great-warnovel Chapter 138 Foam! He lowered his head and nibbled in the center of a crowd of thousands: Wan'er
Chapter 138 Foam! He lowered his head and nibbled in the center of a crowd of thousands: Wan'er
Zhao Family Village has become a dead village.
With the end of last night's "light and shadow elopement" drama, all the women in the village ran away.
Now, apart from a few mournful barks, the only sounds in the village are the sighs of the bachelors tossing and turning on their cold kang beds.
"Gurgle..."
In the dead of night, someone's stomach suddenly roared in protest.
Zhao Ergou rolled over and covered his head with the tattered quilt, trying to block out the emptiness in his stomach. But the cold wind poured in through the cracks in the window, as if it wanted to freeze his very bones into ice shards.
Cold. Hungry.
Even worse is—greed.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the wind seemed to have changed direction tonight. An extremely domineering and intense smell, a mixture of the aroma of burning oil and a strange malt scent, was carried by the wind, as if an invisible little hand was desperately trying to get into his nostrils.
"Damn it! Are you trying to kill us all?!"
Zhao Ergou suddenly threw off the quilt, jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), walked barefoot to the window, and ripped open the rotten wooden board used to block the wind.
Just a few hundred meters away, the Qin family camp was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.
There were no imposing high walls and electric fences there, nor the daytime roar of machinery.
Instead, rows of neatly hung colorful lanterns and rising white smoke carrying warmth were seen.
That place is the "Never-Sleeping City Snack Street" that the Qin family just opened for business.
……
"Second brother, do you think this 'food trick' will lure those cowards out?"
In the center of the food street, Su Wan sat on a specially made high wooden chair.
She wore an unusual outfit today.
It was a "workwear dress" made from dark blue denim fabric exchanged in the space, with a wide cowhide belt around the waist, outlining her slender waist. Her long hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her ears, exuding a lazy and casual beauty.
In her hand, she held a large, crystal-clear draft beer mug, something that absolutely did not exist in this era.
The glass was filled with a golden liquid, with white foam piling up like clouds at the rim, emitting wisps of cool air.
That was craft beer that Qin Yue had just brewed using barley and hops from his spatial storage.
"Don't worry, Wan'er."
The one who answered her was not Qin Mo, but Qin Yue.
The Qin family's tycoon was currently leaning lazily against the bar next to Su Wan.
He wore a purple-gold brocade robe with the collar slightly open, and he was playing with a gold abacus in his hand. His peach blossom eyes gleamed with a cunning, fox-like light.
"There are only two things in this world that men cannot resist."
Qin Yue tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping boldly over Su Wan's exposed, dazzlingly white arm, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
One is an absolute beauty.
"another……"
He pointed to the wine glass in Su Wan's hand, then to the sizzling grill next to her:
"It's this joy of drinking heavily and eating large chunks of meat."
"Those men from Zhao Village have been holding back for half their lives, like dried-out firewood. We just need to throw this little spark at them..."
Qin Yue chuckled softly, his voice filled with certainty:
"With a loud bang, it all burst into flames."
The voice just fell.
Outside the wall, in that dark wilderness, suddenly came several extremely suppressed sounds of swallowing saliva.
Immediately following was the sound of rustling footsteps.
It was Zhao Ergou who led the remaining few dozen young men in the village, taking advantage of Zhao Taigong's deep sleep, and secretly climbed over the wall to sneak over.
They were lying on the low wall surrounding the Qin family camp, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
The campsite was filled with long tables.
The table was laden with delicacies they had never seen before:
The chicken pieces, still tumbling in the boiling oil and coated in a golden-brown crispy skin, are "Golden Fried Chicken";
The lamb skewers, sizzling and glistening with oil over charcoal and sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, were a dazzling red.
And those barrels of golden liquor, exuding the aroma of malt, were being poured into transparent glasses and gulped down.
"What kind of wine is that? Why is it bubbling?" Zhao Ergou's mouth watered so much that his saliva dripped down his chin in long strands.
"Who cares what it is! It looks so refreshing!" Her companion's eyes gleamed. "Look at that fried chicken... the skin is so crispy, I can hear it sizzling through the wall!"
Just then.
Su Wan seemed to sense something, and turned her head slightly to look at the dark corner of the wall.
Instead of calling for people to drive them away, she raised her wine glass and offered a toast in that direction.
then.
She parted her red lips slightly and took the thick rim of the glass into her mouth.
The golden liquid slid down her throat. She drank it a little too quickly, or perhaps the beer was too fizzy.
When she put down her wine glass.
Her originally rosy and moist lips were now covered with a ring of white, creamy beer foam.
It's like coating those tempting red cherries with a layer of creamy sugar.
