?Mobile reading Lin Caivei clapped her hands excitedly, "Yes, I didn't think of that before. But how will the brush handle the spiritual energy flowing through the pen handle and reaching the tip?..." She realized then that she was almost entirely held in Qin Feng's arms, and gasped, "What are you doing?" "What else? I'm studying how to draw symbols. Qin, the young man, if he ever enters the entertainment industry, he'll definitely win awards. He's clearly enjoying a beautiful tofu dish, yet he acts so composed and dignified—his face is so serious, with absolutely no hint of any romantic spark. Lin, your face is even redder now. Could you please stand over here?" "Why?" He still maintains that calm, unflappable, perfectly respectable demeanor. "I, you..." Lin Beijie wasn't as good at acting as he was, and said softly, "That space over there is so large—why must you stand right beside me? It makes me feel quite uncomfortable..." He only then snapped his fingers, saying, "Sorry, hehe! Who could resist your beauty? I just couldn't help but step over here—so I can't blame myself. If anything's to blame, it's you for being so captivating. I'll move over now, hehe!" Though he sounded polite, when it came to action, he clearly had his own reservations—he lingered for a while, finally shifting only a little way over. Lin Beijie's pressure suddenly eased, and she breathed a quiet sigh. She had thought that as soon as Qin Feng left, the warmth in her body would fade away, but instead, it seemed to intensify even more. "Wenwen, we've managed to resolve a major issue so quickly—working as one team. I propose we have a drink." He smiled and then pulled out the leftover red wine from the restaurant, along with two glasses. Lin Caivai whispered, "Are you really going to drink it?" "Of course we're celebrating! I didn't drink much, and you didn't either—just a few sips won't make you tipsy." Without hesitation, he removed the cork from the bottle and filled both glasses to the brim. Holding one himself, he said with a smile, "This wine is quite light—easy to drink, and not likely to make you feel drowsy. Besides, we're both cultivators. Even if we do get a little tipsy, just circulating our internal qi will evaporate the alcohol!" That was indeed a convincing excuse to win over a beautiful woman. They clinked their glasses, and to show his generosity, he finished the entire glass in one go. Lin, the beautiful woman, naturally took the lead, speaking with genuine concern, "Drink a little less—too much wine isn't good for your health!" "Ah, how could I drink less when you're here with me?" He chuckled, lifting the glass and refilled it as he spoke. "Ugh, all you ever do is talk in flowery nonsense!" Lin Meili gave him a withering look, her eyes sparkling with springtime charm. Qin, the young noble, felt his bones grow soft under the sheer elegance of her gaze, fixated on her rosy cheeks as if he wanted to leap up and nibble at them. Sensing the intensity of her gaze, Lin Caivi lowered her head slightly, her voice gentle. "Let's keep working on it. If we can successfully draw the incantation, we'll have an added method of self-protection!" "Yes, yes, let's keep going," Qin Feng murmured, swallowing a gulp of wine. His eyes struggled to shift from her face and full breasts to the paper. Together, they swiftly resolved the first section of the text, even beginning to consider purchasing materials like wolf-hair brushes, vermilion pigment, and yellow rice paper—ready to try them right away. Unaware of the passage of time, Qin Feng had already consumed three glasses of red wine, and the more he drank, the drier his mouth and throat grew, the more eager he became to drink again. The bottle of wine was quickly finished. Lin Caivie, though she had consumed only a moderate amount, had emptied her glass completely. As for the premium tea placed beside them—originally priced at a premium—it had been completely forgotten. They were unaware that the medicine韩峰 had added to the wine bore a remarkably bold name: "I Love One Chai." This was the name bestowed upon it by the broad base of silver citizens upon their arrival in China. According to legend, it was a cutting-edge technological product from Europe and North America, capable of entering the bloodstream and reaching the brain, thereby influencing the nervous system to generate profound desires. This medicine proved effective for both men and women. That was why Hàn Fēng had confidently injected it into the red wine—ensuring that even while accompanying the goddess, he would not have to worry. Thanks to the medicine's potent nature, the two, as cultivators, remained unaware and were nonetheless affected. "Why don't we have another round?" "Qin Feng suggested, 'I still have another bottle in my naga ring—just like this one, also borrowed from Han Feng!' 'No, I don't think I can drink it. I feel a bit dizzy,' Lin Beauty frowned slightly, touching her temple. 'Actually, I'm quite dizzy. Let me sit over there for a moment!' With that, she walked toward the rohan bed. 'Let's go together,' Qin Feng said, picking up the freshly opened red wine and following her. The rohan bed was generously padded, making it very comfortable to sit on. Lin Beauty leaned against one of the side arms, her wine-induced grace making her even more alluring. Qin, a bit shy, approached and with a cheerful smile, placed the wine bottle and glass down, then boldly reached out to embrace her slender waist. 'Wenwen, could you tell me about your family? I've already sensed it—your relationship with Lin Fenglei isn't very good!' Lin Caiwei struggled a bit but couldn't escape his grasp. With the wine's effect, she simply let things unfold. After all, Qin's opening question had been spot-on. The beautiful woman's face darkened, and she pouted, saying, "I'm a daughter born out of wedlock. When my mother brought me to the Lin family, the people there—led by Lin Fenglei—didn't only refuse to acknowledge her relationship with my father; they outright denied my own identity. Moreover, Lin Fenglei silently allowed a group of elderly women to mock and scorn us both. Had it not been for me, my mother might have taken her own life back then. Later, when they discovered that I possessed cultivation abilities, they reluctantly accepted us. The Lin family assumed I was too young at the time and would have forgotten all this. But in truth, I remember every moment of their humiliation of my mother clearly!" It makes sense now—how could the Lins treat their so beautiful granddaughter as a bargaining chip, when she's actually a half-brother's daughter? "Wait a minute," Qin Feng said, eyes wide open, "then what about your father? He watched you and your mother suffer all this humiliation—does he still count as a man?" "Lin Meiren looked sorrowful and said, 'It's because my father has gone missing that my mother has brought me to the Lin family. If my father were still alive, he would surely have protected us from humiliation. Yet he has not appeared since—Lin family members now believe he's in serious danger. They frequently sent people out to search for him in the past few years, but now they've completely stopped caring!'"