Surge of Cultivation

After drinking a cup of hot water, Ye Qingdi felt that his mouth was no longer as thirsty. However, his head felt more dizzy and painful, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Ugh …" "I'm going to vomit..."

Although he was drunk to the point of almost being unconscious, Ye Qingdi knew that he was about to drink. Subconsciously, he felt that it was not good to puke here, so he quickly lifted the thin blanket covering his body and left Duanmu Rong's warm and soft embrace. He wanted to get off the bed and rush into the bathroom, but before his bare feet could even stand up, he felt the sky spinning and the earth spinning.

"Let me help you to the bathroom, you … "You should hold it in, don't puke right now..." Duanmu Rong had always been clean and tidy, even to the point of being obsessed with cleanliness. She held onto Ye Qingdi's body, feeling extremely nervous as she prayed that Ye Qingdi would not vomit on the spot.

The hardwood floor beneath his feet was as flat as a mirror. It was so bright that one could tell how disgusting it would be if he were to be sprayed with red, green, and green filth … Duanmu Rong frowned and did not even dare to think about it.

The more she was worried, the more scared she was. Before she could finish her sentence of "don't puke right now", Ye Qingdi's mouth opened a few times and spat out a few large mouthfuls of filth. Not only was the floor splattered everywhere, even Duanmu Rong's body was not spared.

"Ah …"

Duanmu Rong screamed as if she was struck by lightning. She let go of Ye Qingdi's hands and immediately retreated backwards.

The moment she let go of him, Ye Qingdi, who had lost his support, became like a deflated balloon. His body collapsed onto a few puddles of filth on the floor, causing his entire body to be covered with them.

Miss Duanmu had never experienced such a thing in her entire life. He lowered his head to look at the filth on his body and smelled an extremely bad smell. He was so angry that he almost fainted on the spot.

If it was anyone else on the ground, the normally calm Miss Duanmu would have gone berserk, clenching her fist and rushing over to beat him up. However, the person lying on the ground now was actually Ye Qingdi.

"If you can't drink, you still have to drink. What kind of hero are you acting like!?" It's all right now. Are you feeling bad? Will you still drink it next time? I won't let you puke here. Why do you have to vomit... Furthermore, he vomited all over her … "

Duanmu Rong grumbled inwardly. She, who always had a heart of ice, felt that she was very hurt and wronged. At the same time, when Ye Qingdi's pained expression fell into her eyes, she also felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, her nose began to ache and her eyes reddened.

The dignified successor of the "Weak Water Group", Miss Duanmu, who was going to control the lives and death of hundreds of thousands of employees under her banner, who had always carried the image of a strong woman, was actually crying right now.

Fortunately, other than the drunken Ye Qingdi, there was no one else at the scene. If it was in front of the crowd, their glasses would have all fallen off.

"Ugh …" "Hmm …"

How could Ye Qingdi understand Eldest Miss Duanmu's current feelings? His stomach was burning hot now, and his insides seemed to be twitching, as if he would only feel better if he spat out everything he had eaten.

"Ah, you're not done vomiting yet …"

Under her concern, she did not care about whether the room was dirty or not. She held her breath, not allowing herself to smell the pungent smell that filled the room, she went forward and forcefully pulled Ye Qingdi up. She dragged his body into the bathroom so that he could face the sink.

"Alright, just throw up now..."

"Err …"

Every time she vomited, her entire body would twitch. Although Young Miss Duanmu did not dare to look at the filth, she could feel the discomfort that was being caused by Emperor Ye Qing. Her heart ached and trembled, wishing that she could share some of his pain with him.

"Will you still drink it next time?" Duanmu Rong asked with a bitter tone as she patted his back with one hand while supporting his body with the other.

"I'm not drinking anymore …" "Unwell..."

Ye Qingdi vomited for a while and finally emptied his stomach. Only then did he feel a little better, and he vaguely felt that he had returned to the room he had rented, and the voice of the person talking to him seemed to be very familiar. He turned his head and leered at the person as he grinned, "Duanmu …." Yan, how could it be … It's you! Why are you. Run over here. Why did he come here? I... I just... "There's only one bed …"

"I am Duanmu Rong." She knew that she and her little sister looked too similar, and the average person wouldn't be able to tell them apart. Moreover, Ye Qingdi was already this drunk, so admitting his wrongs was normal. She wouldn't even think about the relationship between Ye Qingdi and her little sister.

"Argh …" Duanmu Rong? Do... Wrong, you went. To my room. Come in the room, you want to sleep with me. Sleep together? No... My bed. "Too young..."

