My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1237: Chapter 671: Within Reach (Double-Length)

However, as the alcohol surged, her figure suddenly swayed, staggering as if she were about to fall forward.

Seeing this, Chen Yi instinctively rose and rushed forward, reaching out to support her.

But Qin Qingluo stabilized herself in an instant, not only avoiding a fall but instead leveraging Chen Yi’s proximity to tightly grasp his arm, and with force, she pulled herself forward,

her warm and alcohol-scented lips unapologetically blocked Chen Yi’s mouth.

Despite Chen Yi’s wealth of experience, the Princess’s unexpected and overwhelmingly assertive kiss startled him, his body momentarily stiffening.

Yet, he quickly recovered, hesitating for only a beat before turning the tables, his arm encircling her waist, pressing forward to deepen the kiss, his tongue parting her lips to capture the essence uniquely belonging to the Princess.

Qin Qingluo seemed unprepared for his swift and intense reaction, her original position of dominance suddenly overturned.

She let out a muffled whimper from her throat, a protest or perhaps something else, and soon overwhelmed as he completely took control, she forcefully pushed him away, swiftly breaking their brief but intense kiss.

As their lips parted, a strand of silver thread glistened briefly between them. Qin Qingluo’s breath quickened, her cheeks flushed, while her snake-like eyes gleamed dangerously under the candlelight.

Chen Yi brushed the corner of his mouth and, faced with the sudden kiss, laughingly asked, "Is the Prince pretending to be drunk?"

She breathed lightly, not waiting for Chen Yi to continue his inquiry, boldly extending her finger, coated with a hint of drunk belligerence, her cold fingertip hooking onto Chen Yi’s chin, forcing him to slightly tilt his head upwards.

Looking down at him, she smiled with a cold allure of triumph, sneering:

"Whore, only you know how to pretend?"

Chen Yi paused reflexively. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned, not daunted, instead smiling broadly, "My sincere intentions towards the Prince are evident to all under heaven."

Naturally, he referred to his Sword Intent World.

Because he loved freely, for every woman he cared for, it was as evident as heaven and earth.

Chen Yi rubbed his hands, asking, "It’s late, Prince, should this official escort you back?"

Night was silent, a cool breeze blew outside, across the corridor, stirring Qin Qingluo’s stray hair gently. She heard his offer to escort her to her room but didn’t reply, instead giving him a sidelong glance, her lips maintaining that cold, alluring curve.

Chen Yi’s expression revealed a perfect touch of disappointment, as if his earnestness had fallen short.

Seeing this, Qin Qingluo’s heart wasn’t softened, but rather she performed a move even more unexpected. She hooked her finger on the collar of her black Python Robe, slowly tugging it aside, revealing a plain inner garment and a small area of collarbone skin.

Then, she bent over, casually picking up the empty wine cup Min Ning had used on the table, lifting the wine jar, and poured a little crisp Autumn Dew into the cup.

Bringing the cup to her nose, she gently sniffed, and a subtle, complex expression flickered through her authoritative snake-like eyes, as she laughed, "There’s a taste of Min Ning."

Chen Yi was momentarily puzzled, unsure of her intentions.

The next moment, Qin Qingluo tilted her wrist, directly pouring the remaining wine onto her slightly open chest!

The cold wine instantly seeped through the Python Robe front, the dark fabric clinging tightly, outlining breathtakingly full contours, the wet silk shining with an ambiguous gloss under the candlelight, the mountains and valleys shimmering, a cold fragrance melding with the wine scent and the woman’s body warmth creating a potent atmosphere.

Chen Yi froze, completely not expecting the Princess to perform such a wild gesture.

He watched as Qin Qingluo leaned closer, almost pressing against him.

The blend of wine and her unique cold scent evoked the thirst of warriors for blood, carrying a potent aggressive undertone.

Perhaps it was the long-repressed revenge mentality from her confrontations with Min Ning or perhaps the drunkenness took hold; all barriers since their meeting seemed suddenly overcome.

Candlelight etched the reddened skin, both from drunkenness and excitement, the wet clothes clinging to her body revealing her voluptuous and healthy form, every curve imbued with strength and beauty.

Chen Yi’s throat moved slightly, his gaze darkened, reaching out, intending to slowly unveil the wet Python Robe, seeking the hidden charms within.

As he was about to act, Qin Qingluo forcibly pinned his hand down, her eyes ablaze with irrefutable command, breathlessly whispering:

"After all these years, today... I want to be above you."

Chen Yi paused his action, meeting her gaze, suddenly reminded of that dungeon nightmare.

As a man, how could he succumb to such an end?

Therefore, Chen Yi reversed his grip on her wrist, not a light hold, smiling broadly, "I’ve endured for days, how could I let the Prince subdue me?"

The words half true, half jest, carrying a hint of insatiable ambition unwilling to stay below.

Well then, the treacherous minister has revealed himself; this one’s ambitions were now plain, unwilling to merely act as a submissive official.

Qin Qingluo’s eyes flashed fiercely, her other hand mimed a sword, aiming for Chen Yi’s wrist, but how could he easily yield? His wrist flipped, transforming his hand into a capture, counter-gripping her pulse.

Inside this Hanhai Building amidst the alcohol fumes, the two engaged in a you-come-I-go exchange, seemingly sparring, trading a few moves.

The moves were slow yet carried concealed power, the cups and plates trembling lightly, the clothing fluttered, all indicating testing and grappling, not so much battling as a silent struggle over dominance and control.

After a long while, Qin Qingluo’s breath was slightly disorderly, ultimately weaker in her drunken state, her arms skillfully restrained by Chen Yi. She tried to resist but failed, cursing, "Whore!" then asked breathlessly, "What do you want to do?"

Chen Yi smiled more like a cunning rogue, leaning close to her ear, whispering, "Naturally, I don’t want to merely be an official."

What he aimed to stir was an earth-shattering upheaval.

Qin Qingluo’s snake-like eyes narrowed, retorting, "What if I still want to be a Prince?"

Chen Yi didn’t address this blunt remark, instead cleverly tossing the challenge back, saying, "Then can’t the Prince come up with a win-win solution?"

The ball was tactically passed back, leisurely waiting to see what earth-shaking plan this intoxicating Princess could present.

Chen Yi was keenly anticipating Qin Qingluo’s "brilliant plan."

Only to see Qin Qingluo still partly restrained by him, pushing his hand away, retreating half a step, slowly raising her head, her face a mix of drunken flush and authority, her snake-like eyes flashing an almost mischievous challenge.

Suddenly, her waist exerted force, one long powerful leg raised unexpectedly with such incredible flexibility and angle, becoming a perfectly straight and strong... split.

The Python Robe hem slipped with the vigorous motion, revealing a stretch of smooth, taut thigh, the contours smooth and gleaming under the candlelight.

Performed by this usually dignified and stern Princess, Chen Yi stared dumbfounded, his mind blank for a moment.

Qin Qingluo absorbed his shock fully, she breathed lightly, her cheeks flushed from drunkenness, yet stubbornly maintaining a breath, asking defiantly with a slightly hoarse challenge:

"Can you reach?"

Chen Yi swallowed his saliva,

What an awe-inspiringly majestic Princess...