In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

After feeling shy, Lin Shuying looked at the bowl of crystal clear lotus soup in front of her, and her stomach began to rumble again.

Her ears turned red with shame, and she was at a loss as to what to do when a bony hand picked up a jade spoon and filled a bowl for her.

"Miss Shuying, try this."

Li Zimo's voice was a little lazy and drunken as he pushed the celadon bowl in front of her.

The girl's slender fingers trembled slightly when she took the bowl, and she almost couldn't hold it.

"Thank you very much, sir..."

She thanked him in a whisper as thin as a mosquito, her drooping eyelashes casting a shadow in the candlelight.

Seeing this, Shen Moyun opened her red lips and wanted to say something, but she saw Li Zimo had picked up a piece of golden and shiny crispy goose and placed it steadily on the blue and white porcelain plate in front of her.

"Miss Moyun, please have some too. Goose meat is very nourishing."

There was a meaningful smile on his lips.

Shen Mojun bit his lower lip and finally said softly:

"Thank you...thank you, sir..."

There was a hint of helpless compromise in his voice.

When they were drinking to their heart's content, Li Zimo took the opportunity to pour the wine and "accidentally" brushed the back of Shen Moyun's hand with his slender fingers.

The young woman retracted her hand as if struck by lightning, the wine cup tilted, and the amber nectar almost spilled on the tablecloth embroidered with lotus flowers.

On the other side, Lin Shuying was already drunk.

After drinking a few cups of sweet wine, her eyes became hazy, her cheeks flushed, and she leaned softly on her sister-in-law's shoulder, the pearl hairpin in her hair trembling slightly with her breathing.

Fu Sirui became more and more excited as she drank, and she even sat astride Li Zimo's legs, picking up a crystal grape and bringing it to his lips.

Seeing this, Fu Sixuan hurriedly pulled her sister's sleeve, but her face turned red as well.

Su Xiaoyue took it all in and raised her glass gracefully:

"Sister Shen, would you please come visit us often in the future?"

There was a deep meaning in her eyes as her fingertips gently stroked the rim of the cup.

As Su Xiaoyue finished speaking, the candlelight in the dining hall flickered, reflecting the different expressions on everyone's faces.

Shen Moyun's fingertips trembled when he heard this, and the jade chopsticks fell on the porcelain plate with a "ding".

She hurried to pick it up, but accidentally knocked over the wine cup. The wine dripped along the edge of the table onto her pomegranate skirt, leaving a dark mark.

"S-Sorry..."

Her voice was tense and the tips of her ears were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

Lin Shuying leaned on her sister-in-law's shoulder with drunken eyes, and replied in a daze:

"OK..."

The ending tone is soft and has a bit of childishness.

A silver hairpin in her hair was tilted and about to fall, and a few strands of her black hair were scattered, making her face look even more flushed.

"It seems that both sisters are tired."

Su Xiaoyue smiled, turned around and winked at Li Ningshuang.

"Why don't we send them to the side rooms to rest first?"

Li Ningshuang understood and was about to stand up, but she saw Fu Sirui suddenly slip out of Li Zimo's arms and lie on the table drunkenly mumbling:

"Husband...this wine...is really powerful..."

Fu Sixuan was also rubbing her temples, her starry eyes half closed.

"In that case..." Li Zimo looked around at everyone, his eyes lingering on Shen Moyun's red neck for a moment.

"It's better to settle them all down earlier. Xiaoyue, take Ningshuang and the others back to their rooms first."

After the girls supported each other and left, only Li Zimo and his unconscious aunt and sister-in-law were left in the hall.

Shen Moyun tried to stand up, but his feet went weak and he fell forward.

A strong arm caught her steadily.

"Be careful." Li Zimo's voice was close to her ear, and his warm breath brushed her earlobe.

Shen Moyun looked up in panic and met his deep eyes. The flickering candlelight in them seemed to burn people.

"Sir..."

Her voice was trembling, but her whole body was weak due to the alcohol, and she couldn't break free from the restraints.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Shuying asleep on the desk, her collar slightly open, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin.

Outside the window, a crescent moon quietly hid in the clouds.

Before Shen Mojun could react, Li Zimo's lips were already covering hers.

