Chapter 397: A Yellow Millet Dream

Qian Youyu's wine, just as he said, was the soul of virility.

Ordinary medicinal wine is nothing more than ginseng, angelica, and wolfberry. Qian Youyu's wine didn't even count these as medicinal herbs. He obtained a secret palace recipe from an old Chinese doctor. Poisonous snakes soaked alive, seahorses soaked fresh. Added to authentic medicinal herbs like epimedium, cinnamon, cistanche, deer antler, and actinolite, buried underground for ten years and on the ground for three.

After drinking from the jar, one felt a wave of heat spreading throughout the body from the dantian. Like water from a spring, it poured into the extraordinary meridians and finally gathered in the dantian, hot and tingling. Even if one hadn't been erect for a thousand years, one would stand tall and proud after drinking.

Qian Youyu, a lonely man, actually soaked such wine. From this, it can be said that this person's lustful heart has not been extinguished, and his romantic heart has not died.

I cursed in my heart, my blood surging like a spring throughout my body, galloping endlessly.

In my eyes were the graceful Yue Bai and Xuelai, and in my nostrils were their hair fragrance and the faint scent of a woman's body. Just like a catalyst, it made me increasingly wild.

I have roamed the wine scene for eight years, and even with strong liquor, I could handle it. Today, encountering Qian Youyu's wine was like a small river merging into a great river, silent and traceless.

Coming out of the hotel, I was drunk, but I didn't feel tired; instead, my whole body felt comfortable. My whole body seemed to be filled with power. An urge to vent, like a surging river, surged and receded, receded and surged, wave after wave.

Looking sideways at Deng Hanyu, he was just like a red-eyed boar, crawling into the car, not even saying goodbye, and driving away on his own.

I smiled lightly, thinking that his disheveled state proved my strength.

From the hotel to the Town Government, one needs to turn through a small street. I walked forward, smiling all over my face, like a general inspecting my Suxi.

Many people recognized me. Seeing me come, they all stood up and greeted me affectionately. I waved in acknowledgment, my demeanor calm. In fact, my heart was already churning.

I didn't let Xuelai support me. As such a young Party Secretary, even if I were drunk as mud, I had to walk steadily and act calmly.

I knew there were countless eyes watching me; in the new Suxi Town, I am an indelible hero. I am their pride, the hope of their future.

Men looking at men can see into the bones. Hao Qiang wanted to come over to support me several times, but was forced back by my gaze.

Almost at the gate of the government, I said to him, "Go back and prepare. Come with me to the villa tonight."

Hao Qiang wanted to speak but stopped, and I glared, my eyeballs almost falling to the ground. Hao Qiang was startled, finally shook his head, and turned to leave.

The Town Government hadn't officially started working yet. The building was empty, without a single person.

I stepped inside, and my footsteps began to stagger. My throat felt itchy, and a wave of drunkenness rushed to my brain, instantly blurring my vision.

Xuelai had been following behind me; seeing this, she rushed up, reached under my armpit, and supported me as I was about to fall.

A scent of fragrance rushed into my nose, and looking sideways, I saw Xuelai's pink and white neck. Like a freshly peeled green onion. My thoughts were in chaos, and I almost couldn't control myself.

Xuelai breathed like an orchid, speaking softly, "Walk slowly, I'll support you."

I smiled gratefully, half-leaning on the soft jade and warm fragrance, and lifted my legs to go upstairs.

In the building, my heavy footsteps echoed, accompanied by the crisp sound of Xuelai's small high heels hitting the floor, like large and small pearls falling on a jade plate, distant and long-lasting.

My arm was draped over her shoulder, and my palm hung down, seemingly casual, yet helpless, rubbing against her towering chest as we walked.

Xuelai seemed to feel it; her face turned red for no reason, just like a flower, and like a morning glow in the sky, incomparably brilliant. She turned away, not daring to look at me, but one hand reached around, hugging my waist, letting her weak body try hard to bear my pressure.

Reaching the door, I pushed it open and entered. Straight to the big bed in the inner room.

I lay flat on the bed, panting heavily. I knew I wasn't drunk, just that the fine wine and the beauty made me blurred.

Everyone who has been drunk knows that when the drunkenness is thick, the world turns upside down. One even feels like dying. When half-drunk, it's like flying into the clouds, intuitively feeling the world is so small.

But no matter how drunk one is, one's heart is as clear as a mirror. Therefore, some people go crazy when drunk; in my opinion, it's just like a child who hasn't seen an adult's genitals, not worth being surprised at all.

Xuelai looked around, wanting to find something to cover me. Only after opening all the cabinets and looking through them did she sigh and say, "If you aren't covered, you'll catch a cold."

I laughed, "Don't worry, Town Mayor Liu took it."

Xuelai seemed to just remember this, her expression somewhat lonely. Pouting, she said, "Too much trouble, better to go to my room, there's ready-made bedding."

I waved my hand to refuse, saying, "A woman's boudoir, how can a man like me enter casually? Better to stay in my own small place, stretching and bending as I please, rising and sitting as I wish."

Xuelai smiled beautifully, "If you were allowed to go to Yue Bai's house, you'd probably be begging for it."

