Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 530 The Princess Who Wants to Compilation 27

Liu Rufeng's head was buzzing. Yun Chu's words were like an ice spike, instantly piercing through his carefully constructed mask, revealing his bloody and panic-stricken true self underneath.

Fear, shame, anger, and the powerless feeling of being completely seen through overwhelmed him like an icy tide, almost suffocating him.

He desperately needed an outlet, an escape from this suffocating insight.

He stared intently at the translucent glass cup on the low table. The green plum wine inside was gleaming with an alluring yet dangerous luster under the candlelight.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Liu Rufeng almost rudely raised the small jade cup in his hand again. Instead of just taking a sip, he suddenly tilted his head back and poured the entire cup of clear and spicy liquid into his throat!

The cold wine entered his throat and turned into a line of scalding fire, burning all the way down, trying to ignite his stiff limbs and bones, and dispel the bone-chilling cold and panic.

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. The emptiness in her heart and the sharp, piercing shame she'd seen through it all needed more numbness.

Yun Chu watched coldly, but did not stop him. He just poured himself another small cup and savored it slowly, as if he was enjoying an expected opera.

Liu Rufeng no longer needed her permission to "do as he pleases".

He grabbed the wine jug, with the spout almost touching the rim of the cup, and poured himself a drink at an increasingly faster pace.

The initial elegance was gone, and the gesture of pouring the wine carried an almost self-destructive indulgence.

Cup after cup, the clear mountain spring wine made from new plum leaves only a burning numbness in the throat.

At first, he was still able to maintain a trace of clarity, his eyes like poisoned needles, trying to find a crack on the beautiful face that frightened and disgusted him.

But gradually, the effect of alcohol was like a gentle yet violent tide, washing away his tight conscious defenses with wave after wave.

The light from the glass lamp in her hand began to blur, overlap, and melt into a warm yellow halo.

Her face was sometimes dazzlingly clear in the halo, and sometimes as distant as a cold star in the fog.

Sanity is collapsing, and the carefully maintained disguise is peeling off piece by piece under the burning of alcohol.

The loathing and nausea that followed him like a shadow—directed at her identity, her power, her all-knowing eyes—were completely washed away by the alcohol that burned his heart and lungs.

An unprecedented feeling of exhaustion gripped him, as if only a hollow shell remained in his body, heavy yet light.

"...Why?" His voice was hoarse, heavily intoxicated and filled with a confusion that even he himself was aware of, breaking the tense silence in the warm room. "...Why...did you forget about me?"

The words were unclear and intermittent, which was the true feeling expressed under the catalysis of alcohol, rather than calculation.

The word "forget" was filled with strong feelings of grievance and unwillingness. It was his true emotion that he would never admit when he was sober, but now it burst out like a broken dam.

Yun Chu put down the wine glass and looked at his face which was beginning to turn slightly red. The fox eyes which always hid calculations were now stained by the smell of wine and the light of water, revealing a rare, almost fragile confusion.

"Rufeng is very drunk." Her voice remained calm, as if she was stating a fact.

"I'm not drunk!" Liu Rufeng stood up suddenly to retort, but his body swayed violently, he lost his balance, and was about to fall to the side.

Yun Chu's eyelashes twitched slightly, but he did not stand up to help him. Only when he stumbled and bumped into the edge of the couch did he casually stretch out his arm - not to help him, but more to prevent him from hitting the hard rosewood.

His elbow hit her forearm.

The skin touched at that moment, warm and soft.

The expected sharp feeling of rejection did not come over me.

Alcohol completely numbed the nerves and dissolved the deep-rooted resistance.

Fatigue and an unprecedented sense of letting go took over. He didn't feel disgusted, he even... at that moment, he coveted the undeniable warmth transmitted through her sleeves.

"Your Highness..." He called out vaguely. Due to the force of the collision, he not only failed to stand firm immediately, but his body softened as if his bones were pulled out, and he fell down at an angle without any warning - right on the edge of the couch where Yun Chu was leaning.

The distance between the two was instantly shortened to just a few feet.

The strong smell of alcohol on him and the chill after the snow on his turquoise green brocade fur coat hit my face, mixed with the original medicinal fragrance, styrax and green plum wine in the warm room, forming a strange and dangerous smell.

His eyes were half closed, his eyelashes trembling weakly, his cheeks flushed, and his hair was messily stuck to his forehead. The sharpness just now had completely disappeared, leaving only a blank and decadent look.

Yun Chu didn't push him away. She even tilted her head slightly, carefully examining Liu Rufeng, who had dropped all his disguises and was sitting beside her couch.

The candlelight danced in her deep eyes, a medley of light and dark. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the area of ​​her arm where his elbow had just hit her.

Liu Rufeng's consciousness floated on the edge of the dark tide.

The warmth of the warm room and the firm touch of the edge of the bed beneath him, mixed with the faint cool fragrance of the woman beside him, formed a strange safe haven, which made him, a trekker lost in the wind, snow and fear, feel a moment of attachment.

He no longer forced himself to tense every nerve to be alert and cautious. His body soaked in alcohol felt extremely heavy, and he only wanted to rely on the only warm existence beside him, even if this existence was an ice and snow god that could devour him at any time.

He relaxed all his resistance, and his body tilted slightly to the side almost uncontrollably. With a burning temperature and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he leaned gently and almost dependently on Yun Chu's arm, which was wrapped in a silver fox fur coat and was equally soft but contained unquestionable strength.

Like a trapped beast that has finally given up struggling due to exhaustion.

Yun Chu lowered her eyes and looked at the man who was resting his head on her arm, his fangs and claws gone - he was no longer the man who pretended to be carefree even though his fingertips were white from the cold in the corridor, nor was he the spy who forced himself to smile and flatter.

At this moment, he revealed his true vulnerability, his unwillingness, and the alcohol-soaked feeling of being wronged or perhaps just tired. There was no disgust, only a complete, sinking exhaustion.

Outside the window, the wind and snow are still howling.

In the warm room, the candlelight stretched the shadows of the two people, entangled on the floor covered with thick velvet carpet.

The aroma of green plum wine floats faintly, but now it has a hint of dangerous sweetness that comes from losing control and indulging.

Yun Chu did not move, letting Liu Rufeng's heavy breathing brush against her sleeves. The weight and warmth from his arm had a subtle sense of invasion.

The corners of her lips slowly curled up into a genuine, cold, and controlling arc.

In this game of chess, it seemed that Liu Rufeng made a sudden move and disrupted the situation, but in fact, everything was still under her control.

It was just the overturning of this chess piece, the aroma of wine in the warm room and his body temperature, that produced unexpected, yet... interesting changes.