"Gulp."
The dozens of men outside the wall swallowed hard.
This scene... is too sensual.
Her hearty drinking style contrasted sharply with her delicate and charming demeanor.
Like a noble little cat that has stolen a sip of its owner's wine, leaving behind a slightly tipsy feeling that makes you want to ruthlessly ravage it.
"Wan'er."
Qin Yue's eyes darkened instantly.
He kept staring at Su Wan.
He stared at her throat moving, at her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and finally, his gaze was fixed on the white foam around her lips.
"What's wrong?"
Su Wan blinked, her peach blossom eyes glistening with a hint of intoxication as she looked at him somewhat blankly.
She didn't realize she had something on her lips.
"It's dirty."
Qin Yue's voice suddenly became hoarse, as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.
He took a step closer.
This step brought him almost to Su Wan's knees. The fabric of his expensive brocade robe rubbed against the denim on Su Wan's legs, producing a subtle, heart-stirring sound.
"Is it dirty?" Su Wan instinctively reached out to wipe it. "I didn't bring a handkerchief..."
"Don't move."
Qin Yue grabbed her hand as she tried to wipe her mouth and pressed her wrist against the cold wooden surface of the bar counter.
This is the heart of the night market.
The surrounding area was filled with Qin family workers and barbarian security guards coming and going, and in the distance, there were dozens of pairs of eyes peeking from the shadows.
Right under everyone's watchful eyes.
Qin Yue did not take out a handkerchief.
He braced himself with one hand beside Su Wan, his tall frame slightly bent down, creating a posture that exuded a strong sense of oppression and possessiveness, casting Su Wan entirely in his shadow.
"It's such a waste to wipe off this good stuff."
He murmured softly, his peach blossom eyes filled with an intense, unyielding desire.
next second.
He lowered his head.
They didn't kiss immediately.
Instead, he stuck out his tongue and, under the dozens of shocked gazes, very slowly, gently rolled it along the outline of Su Wan's upper lip.
The movement was as light as a feather brushing past.
It was warm and moist, soft, and carried a sense of dread.
He swallowed the ring of white foam, along with the remaining wine on Su Wan's lips, into his mouth.
"Well……"
Su Wan froze, as if she had been electrocuted, and instinctively tried to lean back.
But Qin Yue didn't give her a chance to escape.
His hand naturally supported the back of her head, forcing her to tilt her head back and endure his sudden, probing, and flirtatious "cleaning."
It merely remains on the surface of the lip.
But the prickly sensation on his tongue, and the overwhelming, masculine heat, made my legs go weak more than any deep kiss.
"Glug."
Qin Yue's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the mouthful of foam that smelled of beer and her body odor.
Then, he slowly stepped back a little distance.
Their noses were still rubbing against each other, almost touching.
Qin Yue extended his thumb and pressed it firmly against Su Wan's lips, which he had licked until they were wet and red. A satisfied yet wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Wan'er."
His voice was very soft, and only the two of them could hear it:
"This wine... doesn't taste right."
Su Wan's face flushed crimson, her eyes brimming with panicked tears: "W-what's wrong? Is the recipe wrong?"
"It's not that the recipe is wrong."
Qin Yue shook his head. His eyes, usually so calculating with money, were now only focused on how to devour the woman before him.
"It's too sweet."
"It's sweeter than any candy I've ever tasted."
"This wine isn't as sweet as yours..."
He leaned close to her ear and mischievously licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue:
"I want to... die drunk on Wan'er."
This fourth one!
This happened in public!
How dare he... how dare he be so reckless!
However, even more outrageous things were yet to come.
Qin Yue turned around without the slightest shame. Instead, he licked his lips quite naturally, as if savoring the taste from just now.
Then, he looked at the darkness in the corner, raised his voice, and spoke with the arrogance and allure of a victor:
"Friends from outside the wall, now that you're here, why hide?"
"The Qin family's grand opening sale is tonight!"
"Free beer and free fried chicken."
"As long as you dare to come in... everyone can enjoy this heavenly life!"
This last straw finally broke the last shred of reason in the men of Zhao Village.
Screw the clan rules!
To hell with chastity arches!
I want to drink! I want to eat meat!
"Charge!"
Zhao Ergou was the first to jump down from the wall, like a starving wolf, heading straight for the large wooden barrel full of beer.
"I want some too! Leave me a sip!"
"Fried chicken! That's mine!"
Dozens of men, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly swept away the low, undefended wall surrounding the Qin family compound.
They rushed into the crowd, grabbed fried chicken from the table and stuffed it into their mouths, not caring whether it was hot or not, even chewing the bones and swallowing them.
That instant.