I was startled and scolded, "Nonsense."

Xuelai wasn't afraid of me, smiling lightly, "Still pretending! You think I can't see it?"

"What did you see?"

"Do you believe in a woman's intuition?"

I shook my head and said, "A woman's intuition is unbelievable. I don't believe it."

Xuelai lowered herself, approached my head, and stared at my eyes, saying, "I'm telling you, my intuition is more accurate than the weather forecast."

I chuckled a few times, my eyes glancing over her chest.

Although Xuelai was dressed loosely, she couldn't hide her exquisite figure. She lowered herself, revealing a patch of snow-white on her chest, a deep ravine, hitting me like lightning.

She didn't give me more opportunity, straightened up, and turned her back to me, saying, "The look in Yue Bai's eyes when she looks at you, what kind of look is that?"

"What kind of look?" I was only embarrassed now. It was as if I were a lying child, exposed by someone else, shame surging from the bottom of my heart, instantly flushing my face red.

"What kind of look? A look of love, of course," Xuelai giggled, her shoulders trembling slightly, her body's curves rising and falling like waves with her giggles.

"Getting more and more outrageous," I warned her, not looking at her.

Xuelai herself was a temptation. A man with little willpower would definitely make a fool of himself in front of her. I thought of He Jiaxiao's car sex and began to understand his impulse.

Xuelai turned around, her eyes fixed on me, and said softly, "Tell me, why help me?"

I smiled bitterly, "I'm not helping you, I'm helping my brother."

Xuelai smiled contemptuously, her face cold, and said, "You're lying."

"I'm not," I stated firmly.

"Really not?" Xuelai seemed somewhat disappointed, talking to herself, "Maybe, maybe it's myself."

"What about yourself?" I pursued.

"Nothing." Her expression was desolate, her face pale.

I didn't expect such a scene to appear suddenly. Xuelai wasn't a crystal; she was a piece of jade, already carved several times, incomparably smooth.

From the first time I saw her, I felt she wasn't an ordinary woman. Later, she had a one-night stand with He Jiaxiao, and then later, she pressed step by step. To tell the truth, I had no covetous heart for her.

Could it be that Xuelai likes me? This thought popped up, and it scared me.

Although I had no covetous heart, it didn't exclude that I had a subconscious.

I was so startled by my own thoughts that I lost my head.

Xuelai, a hotel manager with nothing, suddenly became the Youth League Committee Secretary of my Suxi Town. How much did I do, and how many favors did I owe in between?

Could it be that in the dark, I was expecting something?

"I'm jealous," she suddenly opened her mouth and said.

"What are you jealous of?"

"I'm jealous of Yue Bai." She walked to the door and leaned out to look outside.

"Why?" I asked faintly, but my heart was like a drum being beaten, thumping violently.

"She must be your woman." She giggled again, twisting her body over, and sat down by the edge of the bed.

"Don't talk nonsense," I scolded guiltily.

She stared at me, smiling but not smiling, stretched out a small finger, and gently poked my forehead, saying, "You are a bad person."

I originally wanted to reach out and grab her finger, but after she said that, I gave up the idea. I asked, "Am I bad?"

"Of course bad," she was still laughing, her face red, "Women all like bad men."

"You too?"

She nodded without hesitation, her eyes covered with a layer of mist.

My heart trembled, and I could no longer control myself, opening my arms and hugging her into my embrace.

Xuelai struggled a few times, then calmed down, reached out and touched my face, and smiled, "Do you want to turn Suxi Town into your harem?"

I didn't speak, staring at her pretty face.

She was as smooth as a porcelain doll, her long eyelashes covering her deep pool-like eyes. It seemed that if a person fell in, they would never be able to climb out.

She was embarrassed by my staring and closed her eyes slightly. She reached out and hooked my neck, offering her incomparably tempting red lips.

Qian Youyu's wine made me roar, and I couldn't care about anything else, lowering my head, covering her red lips, and licking wantonly.

Xuelai's tongue was incomparably soft, and upon contact, I was instantly lost in confusion.

She suddenly left my lips, opened her bright eyes, and said seriously, "I'm not giving myself to you."

I laughed, still wanting more, licking my own lips and saying, "So fragrant."

She shyly escaped my embrace, walked to the window, lifted the thick curtain, looked out the window, and said, "She's here."

I knew the "she" she was talking about must be Yue Bai.

"Go on being your emperor," she walked over quickly, kissed me on the face, and said, "I'll watch your harem."

Before I could speak, she turned and walked to the door, made a face at me, and said, "I won't disturb you two."

Just as Xuelai left, Yue Bai came in carrying a quilt.

"Where's Xiao Xue? Didn't she send you over?" Yue Bai looked around, didn't see Xuelai, and asked me.

"She was here, and left," I said, still thinking about Xuelai's soft lips.

"This girl!" Yue Bai sighed, "How could she leave you behind?"

I laughed, "I'm not sick or in trouble, a girl, what could she do staying here?"

Yue Bai's face turned red, and she scolded, "Could I do anything staying here?"

It was as if a string in my heart had been gently plucked, and a soul-stirring tune came winding from the horizon. ===== CHAPTER 398 =====