Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 83

Chapter 83

“What’s wrong?” Ye Qing asked gently, softening her tone.

Jiang Jinhuang’s cheeks flushed red. Her gaze grew hazy. “The wine you bought tastes bad,” she said sulkily.

Ye Qing’s lips twitched slightly. Though it tasted bad, Jiang Jinhuang drank every drop and got herself drunk.

Ye Qing knew reasoning with a drunk was pointless. She patiently followed Jiang Jinhuang’s words. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said soothingly. “I won’t buy it next time. How about I take you to your room to sober up?”

“I’m not drunk,” Jiang Jinhuang said, sniffing. She rubbed her forehead against Ye Qing’s arm. “Stingy,” she mumbled. “You have tasty sweet wine and won’t let me drink it.”

“I don’t have any,” Ye Qing replied, confused. The wine in her storage was strong liquor from the stronghold, even worse. How could she have sweet wine for Jiang Jinhuang?

“You won’t admit it, stingy,” Jiang Jinhuang grumbled. “I want sweet wine, grape-flavored sweet wine…”

Her later words were mumbled. Ye Qing didn’t catch them. She realized Jiang Jinhuang meant her personal scent.

Ye Qing touched her warm ears and coughed lightly. “Let’s not drink today,” she coaxed softly. “I’ll help you rest. Okay?”

“No, no, no,” Jiang Jinhuang said, pouting. She looked at Ye Qing pitifully. “I want sweet wine, or I’m not going anywhere.” She seemed ready to make a fuss if Ye Qing didn’t comply.

Song Zhao held the little one and stayed silent. In her mind, Jiang Jinhuang was usually proper, always managing her master. She’d never seen Jiang Jinhuang lose composure. It was quite novel.

The little one in her arms watched eagerly. Seeing her sister cling to Ye Qing, she giggled happily.

Ye Qing felt they couldn’t stall anymore. “If you want sweet wine, fine,” she coaxed patiently. “I’ll let you drink in your room. Okay?”

“Really?” Jiang Jinhuang asked, her watery eyes brightening. She gripped Ye Qing’s wrist tightly.

“Really,” Ye Qing said softly. “Come with me obediently, and I’ll let you drink grape sweet wine.” She thought she’d deal with it once they were back.

“Then I’ll go with you,” Jiang Jinhuang said, aggrieved. “Carry me. I can’t stand.” Her tone carried a hint of whining.

Ye Qing gave Song Zhao and the little one an awkward smile. She supported Jiang Jinhuang, helping her stand. Then, she pulled her into her arms.

Ye Qing planned to support her back to the room. But Jiang Jinhuang wasn’t cooperative. She wrapped her arms around Ye Qing’s waist. Her face buried into Ye Qing’s chest.

“Ugh, Ye Qing,” Jiang Jinhuang whined. “I don’t want this hug. I don’t want to walk. Carry me back.” She felt dizzy and refused to take a step.

Seeing her heavily drunk, Ye Qing replied gently, “Okay, be good. Don’t move. I’ll carry you. Let go a bit, or I can’t.”

Jiang Jinhuang loosened her grip slightly. Ye Qing placed one hand on her waist and the other under her knees. She lifted her horizontally.

Jiang Jinhuang still wasn’t calm. Her hazy eyes stared at Ye Qing. She touched Ye Qing’s cheek, pinched it, and smiled. “You have such a good temper,” she said. “Not like other Qianyuan.”

In the capital, except for her elder sister, Qianyuan were arrogant. They acted polite but looked down on Kunze like her, eyeing them like goods.

But Ye Qing was different from all Qianyuan she’d met. Her temper was even better than her sister’s. Jiang Jinhuang smiled at Ye Qing again. She pinched Ye Qing’s cheeks with both hands.

“You’re so good,” Jiang Jinhuang murmured softly.

Ye Qing felt speechless. Could she not be good? She needed to get this drunk back to her room.

With that, Ye Qing hurriedly carried Jiang Jinhuang to her room. The little one, still curious, watched with wide eyes.

Song Zhao chuckled. “You little rascal,” she said teasingly. “Can you understand adult stuff?”

The little one tilted her head proudly. “Of course I do,” she said smugly. “Hehe, Sister’s probably going to bite Ye Qing again. I saw it last time.”

“What?” Song Zhao exclaimed, stunned. “They didn’t hide it from you?” Were her master and Jiang Jinhuang that wild? How could they let a child see that?

The little one said innocently, “Sister told me to cover my eyes. I did, but I still saw.”

She giggled, amused. She spread her hands, mimicking covering her eyes. Her fingers were so wide apart, what was the difference?

Song Zhao, worried she’d learn bad things, carried her away. “No peeking anymore,” she warned. “Kids can’t watch adult stuff. Got it?”

“Got it,” the little white ball replied, showing her teeth obediently.

Song Zhao sighed. She planned to tell Ye Qing tomorrow. They couldn’t let the little one see that again. It was too shocking.