"You must have vomited a lot, why don't you rinse your mouth …" Duanmu Rong thought that Ye Qingdi was just speaking drunkenly, so he used the water to wash away the filth he vomited and poured half a cup of cold water for him to rinse his mouth with.

He wanted to help Ye Qingdi go back to sleep, but seeing the filth all over his body, he started to hesitate.

"His body is so dirty. If he doesn't wash it clean, how can he sleep? However, he was so drunk that he couldn't tell north, south, east, or west. It would be weird if he could take a bath! Although there were a lot of men in the Weak Water Residence, other than Steward Wen, they were all bodyguards of the 'Qilin' team. Every bodyguard had their own responsibilities and asked them to come and help … It didn't seem appropriate. "Butler Wen is also quite old, so he might have fallen asleep by now …"

Duanmu Rong was dazed for a moment before clenching her teeth. As if she had made a great decision, she spoke to the drowsy Ye Qingdi who was currently fighting with her eyelids, "You …. You. Sit in the bathtub and I'll help you take a shower. "It's just a simple charge!"

"Shower …" Good... "Charge..."

With Duanmu Rong's help, Ye Qingdi sat down in the waterless bathtub in his black vest. Duanmu Rong picked up the shower nozzle, adjusted the temperature, and started washing his body.

While washing Ye Qingdi's body, Duanmu Rong's other hand was not idle either. She took a roll of tissue paper and wiped off some of the filth on her body. She was prepared to change her clothes after returning to her room.

Not long after, all the filth on Ye Qingdi's body was washed clean, but his black vest and four horns were completely drenched. Duanmu Rong began to worry again, thinking, "I can't let him wear this to bed, can I?" It was fine for him to be naked … However, did he have to take off such a close-fitting item for him? If she didn't take it off for him, who else could?

Well, there's just the two of us in the room, and he's drunk and he doesn't know anything, so take it off, no one knows.

Duanmu Rong stretched out her hands with a blush on her face, attempting to take off Ye Qingdi's black vest that was sitting in the bathtub. However, the vest was stuck to her body and she did not want to touch it, hence she could not take it off even after half a day of effort.

Taking off his vest was so easy, but it wasn't that simple because it contained a man's most private parts. If he saw something that he shouldn't have seen while taking it off, he would die from embarrassment.

Seeing that Ye Qingdi was still half asleep and half awake, Duanmu Rong finally had an idea. She pulled Ye Qingdi out of the bathtub and made him lie down on the basin's terrace with his back facing her. Then she carefully used her hands to 'touch' the upper edge of his lower back.

Because he was worried about looking at the man's buttocks, Duanmu Rong kept her eyes closed while doing the tearing motion. Her face was so hot that it looked like it was on fire, and so red that it seemed to be dyed red by the sunset.

With a "chi" sound, the only piece of cloth on Ye Qingdi's body became cloth. At this point, the tens of thousands of yuan worth of clothing on his body was either torn into pieces or thrown into a trash can.

Her heart was beating rapidly, as if it would leap out of her chest at any time. She really did not have the courage to face this' naked 'Ye Qingdi, so she could only keep her eyes tightly shut and put one of his arms under her arm. She felt that he was about to move forward, so she decided to put him on the bed and quickly escape from this' wrong place '.

"Aiyo …"

With a "dong" sound, Ye Qingdi's head hit the door frame. He screamed out in pain.

"Ah, yes. "I'm sorry..." Duanmu Rong knew that it was because she had taken the wrong route that Ye Qingdi had crashed into the door, so she hurriedly opened her eyes and glanced at his forehead. Luckily, he did not hit too heavily, and at most, there was only a small bump on his forehead, and only then did she heave a sigh of relief. She looked down, and was about to look at the ground beneath her feet, but she accidentally caught a glimpse of something that she absolutely should not have seen.

She was in a state of disarray as she carried Ye Qingdi forward. She had forgotten that there was a threshold in front of her to block the water. She took a step forward and her feet kicked against that threshold.

If she was alone, she would not have to worry about this kind of thing and could easily stand firm on her feet. But now, with Ye Qingdi on her back and her mind not focused, she lost most of her usual agility. She stumbled and fell towards the floor outside the door, and without her support, Ye Qingdi also fell along with her.

As a martial artist who was still conscious, he would be fine even if he fell. However, Ye Qingdi was drunk. If he fell, the result would be much worse than Duanmu Ran's.

At this time, Duanmu Rong was concerned that Ye Qingdi had defeated her. When the two of them fell to the ground at the same time, the only thing she thought of was how to protect Ye Qingdi from getting hurt, so she reacted in time. Although she fell down with Ye Qingdi, her left arm suddenly extended out to block in front of Ye Qingdi, causing Ye Qingdi's falling speed to slow down a little.

