Xiao Xuanya's eyes sparkled as she glanced at Yang Fei.

"You know about Dharma Wine too?"

At that moment, it felt as if a flame was burning inside Yang Fei's lower abdomen.

Intoxicated, he said, "Dharma Wine is the favorite drink of martial artists; it can promote the flow of Essence Qi, relax muscles, and refine bones."

"If martial artists drink it regularly, it can even help them break through to higher realms of Martial Arts, a truly marvelous thing."

Xiao Xuanya pursed her lips and smiled gently, reciting a short poem.

In the noonday shadow of trees, alone I chant in the Poolside Pavilion.

Watching bees learn regret, I leisurely ponder the posture of cranes.

Dharma Wine enhances spirituality, Pure Zither enters the soul.

With vast calmness in place, why vie for fame with weapons anymore?

...

She had just recited to this point.

Yang Fei once again picked up his cup and drained the wine in one gulp.

He drank two cups in succession, and now he was in trouble.

Yang Fei felt a heat moving from his mouth to his throat, and then to his stomach.

Then, from his Dantian, the warmth exploded and spread throughout his body.

Every pore in his body opened sequentially, and he felt incredibly relaxed.

Overjoyed, Yang Fei slapped the table and shouted,

"Dharma Wine enhances spirituality, Pure Zither enters the soul, what a great wine!"

Xiao Xuanya smiled lightly.

Her clear, black-and-white eyes, under the moonlight, were full of charm.

She looked like a fox that had become spiritually enlightened.

She looked at Yang Fei, "Do you also know this poem?"

Yang Fei felt a blur of extremely important fragments drift through his mind.

He pondered with difficulty, "Strange, why does this poem feel so familiar to me?"

"And this sensation from the Dharma Wine, it's also very familiar..."

"Right, Miss Xuanya, where did you get this wine?"

Xiao Xuanya smiled softly with pursed lips, "I brewed it myself."

"Ah, you can make it yourself?"

Yang Fei's mouth fell open.

Dharma Wine is extremely important to martial artists; it is a valuable rarity.

And Xiao Xuanya could actually brew it herself?

Xiao Xuanya nodded and said lightly, "It's nothing remarkable."

"It's just that finding the ingredients for brewing is a bit difficult; I have a vineyard in Southern France."

"In that vineyard, no more than ten kilograms of Dharma Wine are produced each year."

She looked at Yang Fei and smiled sweetly, "If you have a chance, please come and visit."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, "I would love nothing more."

"But you will have to keep a good watch over the fine wines in your cellar."

At this, both of them burst out laughing.

Xiao Xuanya gracefully stood up and offered a toast to Yang Fei.

Her seductive, watery eyes fixed on Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, tell me the truth, you knew it was dangerous tonight, so why didn't you escape on your own?"

"Although I don't understand assassination and sniping, I know that if you hadn't been mindful of me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Yang Fei looked at Xiao Xuanya in surprise.

"You are a client of my company, and since I had promised you, why would I run away alone?"

Xiao Xuanya sighed.

"In a life-or-death situation, let alone a client, even close kin would be abandoned."

"Brother Fei, that's hardly a proper reason."

Yang Fei thought for a moment, "I didn't think that much at the time."

Xiao Xuanya gave a gentle smile and raised her cup to Yang Fei again.

"Here's to 'not thinking that much', let's drink to that."

The two raised their cups and drank them down in one gulp.

Dharma Wine is potent, yet they kept drinking cup after cup, well into the night.

The more Yang Fei drank, the more astonished he became.

He had never expected that Xiao Xuanya's drinking capacity could match his own.

Xiao Xuanya had no traces of Essence Qi flowing through her.

Clearly, she was not a Martial Arts Master, yet she could brew Dharma Wine and her tolerance was quite good.

Her enemy, who tried to kill her, was ironically a top Assassin Group from abroad known as Blood Angel.

All these doubts gave Yang Fei a severe headache.

However, Yang Fei believed in Xu Zhiqing.

Her friend would definitely not harm him.

Unconsciously, the hot wine in the clay pot had already run out.

And the charcoal in the stove had gradually turned to ash.

Both of them were intoxicated, completely mellow.

Xiao Xuanya lay sprawled on the table, limp and softly murmuring.

Yang Fei chuckled bitterly, took a big stride forward, and held her in his arms.

The two walked through the small garden and went up to the second floor of the villa.

Xiao Xuanya's room was decorated in an extremely feminine manner, with pink and light purple as the dominant colors.

Yang Fei, his head spinning, tossed Xiao Xuanya onto the courtly-style grand bed.

He pulled the pink mosquito netting closed and then turned to leave.

However, after his drunken state, he staggered unsteadily.

Tripping over something unknown, Yang Fei fell backward.

He landed right on the soft, large bed.

Xiao Xuanya murmured something, turned over, and wrapped her arms around Yang Fei.

She even rested her head on his shoulder and then fell deeply asleep.

Yang Fei felt warmth all over his body.

And he could smell Xiao Xuanya's charming fragrance in his nose.

He struggled a bit, trying to get up, but his head still felt light and dizzy.

Yang Fei chuckled bitterly again, wrapped one arm around Xiao Xuanya's body, and fell asleep just like that.

This sleep was incredibly deep.

When Yang Fei opened his eyes, he realized it was already broad daylight.

The sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a slanting light across the bed.

Yang Fei jolted awake and quickly rolled over to sit up.

He found himself dressed only in his usual clothes, with a quilt covering him.

Yang Fei's head still spun as he tried to recall the events of the previous night.

The memory was chaotic and blurry, but the sensation of holding Xiao Xuanya was distinctly profound.

"Could something have happened last night…"

Yang Fei was somewhat shocked.

Damn, could the rumors of getting randy when drunk actually be true?

Just then, the room door opened, and Xiao Xuanya entered the room.

She was clad in a Nike tracksuit, her face flushed as if she had just returned from a morning run.

Yang Fei didn't know how to face Xiao Xuanya.

To avoid awkwardness, he quickly buried himself deeper into the quilt.

Xiao Xuanya's face was flushed, and she smiled gently.

"Don't hide, I know you are awake."

Yang Fei, feeling helpless, stretched a hand out from beneath the quilt and waved at Xiao Xuanya.

"Good morning."

Xiao Xuanya smiled sweetly.

"Good morning, Sister Xueyi has prepared breakfast in the hall, aren't you getting up?"

Yang Fei's face turned red, and he sheepishly looked at Xiao Xuanya.

"Nothing happened last night, right?"

Xiao Xuanya smiled gently, appearing extremely charming.

"What did you want to happen?"

Yang Fei didn't know why, but he found it easy to interact playfully with Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang.

However, facing Xiao Xuanya and Su Yinxue, these two enchantresses, he felt completely restrained.

He sighed in relief, "It's good that nothing happened."

Xiao Xuanya smiled again gently.

"Really, wouldn't you have wished for something to happen?"

She boldly sat on the bed, biting her lip, looking at Yang Fei with a teasing yet coy smile.

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