Master, no! - Chapter 182 We're drunk

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The white tiger seemed to smell the aroma of the wine and ran over to me, circling around me as if it wanted to try some. "White tiger, wolves can't drink alcohol."
"Awooo—" The white tiger cried out in frustration, looking at Yuwen for help. Yuwen continued drinking and ignored it. Helpless, it turned to the other side, found a dark spot, curled up in a ball, and went to sleep.
Yuwen's wine isn't too strong; it's quite delicious. Imagine the moon shining in the mountains, drinkers in the bamboo grove—how elegant it would be to hold a white jade wine jug and sip this fine wine right now! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh. Even after all this time, I still can't shake this pretentious habit.
"What are you laughing at?" Yuwen, who had been silently drinking, put down his jar and looked at me.
"No, I just thought that I've been here for more than three years." I looked up at the moon in the sky. They say that when you raise your head to look at the bright moon, you think of your hometown. So where is my hometown? Is it Peach Blossom Spring or the capital? The past is like fleeting clouds. Let's forget those who have left.
He took another sip of the wine; it was truly a delicacy. "What kind of wine is this, Yuwen?"
"My own homemade peach blossom wine."
"You brewed it yourself?" I looked at him in surprise. "How did you make such delicious wine? Teach me!"
"This is my exclusive secret recipe. You're not my apprentice, so why would I give it to you?"
"Fine, I won't pay then. Anyway, I'm going to live here from now on, so you can brew more for me to drink."
Yuwen laughed twice and said, "You really know how to take advantage. It would be my loss if I didn't teach you."
"Hey, you just do what you think is best."
“Sure, I can teach you, but you have to become my disciple first.” Yuwen paused for a moment after saying that, then seemed to realize he had said something inappropriate and quickly said to me, “Sorry, I was just joking.”
“It’s nothing,” I shook my head. “You don’t need to worry about it. I’ve forgotten everything that happened before.”
"You really forgot?"
"Of course it's true."
“Actually, I always thought you were a pampered child before you came to Peach Blossom Spring.” Yuwen took the last sip of wine, threw the empty jar aside, and leaned against the rock. “Although I knew you were strong at heart, I never expected you to be this strong. For three years, you have taken such good care of Zuo Qingyan and you have also been able to take good care of yourself. It’s really beyond my expectations.”
"How about that? I'm pretty good, aren't I! Look, I've learned how to grow vegetables very well from Aunt Song's teaching. My cooking skills aren't as good as yours, but I can still manage to cook them properly. And..."
"Xi'er, are you very tired?" Yuwen sat up and turned to look at me. He actually called me by my childhood nickname, which surprised me quite a bit. I turned to look at him, and the moonlight shone in his eyes, giving them a feeling that was very different from usual. This gaze made me feel a little flustered. His face was flushed from being drunk, so I quickly turned my head and raised my wine to drink. In my panic, I choked on the wine and started coughing uncontrollably.
"You, how come you're still...clumsy?" Yuwen let me lean my head on his shoulder, reaching out to gently pat me a few times from behind. The wine stuck in my throat brought tears to my eyes, and it took me a while to recover. When I looked up, my eyes were glistening with tears from coughing. Before I could speak, Yuwen gently pulled me into his arms from behind. His unique masculine scent filled my embrace, and my face flushed instantly. I tried to sit up straight, pressing my hands against his shoulders, but he held me firmly in his arms, unable to move.
"Are you tired, Xi'er?" he asked again. But this time his tone carried a hint of understanding, a touch of heartache, and a subtle emotion I couldn't quite decipher. That tone made my nose sting. I really am tired.
Having arrived here amidst the pain of betrayal and abandonment, I've made new friends and family, but the most important person to me now—Qingyan—remains unconscious. Doctor Lu says he'll wake up because the ancient texts of Peach Blossom Spring record that the blood of a saintess has near-resurrection-like effects, with stronger holy power resulting in greater efficacy. However, there are only one or two records of using blood to nourish others, and those cases only involved severely injured individuals. Although in Peach Blossom Spring's centuries-long history, besides the first saintess, I'm the only one with such a vibrant three-petaled red lotus on my forehead, I've been raised on a special kind of nourishment since adulthood, unlike the previous saintesses. All these possibilities are merely deductions based on common sense. Logically, with me feeding him at least a bowl of blood daily, Qingyan should have woken up two years ago. But he still hasn't, and I'm truly starting to worry.
The increasing bleeding and the ever-growing pleasure during the day are secondary; the growing mental exhaustion is the root of my weariness. I know that the greater the hope, the greater the despair, but I have no choice but to wait and hope day after day, sometimes hoping and sometimes despairing. He never wakes up, and sometimes I'm really afraid I won't be able to hold on any longer.
Yuwen's embrace was warm, carrying the scent of peach blossom wine. I struggled a few times but then stopped moving, letting myself sink into this weakness. I told myself, "Luo Lingxi, you've really had too much to drink. You're only so vulnerable today because of the alcohol, so I'll give you a little time to cry, just a little bit."
I stopped struggling in Yuwen's arms, clutching his clothes as warm tears streamed down my face, soaking his clothes. I cried silently, and Yuwen held me tighter, gently patting me from behind and whispering, "It's alright, it's alright."
I thought the peach blossom wine wouldn't be too strong, but later my mind started to wander. I remember later I started crying and laughing, quite a commotion. Yuwen wiped away my tears and snot, and said something to me, though I don't remember the exact words. I vaguely remember him stroking the three red lotus petals on my forehead with his fingers, looking into my eyes with a hint of sadness, and saying, "You shouldn't have to bear so much, Xi'er."
What happened next? I can't remember anything at all, even the last scene in my memory is blurry. Was it the white tiger circling affectionately at his feet? It must have been a dream. The white tiger and Yuwen's relationship was just so-so. I was really drunk.

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