Meanwhile, Jiang Jinhuang pinched Ye Qing’s face. Still, Ye Qing carried her into the room.

Ye Qing closed the door with her foot. She placed Jiang Jinhuang on the bed. As she tried to stand, Jiang Jinhuang hooked her neck.

Ye Qing reached for Jiang Jinhuang’s hands. Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes reddened instantly. “What are you doing?” she said tearfully. “Can’t I hug you, stingy? Where’s my sweet wine? I want grape sweet wine. Hurry up.”

Jiang Jinhuang clung to Ye Qing’s neck unreasonably. Her legs wrapped around Ye Qing’s, refusing to let go. Worse, her arms tightened, pulling Ye Qing almost on top of her.

Ye Qing coaxed patiently, “Let go first, okay? Let go, and I’ll give you sweet wine. Be good. You’re holding too tight.”

“Will you really give it?” Jiang Jinhuang asked. Though drunk, she remained cautious, needing confirmation.

“Really,” Ye Qing replied quickly.

She thought fooling a drunk would be easy. Once Jiang Jinhuang let go, she’d cover her with a blanket and leave.

But in a moment of distraction, Jiang Jinhuang pulled harder. Ye Qing fell onto her. Now, Ye Qing lay fully on Jiang Jinhuang. With her arms around Ye Qing’s neck, Ye Qing couldn’t push herself up.

“No, Jinhuang,” Ye Qing said helplessly. “You’re holding too tight. Let go a bit. I really can’t get up.”

“Liar,” Jiang Jinhuang mumbled. “I don’t believe you. If I let go, you’ll run, and I won’t get sweet wine.”

Ye Qing laughed in frustration. How was drunk Jiang Jinhuang so logical? She knew Ye Qing would run if she let go.

Ye Qing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“I’m not lying,” she said patiently. “Let go, and I’ll give you wine.”

“I’m not Yangyang,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “I don’t believe you.” Her nose brushed Ye Qing’s neck, reaching her scent gland.

A patch covered it, but Ye Qing still felt ticklish. “Jinhuang, be good,” she said. “Don’t rub me.”

“No,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “I want sweet wine. Hmm? There’s sweet wine here.” She pressed her nose closer. The closer to the patch, the stronger the grape sweet wine scent.

Happily, she reached up and mumbled, “It’s here. If you won’t give it, I’ll take it.”

She tore off the patch.

“Hiss, Jinhuang, stop it,” Ye Qing said urgently. “I’m getting up.” She grabbed Jiang Jinhuang’s arm, trying to pull away.

She looked up. Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes were red, tears welling up, ready to fall if Ye Qing struggled.

Ye Qing sighed helplessly. She couldn’t bear Jiang Jinhuang’s tears. She gave in and said softly, “Fine, fine, drink if you want. Just don’t cry.”

“That’s more like it,” Jiang Jinhuang said. Her arms hooked Ye Qing’s neck. She pressed her lips to the scent gland and bit lightly. The grape sweet wine flavor surged in.

Jiang Jinhuang sucked the wine. Her arms tightened around Ye Qing’s neck. She occasionally tugged at Ye Qing’s dress.

Ye Qing felt numb. Only Jiang Jinhuang dared take advantage like this. Anyone else, and she’d have fought back.

As Jiang Jinhuang bit the scent gland, her tongue brushed it. Ye Qing trembled each time. She urged, “Finished drinking? Can you let go? Don’t drink too much, or you’ll get drunker.”

Jiang Jinhuang ignored Ye Qing. She kept sucking, loving the taste.

She was picky, though. After biting a while, she felt tired lying beneath. Ye Qing’s weight was uncomfortable. With her lips on the scent gland, she whined, “You’re heavy. I want to be on top. Let me be on top.”

Warm breath hit Ye Qing’s neck. Her neck and cheeks burned red. “No,” she said. “If you’re done, I’m leaving. This isn’t right.”

“No,” Jiang Jinhuang whined, rubbing the scent gland. “I want to be on top. I want it. Ye Qing, put me on top.” Her red lips brushed it, making Ye Qing tremble. The person beneath seemed oblivious.

Ye Qing sighed, worn out by Jiang Jinhuang. She gave in, held her waist, and flipped them so Jiang Jinhuang lay on her.

Jiang Jinhuang, delighted by the switch, held Ye Qing’s face. “So good,” she praised unreservedly.

She leaned in, kissed Ye Qing’s right cheek, and went back to sucking the sweet wine.

Ye Qing wanted to cry. She knew Jiang Jinhuang had bad drinking habits, but not this bad. If she’d known rice wine would do this, she’d never have let her drink.

Now, she had to lie there, letting Jiang Jinhuang suck. If she refused, Jiang Jinhuang would cry. Ye Qing couldn’t handle that. She gave up, lying flat. Oh, and she got kissed too. Argh! Jiang Jinhuang’s drinking habits were awful!