Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 430 Drunk
"Huhuhu..."

After a long while, the kiss, which had almost suffocated Liu Erlong, finally ended.

Dai Chengfeng was also slightly out of breath. He released Liu Erlong, but his forehead was still pressed against hers. Their breaths mingled, carrying the rich aroma of wine and an indescribable ambiguity.

Liu Erlong breathed in the fresh air deeply, her cheeks, already flushed from the alcohol, now even more radiant than peach blossoms.

Those usually sharp and bright phoenix eyes were now shimmering with tears, and she looked at Dai Chengfeng with a mixture of shyness and anger, murmuring something.

"Dai Chengfeng, you bastard..."

As he spoke, his eyes held a mixture of lingering emotion, a hint of regret, and a deep sense of bewilderment.

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng simply smiled gently and quietly looked at Liu Erlong in front of him, as well as the 'masterpiece' he had created.

At this moment, Liu Erlong's red lips were swollen from Dai Chengfeng's kisses, glistening with an alluring moisture, and she unconsciously breathed softly as she opened and closed her mouth slightly.

A few strands of her dark hair, still damp from their recent intimacy, clung to her sweaty forehead and cheeks. Far from looking messy, they added a touch of languid charm, a result of being pampered.

Her body was still slightly hot and so soft that it felt like she had no bones. If Dai Chengfeng's arm hadn't been around her waist, she would have almost slipped to the ground.

Her appearance was completely devoid of her usual fiery and fierce nature, leaving only a breathtaking, conquered tenderness and allure.

"Sister Erlong..."

After a long while, Dai Chengfeng looked at Liu Erlong, who was completely different from before. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He gently stroked her burning cheeks with his fingers, wiping away a fine trace of sweat, while murmuring her name.

However, his voice was terribly low and hoarse, "You look... truly intoxicating..."

At this moment, Liu Erlong trembled slightly at Dai Chengfeng's touch and words, his eyes flickering as he tried to muster a trace of his former sharpness.

But it was all in vain.

The alcohol and the wild kiss from before had almost completely shattered her defenses.

Therefore, she simply turned her head away to avoid Dai Chengfeng's overly intense gaze, intending to change the subject in order to cover up the out-of-control situation.

"...Alcohol...wasn't it supposed to be...drinking...?"

Her voice trembled slightly and sounded soft and delicate.

"Ah!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, his laughter filled with pleasure.

However, he did not choose to expose Liu Erlong's little scheme. Instead, he readily loosened his grip slightly, but still let her lean against his side, and then took the wine pot and cup.

"Okay, drink."

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng poured wine for Liu Erlong again, this time filling only half a cup.

The glass cups shimmered with an alluring crimson luster in her hazy vision.

Liu Erlong almost couldn't wait to take it, tilted his head back and drank it down, trying to use the cold liquor to quench the thirst in his throat and the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

However, as the wine went down her throat, the warmth it brought seemed to intensify that restlessness.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng poured himself a cup and sipped it slowly, but his eyes never left Liu Erlong, making Liu Erlong even more nervous.

However, there was one thing that made Liu Erlong feel a little more at ease.

That is, Dai Chengfeng no longer urged her to drink as frequently as before, but only occasionally clinked glasses with her, chatted about trivial matters, commented on the taste of the wine, or talked about the night view in the courtyard.

But it seemed that Dai Chengfeng's very presence was a strong disturbance. He sat beside him, close at hand, his body heat penetrating through the thin fabric of his clothes, and his cool, wine-scented aura was ever-present.

This caused Liu Erlong's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, to become disordered again.

In the end, Liu Erlong could only drink one glass after another, trying to distract himself and numb himself with alcohol to cover up his panicked helplessness.

Later on, as Liu Erlong became more and more drunk and her thinking became more and more blurred, she drank faster and faster.

It was as if this was not a fine wine, but a potion of forgetfulness that could make one temporarily forget their troubles.

Dai Chengfeng did not stop her, but simply poured her more wine from time to time, quietly watching her gradually relax and even indulge herself...

Finally, the effects of the alcohol took hold.

Liu Erlong began to feel the scene before her eyes begin to rotate slightly, and Dai Chengfeng's profile appeared somewhat blurry under the halo of moonlight and lamplight, yet it was exceptionally beautiful.

"Um……"

Liu Erlong hummed softly, his body growing weaker and his head becoming heavier.

The pain and grievances that Yu Xiaogang had so deeply wounded him could no longer be suppressed under the influence of alcohol, and surged up uncontrollably.

Before she knew it, she had half-leaned, half-slid down, and finally slid softly down, resting her head on Dai Chengfeng's lap.

The position was too intimate, but she was too weak to think. She only felt that the "pillow" was very solid and secure, and it also had a reassuring warmth.

Dai Chengfeng looked down at the woman lying on his lap. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her clothes were a little loose from her movements, revealing a small patch of delicate, flushed skin...

He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek behind her ear, his fingertips lightly brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

Feeling Dai Chengfeng's movements, Liu Erlong trembled slightly, glanced at him with a dazed look, but did not look away.

She gazed up at the night sky, her eyes hazy, with what seemed like glistening tears in the corners of her eyes, whether from the alcohol or from tears, it was hard to tell.

Gazing at the blurry crescent moon on the horizon, Liu Erlong suddenly murmured, his voice thick with nasal congestion and drunkenness: "He... he bastard... he pursued me... then ran away from our wedding... and now he's slandering me..."

Dai Chengfeng listened in silence, his fingers gently combing through her thick, long hair.

"What's wrong with me, Liu Erlong?"

She suddenly raised her voice, filled with resentment and indignation, but quickly lowered it again, filled with self-doubt, "I did so much for him... waited for him for so long... and he just left like that... just said he didn't want me anymore..."

She suddenly reached out, groped for Dai Chengfeng's hand that was still holding the wine glass, and brought it to her lips.

Dai Chengfeng then brought the rim of the cup close to her lips, allowing her to take a sip.

Some of the wine spilled, wetting her chin and neck.

Dai Chengfeng gently brushed his fingertips across her chin, wiping away the wine stains with a tender gesture.

Liu Erlong continued muttering, her eyes growing increasingly unfocused, "I must have been crazy to have fallen for such a cowardly, indecisive, and evasive hypocrite!"

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, her voice trembling with tears, yet she stubbornly held them back. This stubborn vulnerability was all the more pitiful.

"What kind of bullshit theory is this... You can't even face your own feelings... You're a piece of trash..."

"It's over... It should have ended a long time ago... Today... Today it's completely over!"

She seemed to be speaking to Dai Chengfeng, or perhaps making a vow to herself, as she waved her hand forcefully, but it was weak and powerless.

(End of this chapter)