The aroma of oil and the crispy texture explode in your mouth.
Zhao Ergou ate while crying:
"Waaaaah... This is what human food should be like! I used to eat nothing but pig swill!"
Then came the downing of glasses of ice-cold, yet exhilarating beer.
The carbon dioxide bubbles churned in my stomach, making my head spin.
"Cool!"
"That was fucking awesome!"
A group of grown men, while drinking, suddenly burst into tears.
They looked around at the Qin family's long-term laborers, each dressed in neat cotton clothes, their faces glowing with health, and there were even pretty barbarian girls pouring them wine.
Look at yourself again.
They were dressed in rags, their faces were sallow and thin, and they looked like a group of beggars who had just been released from prison.
"Master Qin!"
Zhao Ergou suddenly slammed his wine glass on the ground and knelt down in front of Qin Yue with a thud.
His mouth was covered in oil, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
"I'm not going back!"
"I'd rather die than go back to that awful village!"
"I want to stay in the Qin family! I want to work for you! Even if it's shoveling manure, I'll live that kind of life!"
Qin Yue was still fiddling with the golden abacus in his hand.
He looked down at Zhao Ergou kneeling on the ground, a nonchalant smile still playing on his lips.
"Want to stay?"
He used a folding fan to lift Zhao Ergou's chin, as if examining a commodity waiting to be sold:
"The Qin family doesn't support idlers."
"Here, the amount of meat we eat is directly proportional to the amount of work we have to do."
"and……"
Qin Yue's gaze swept over all the men from Zhao Family Village present, and his voice suddenly turned cold:
"Once you enter the Qin family, you must abide by the Qin family's rules."
"If anyone dares to bring in those stinking rules from Zhao Family Village, or dares to show the slightest disrespect to Wan'er..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
But the folding fan in his hand snapped shut with a sharp "snap".
Beside him, Qin Meng, who had been silently in charge of security, perfectly cooperated by crushing an empty wine bottle with one hand.
Glass shards were scattered all over the floor.
Zhao Ergou trembled all over, his head hitting the ground repeatedly.
"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not!"
"From now on, Madam is the supreme ruler! Anyone who dares to disrespect Madam, I, Zhao Ergou, will be the first to bite them to death!"
……
This night was a night of revelry.
It was also a complete collapse.
It wasn't until late at night that Zhao Ergou and his companions, drunk and supporting each other, climbed over the wall and returned to Zhao Family Village.
However, when they pushed open their dilapidated door, by the moonlight they saw the cold stove and empty kang (heated brick bed), and smelled the musty, impoverished odor of the house.
The immense sense of disparity instantly shattered their last psychological defenses.
"What kind of life is this...?"
Zhao Ergou slumped to the ground, the aroma of beer still lingering in his stomach, but his heart felt like it had a gaping hole, with cold wind whistling through it.
Over there, there was light and shadow, feasting and laughter, and a woman whose beauty was breathtaking even when she just took a sip of wine.
Here, there was only deathly silence and stubborn old men guarding a dilapidated memorial archway, waiting to die.
"I'm not reconciled..."
Zhao Ergou clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.
"Why should we live like this? Why should we follow the rules for those old fogies?"
This idea, like a wildly growing weed, sprang up in the hearts of every man who had drunk Qin's wine and eaten Qin's meat.
……
The next morning.
The master bedroom of the Qin family mansion.
Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the thick curtains, illuminating the messy bed.
Su Wan was still asleep.
Last night, Qin Yue, that unrestrained guy, made her drink a lot of alcohol (actually, Qin Yue fed her most of it with his mouth). She was fast asleep at the moment, her cheeks still flushed from the hangover.
The door was gently pushed open.
Qin Yue walked in carrying a bowl of hangover soup.
He walked to the bedside but did not wake Su Wan.
Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and quietly watched her.
At this moment, she had lost both the poise she had during the day and the allure she had shown the night before.
She curled up in the blankets like an unsuspecting little animal, revealing half of her snow-white arm and her collarbone with a few ambiguous red marks—marks he had secretly left last night under the guise of "sobering up."
Qin Yue reached out and gently stroked her swollen lips with his fingertips.
There, the sweet aroma of beer foam seemed to linger.
"Wan'er..."
He murmured softly, his eyes filled with a morbid obsession:
"I fed her so much last night... it seems like Wan'er still hasn't had enough."
"But it's okay."
"The people of Zhao Family Village have lost their morale, and that piece of land... will soon be ours."
"At that time..."
"I want to build a real wine pool and meat forest for Wan'er on this land."
"Let Wan'er be able to only be drunk in my arms every day..."
He leaned down and gently kissed her red lips.
Good morning, my queen of the city that never sleeps.