She opened her eyes wide, the rich aroma of wine and masculine scent intertwined between her lips and teeth, making her already dizzy mind even more confused.

"Hmm... um..."

The resisting push gradually turned into a weak grasp, and her long eyelashes trembled, casting a shadow under her eyes.

Only when her breathing became rapid did Li Zimo step back slightly, looking at her lips that were red from being kissed, and chuckled softly:

"Miss Moyun's lips are more intoxicating than this aged Huadiao wine."

Shen Moyun was still in a daze when she suddenly felt her body lighten - Li Zimo actually picked her up horizontally with one hand and held the sleeping Lin Shuying with the other hand.

The girl moaned in her dream and unconsciously buried her face in his neck, her warm breath spraying on her skin.

"Sir, you can't..."

Shen Moyun protested weakly, but her fingers honestly clenched his collar.

As she walked through the corridor, the night breeze brushed against her hot cheeks. The lanterns in the corridor cast overlapping shadows of three people on the bluestone slabs, swaying like her disordered heartbeat.

......

In the wing

The candlelight flickered, casting a hazy shadow on the gauze curtain.

Li Zimo gently placed the unconscious Lin Shuying on the inside of the bed, and helped Shen Moyun, whose steps were unsteady, to sit down.

Shen Moyun tried to hold on to the last bit of clarity and wanted to get up and leave, but he was so drunk that he staggered and almost fell down.

"Be careful." Li Zimo held her waist, and the warmth of his palm came through the thin fabric.

Shen Moyun trembled all over, his ears turned red and almost dripped blood, and he whispered:

"Sir... please, please respect yourself..."

Li Zimo chuckled, not only did he not let go, but he leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"Miss Mo Yun is so drunk, if I don't do anything about it, wouldn't that be too unkind to her?"

Warm breath brushed past her ears, Shen Moyun's heart beat wildly, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt.

She wanted to push him away, but the alcohol was taking over her and she was too weak to use any strength. She could only let him hold her in his arms and walk towards the bed step by step.

Li Zimo put his arms around Shen Moyun's slender and soft waist and sat down beside the bed.

Looking at Shen Moyun's pitiful appearance, I was just about to say something personal to her.

Inside the bed, Lin Shuying turned over at this moment. In her drunken state, she seemed to have dreamed of something. A sweet smile appeared on her lips, and she murmured unconsciously: "It's so hot..."

She tugged at her clothes in a daze, revealing a section of her snow-white neck, and stretched out her hands to grab at the air, as if chasing something in a dream.

"Shuying..." Seeing this, Shen Mojun wanted to get up and take care of her, but was gently pushed back by Li Zimo.

"Don't worry, she's just drunk."

His voice was low, and his fingertips brushed across her wrist faintly.

"Your face is so red, is it because of the alcohol?"

Shen Moyun bit her lip and turned away in embarrassment:

"Sir...don't tease me..."

Li Zimo chuckled softly, not only did he not stop laughing, but he went a step further. His slender fingers gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look directly at him.

"Tease? I'm just concerned."

Shen Moyun's breathing became disordered, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he was not sure how to respond when suddenly -

"Um...sister-in-law..."

Lin Shuying muttered in her dream and turned over unconsciously. She stretched out her arms and placed them directly on Shen Moyun's waist, rubbing them like a coquettish kitten.

Shen Moyun suddenly froze, in a dilemma.

Li Zimo's eyes darkened when he saw this. He held her hand and whispered:

"It seems... you can't leave tonight."

Shen Moyun's heart trembled at the warmth of Li Zimo's fingertips, but Lin Shuying rubbed against her arms again in her drunken dream, and his soft body pressed against her, making her unable to move.

"Sparse shadows..."

She cried out softly and tried to push her sister-in-law away.

But the girl whimpered like a cat, hugged him even tighter, and even unconsciously raised her face, her lips brushing against her neck.

“Mmm… smells so good…”

Lin Shuying murmured in a daze, and in a drunken state, she actually reached out to touch Shen Moyun's collar, her fingertips hooked on the lace embroidered with lotus and gently pulled it -

"ah!"

Shen Mojun hurriedly held her hand, his ears red as blood dripped from his eyes.

"Shuying! You..."