In a split-second, when Duanmu Rong had completed this series of actions, Ye Qingdi, who weighed over a hundred Jin, also pressed his body down with a whistling sound. When his chest made contact with Duanmu Rong's palm, Duanmu Rong's arms slightly bent under his pressure and dissipated part of the impact force.

No matter how drunk he was, he was still sobered by the torment of the two strikes. He opened his eyes once again and vaguely saw a woman's soft body being pressed down by him. A familiar woman's figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Yue …" "Teacher..." "Yue Yun," Ye Qingdi murmured, instinctively thinking that the woman with long black hair was Yue Yun. The romance between him and Yue Yun flashed through his mind like a slide show.

Wine is a matchmaker. Although Ye Qingdi was very drunk, this did not stop his male hormones from rapidly secreting. The woman in front of him had a pretty and delicate face that was very close to him. Her eyes were like autumn water and her lips were like red cherry. That pair of small hands that supported the chest of Ye Qingdi made him feel as if they were caressing him …

Ye Qingdi let out a soft snort. He felt his body become inexplicably hot. He could not help but reach out his hands to press down on the two tough and full lumps on the woman's chest.

When the words "Teacher Yue" came out of his mouth, it was so vague that Duanmu Rong did not hear it clearly. Towards the sudden attack of Ye Qingdi, she did not have any defenses in place and was scared silly for a moment. When she reacted to it, the little white rabbit, who was tightly bound in her clothes, had already been kneaded by those large hands and lost all shape.

Since Duanmu Rong had become sensible, her body had never been touched by a man. Perhaps this was the reason why she was so sensitive to sexual contact, regardless of whether it was business or other matters, if the other party was a heavyweight woman, she would personally step in. If the other party was a man, she would most likely let her assistant do it, thus minimizing the chance to shake hands with the opposite sex.

He still remembered the first time Ye Qingdi had held her hand, she felt as if her entire body had been electrocuted. At this very moment, her restricted area was being controlled by Ye Qingdi's hands, and due to a woman's natural instinct, she wanted to resist, but sadly found that her four limbs were no longer under her control.

"Ye Qingdi, don't be like this, okay? Get up! "You are drunk, you should lie down on the bed to rest …" Duanmu Rong tried her best to calm her emotions and give Ye Qingdi a stern warning. However, the moment she said those words, she discovered that it was completely different from what she had imagined. Not only was it unable to intimidate him, it was instead filled with a seductive power.

Ye Qingdi seemed to feel that using his hands alone was not enough. He used some brute force and forcefully pushed down Duanmu Rong's hands that were supporting his chest. This way, their bodies would stick together.

Just as Duanmu Rong was about to struggle, suddenly, Ye Qingdi's warm, alcoholic lips rained down on her forehead, the tip of her nose, her rosy cheeks, her earlobes, her neck and other parts. Duanmu Rong felt itchy and numb.

Compared to Duanmu Rong, Ye Qingdi was now considered a veteran in this field. After he had a real relationship with Yue Yun, he had savored the essence of the food, and after finding Duanmu Rong's mouth, he lightly sucked in one piece. After absorbing for a while, his tongue 'attacked the city and plundered the land', and finally met with her lilac tongue.

"Ugh …"

At the same time, his body was stretched taut, as straight as a bow. At the same time, a feeling of fear and even fear arose from the bottom of his heart, as if he had already become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He could only follow this advice, but no matter how much he struggled, it would all be for naught.

"Forget it, forget it. I've already pulled his hand and kissed him. I don't care what else he wants to do..." "I don't care about anything else …"

Duanmu Rong sighed in his heart. It was as if he resigned himself to his fate and was prepared to let Ye Qingdi give up and not resist anymore. After having a deep kiss with Ye Qingdi, she had completely lost herself. Under her emotions, she even wrapped her arms around Ye Qingdi's neck and took the initiative.

Just when Duanmu Rong was secretly anticipating Ye Qingdi's next move, he noticed that Ye Qingdi's hands were gradually slowing down as he stroked his body. He was even relying on his own initiative to kiss Ye Qingdi.

Because she was shy, Duanmu Rong had kept her eyes closed throughout the entire process of hugging and kissing, completely using the 'camel bird mentality'. Although she felt that Ye Qingdi's sudden stop was very strange, she initially thought that Ye Qingdi was joking with her and did not have the nerve to keep her eyes open.

It was better that she did not look. With just one look, she could not help but become enraged and almost went berserk.

Ye Qingdi was like an octopus, with its four limbs entwined around her body, quietly lying on her soft, boneless body. It was breathing heavily, yet it had fallen asleep just like that.