anything, but it turns out he had been scheming all along!"

Yue Ying turned his head to look at Mo Xiao, irritated, and said, "Let me ask you, if Fei Yan became a Right Husband, what would you do?"

Mo Xiao's hand hanging at his side tightened slightly.

After a while, he slowly released it.

"If he truly has that ability, I acknowledge it," Mo Xiao said gravely. "It doesn't matter who becomes the Right Husband, as long as she is happy with it."

And he only wishes to have a place to stay by her side.

Mo Xiao felt that some matters wouldn't develop in a certain direction merely because they thought so; it still depends on Su Mo's own thoughts—she now is not the Su Mo of before.

Yue Ying waved his fan, humming lightly, "You're really magnanimous now."

Mo Xiao raised an eyebrow: "I'll give you a piece of advice: if you still haven't gotten rid of the desire to monopolize the Wife Master, you'll only suffer hardships later."

Yue Ying paused, his hand still holding the fan; he understood all this reasoning, claiming that as a fox his mind had a few more twists than others.

But some emotions are uncontrollable, especially for a naturally sensitive fox like him.

Knowing is one thing; what one truly feels in the heart is another.

——

Su Mo slept very deeply, likely because she was heavily drunk, and didn't wake until the sun was high in the sky the next day.

She was groggy, feeling only a dry, parched mouth.

When she opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar scene—where was this?

"Creak—"

Su Mo turned her head and saw Fei Yan carrying a bowl as he pushed the door in.

"Wife Master, have some Warm Water first."

Fei Yan handed the bowl to her, then lowered his head and walked away.

Su Mo couldn't help glancing at him, and their gazes unintentionally met.

Was it an illusion? Fei Yan's face actually turned red? Why?

Su Mo lowered her head and took a sip of the water; her dry, smoking throat finally eased a bit.

Suddenly, Xiao Jiu's voice rang in her mind: "Congratulations, host. Fei Yan's Affection Level is 60. The system rewards you: Spirit Spring Space and Laboratory area have doubled."

Su Mo asked in confusion, "How did it increase so much in one night?! What happened last night?"

Almost the very next second after she finished asking, Fei Yan's face turned even redder.

Su Mo frowned 【Why is he so weird this morning?】

Xiao Jiu: "Do you truly can't remember, or are you just too embarrassed to recall?"

"... Uh, so what exactly is it!?"

"You flirted with him yesterday!"

"Me!!!" Su Mo exclaimed in her mind, "Good heavens, do I really have this much nerve now?!"

But on second thought, it's unlikely.

She was already drunk, how could she have flirted?

Su Mo raised an eyebrow: "Heh, Dog System wants to trick me, right? Then explain in detail how I supposedly flirted with him."

Xiao Jiu, as a system, naturally has top‑tier story‑crafting ability.

So last night it painted a vivid, embellished description, adding extra spice.

Except the roles were swapped.

Su Mo's eyes widened: "You mean I was supposed to sleep with him? And then, because I was too drunk, I didn't?!"

Beside her, Fei Yan slightly clenched his fist, lowered his head and dared not look at Su Mo at all.

Xiao Jiu boasted without shame: "That's the gist of it."

Su Mo's mind flipped, 【Wait, that's not right. I may enjoy looking at posts about abs and such, but some things I only dare think about in my head; if it's real, hands‑on, I wouldn't do it, I…】

"Stop trying to trick me! I'm not stupid; why would I sleep with a villain!"

"You're drunk… that 'lust' thing got the better of you!"

"Spare me your nonsense! I'm already drunk like a ghost, I have no mind to think about that! If I really had that intention, I would have taken care of him last night!"

"... No, Host, you're being way too confident about yourself. With your plain, unremarkable looks, could you actually pull it off?!"

"Exactly! So you must be lying to me; nothing happened between me and him. Someone like him could never be interested in someone like me."

"Besides, I'm still principled; villains are absolutely off‑limits! Beast World has plenty of handsome men; my life is more important!"

Xiao Jiu thought speechlessly, "You've been flirting with him, sending him out to train his gun for ages, and you claim nothing happened?"

Does your conscience really not hurt!!!