Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Bai Heng didn't need to hear the conversation between Chitang and Zhuqing. Based on his understanding of Chitang, he knew that the ending was just as he expected.

Although the plan was going smoothly, Bai Heng still felt a bitter taste in his throat when he saw her sad look.

He looked at Chitang's back and followed her not too far away.

Chi Tang did not stop. After returning to the cave, he went straight into his room.

Bai Heng stood at the door. He didn't hear any sound from inside and was worried. He raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

"A Tang?"

"Master, I'm fine. Can you let me be alone for a while?"

Chitang's voice was filled with grievance and shame.

Bai Heng really wanted to go in and check on her condition.

But thinking about the current situation, he also pushed it, and a trace of guilt appeared in his calm heart.

He knew that since the snake tribe had come to him for help once, there would definitely be a second time.

Zhu Qing had already succeeded in his revenge. If nothing unexpected happened, he would stay in Luoxia Peak most of the time and it was impossible for him not to run into his tribesmen.

If they were not involved, they would still face such a choice at that time.

However, it was I who brought this time forward.

Now the person who makes Atang sad also has his own reasons.

Bai Heng slowly withdrew his hand from the door and stared at it intently, as if he could see the person inside through the door.

After a while, he spoke very slowly, ensuring that the people inside could hear every word he said clearly.

"Okay, Master will go back first. If you have anything, you can come find me next door."

Bai Heng returned to his cave and sat quietly in the main hall, holding a teacup in his hand. The tea in it had been there for a long time without a drop being lost.

I don't know how long it was before I heard the sound of a door opening and closing next to me.

Then there was the sound of messy and disorganized footsteps, which later turned into the rustling sound of someone stepping on dead leaves.

Bai Heng suddenly straightened up, put the teacup in his hand on the table, and showed signs of standing up.

Halfway through the action, he remembered Chitang's previous words, paused, and sat back down.

But the teacup on the table was never picked up again.

The noise outside didn't last long, and soon it returned to its usual quiet.

Bai Heng never heard the footsteps coming back.

It had been quiet outside for too long, and he was really worried, so he decided to come out and take a look.

Seeing the scene outside, Bai Heng's pupils were slightly startled. He quickened his pace and quickly walked to Chitang and snatched the wine glass from her hand.

"Atang, what are you doing?"

All of Chitang's emotions were magnified while he was already half drunk.

When her wine glass was taken away from her, she pouted in dissatisfaction and complained as she stood up and tried to get the glass back.

"What to do? Of course, drink. Master, haven't you heard that a drink can relieve all worries?"

She originally wanted to vent her emotions in the room, but hiding in the room, all the negative emotions were suppressed in her body, making her feel very suffocated.

Chitang has never been a person who likes to keep her emotions to herself. When she felt uncomfortable, she immediately thought of the peach wine that was buried under the peach tree.

A little drunkenness can relieve all worries. Isn't now a good time to use it?

She did what she wanted to do, and she dug out all the wine to relieve her worries.

The Chitang man couldn't keep his balance to begin with, and he wanted to grab the wine, so he staggered and was about to fall to the ground.

Bai Heng didn't care to see the bitterness in her heart as she drank to relieve her sorrow for Zhu Qing. He handed the wine to her, then helped the person who had calmed down again to sit down.

Perhaps because there was one more spectator, Chitang no longer felt satisfied after taking the wine glass back.

She took an unopened wine jar next to her and forced it into Bai Heng's hand:

"Master, didn't we agree before that we would drink together after the wine was ready? How about now?"

"Atang, you are drunk, you need to go back and rest."

Bai Heng put down the wine jar and persuaded her gently.

He was already drunk on Chitang wine and couldn't stand being rejected.

"Master——"

Her eyes soon turned red and she sobbed pitifully like a child who couldn't get any candy.

Bai Heng couldn't refuse her and picked up the wine jar again.

The wine was poured into the glass and the crisp sound of clinking glasses was heard.

Chitang drank a few more cups, and could no longer hide what was in her heart. She muttered to Baiheng about some of her past little girlish feelings.

"Brother, how can you do this? In the past, we..."

"Wow, this is the first time I like someone, how come..."

"Brother, the scales at the end of your eyes are so beautiful..."

"..."

Listening to those mutterings, Bai Heng felt that the wine in his mouth was stronger than any other wine he had ever drunk.

The heart is poured with strong liquor, burning like fire, making people feel hot and dry.

The hotter I feel, the more I want to drink up the liquid in the cup to put out the fire in my heart.

Like drinking poison to quench thirst, the fire burned more and more fiercely.

Bai Heng lost control for a moment, grabbed Chi Tang's hand, pressed her against the stone table, and pressed his lips down.

He seemed to be trapped in a sea of ​​peach petals. The tip of his nose was filled with the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms, and his lips felt as soft as petals.

It seemed as if sweet rain was flowing across his lips. Bai Heng could no longer remember anything else. His tongue probed in eagerly, asking for more of the sweet rain that could extinguish the fire.

Chi Tang's waist was hit by the hard stone table, and the pain brought her some rationality.

She opened her eyes hazily and could not see clearly who was pressing on her, nor did she realize that she was being kissed.

She just felt that her posture was uncomfortable, so she freed one hand and pressed it on the chest of the person on top of her, mumbling irritably:

"It hurts...go...don't press on me...it hurts."

Chi Tang's voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap in Bai Heng's mind.

He stood up instantly, helped her up, and took several steps back.

Bai Heng touched Chi Tang's lips, which were still stained with the fragrance of Chi Tang's lips. He felt happy at one moment, regretful at another, and secretly despised and felt sad in his heart.

Chitang was released, and the little bit of rationality she had disappeared again, and her attention returned to the wine glass in front of her.

When Bai Heng came to his senses, only one bottle of wine was left of the three jars he had dug out, and Chitang was reaching out to open the last jar.

Bai Heng immediately ignored everything else, waved his hand to put the wine jar into the storage bag, and bent down to help her up.

"Atang, you can't drink anymore. I'll take you back to rest."

Chitang had no strength left, so he leaned on Bai Heng's shoulder and followed him forward with stumbling steps.

They had only walked halfway when she started to get angry because there was no wine.

"No, I want to drink."

"Woo woo woo, why, why can he just leave like that?"

Chitang has some complaints about Zhuqing.

The two of them did not agree that they must accept her feelings. If she rejected him because she didn't like him, she would accept it.

But Chitang really hated the fact that Zhuqing left without saying goodbye.

Her liking for Zhu Qing was originally just a curiosity, and had not yet developed into a deep feeling.

Being treated like this again, the last bit of sadness turned into anger.

'My love is not eternal.'

Chitang's eyes were misty. He turned around, saw Bai Heng, and stood on tiptoe.