PFC Chapter 427 Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea
Chapter 427 Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea
Lin Chen had no idea how much he had drunk.
In the end, I blacked out; my memory stopped at a certain point.
It seems that Yao Yao insisted on pouring him wine, with Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang supporting him on either side. He held up his glass and shouted, "Another glass, please!" And then, nothing more happened.
When he woke up again, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, making Lin Chen squint.
Lin Chen turned over, his hand touching a warm patch of skin. He squinted and saw Liu Shengxue lying to his left.
Her hair was spread out on the pillow, her face was buried in the crook of his shoulder, her breathing was even, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
The blanket slipped down to below her shoulders, revealing a section of her collarbone.
Lin Chen's hand was on her waist, his palm pressed against her smooth skin.
It felt wonderful to the touch, and Lin Chen instinctively squeezed it.
Liu Shengxue stirred, snuggled closer to Lin Chen, mumbled a phrase in Dongli language, and then fell asleep again.
Lin Chen smiled and turned to look to his right.
Liu Sheng Piaopiao nestled in his arms, curled up like a little wildcat.
Her face was buried under his arm, with only half of her cheek showing, rosy and flushed, as if she had applied rouge.
His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and there was a glistening drool at the corner of his mouth, shining in the sunlight.
Her little hands gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, as if she had suffered a great injustice last night.
Lin Chen's lips twitched.
My gaze passed over Liu Sheng Piao Piao and fell on another person lying on the far side of the bed—Yan Ling Kong Ya.
She lay on her side, the blanket covering her chest, revealing her rounded shoulders.
Her face was flushed, her lips were curved, and her eyelashes fluttered; she was probably having a sweet dream.
Lin Chen wondered: What exactly did I do last night?
But what happened next was even more outrageous.
Lin Chen saw Qing'er lying face down at the foot of the bed, with the blanket only covering her waist and her entire back exposed.
Her hair was spread all over the bed, like a waterfall, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.
Dai'er curled up at the foot of the bed, her whole body huddled together, clutching a pillow in her arms, muttering something under her breath.
Upon closer listening, it sounded like, "Husband... I can't take it anymore..."
Lin Chen's eyelids twitched.
Xi'er leaned against the bedpost, her head tilted to one side, with several red marks on her neck. She slept like a log, her snoring rhythmic.
Su'er and Ling'er were even more ruthless, lying directly on the carpet.
Su'er lay sprawled out to the west, one foot still resting on the tea table.
Ling'er lay on her side, her hand resting on Su'er's stomach. Their hair was intertwined, making it impossible to tell whose hair was whose.
Lin Chen lay there motionless, his mind racing.
What exactly happened last night?
What exactly did I miss?
Lin Chen looked around again. Clothes were scattered all over the ground—skirts, bibs, socks—it looked like a garbage dump.
Liu Shengxue's purple bib hung on the lamp stand, while Qing'er's green bib was draped over the screen.
Xi'er's pink bib was even more outrageous; it was hung on the roof beam, fluttering in the wind like a flag.
Lin Chen tried to recall last night.
Scattered fragments flashed by, as if he was trying to pull off some kind of "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" stunt?
对，想起来了.
He got drunk and slammed his fist on the table, saying, "I'm happy today, let's have a Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea!"
Then a group of people started making a fuss, and then...
And then they actually crossed the sea?
Lin Chen slapped his forehead.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, thinking about it too much will make my back hurt.
He gently removed Liu Shengxue's hand from his body and carefully pried open Liu Sheng Piaopiao's fingers that were clutching the hem of his clothes.
Liu Sheng Piao Piao frowned, grunted, rolled over, and kicked Liu Sheng Xue in the leg.
Liu Shengxue groaned, curled up in the blanket, and went back to sleep.
Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat up.
My lower back is a little sore.
My legs feel a little weak.
My neck is stiff from the injury.
Lin Chen stretched his neck, and his bones cracked twice.
Looking back at the bed, Liu Shengxue, Liu Sheng Piaopiao, Shan Lingkongya, Qing'er, Dai'er, and Xi'er, six women, were lying haphazardly.
The blankets were tangled together, making it impossible to tell whose legs or arms belonged to whom.
Su'er rolled over on the ground, mumbled "Your Highness, please rest," and fell asleep again.
Ling'er snuggled closer to Su'er, like a little pig.
Lin Chen sat on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and thought to himself: Should I review last night again?
As soon as I finished thinking about it, my kidneys started to ache.
Forget it.
Life is of the essence.
This isn't the Eight Immortals crossing the sea; it's the Eight Immortals taking lives.
Lin Chen tiptoed out of bed, picked up his clothes and put them on, then glanced at the mess in the room.
He shook his head and pushed open the door to go out.
The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard.
I took a deep breath, my lungs filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.
Lin Chen stretched his muscles and then began to practice his boxing.
Dragon and Tiger Guiding Exercises are a must-do practice every morning.
The movements were slow, but each move contained hidden power, making the air crackle.
The first time, I broke out in a light sweat.
The second time, my muscles and bones were fully opened, and I felt completely relaxed.
By the third time, I had broken out in a light sweat, my back was no longer sore, my legs were no longer weak, and I felt refreshed.
My neck still hurts a bit.
Even a celestial being can't save you from a stiff neck.
Blue Phoenix peeked out from behind the moon gate.
He glanced at Lin Chen, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"woke up?"
He glanced at Lin Chen, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"woke up?"
Lin Chen withdrew his fist, took the towel she handed him, and wiped his face.
"Um."
Lan Fenghuang handed over another cup of tea, which Lin Chen took and drank.
The temperature is just right, neither too hot nor too cold.
"How did you sleep last night?" Lan Fenghuang asked with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents.
Lin Chen glanced at her: "What do you want to ask?"
Lan Fenghuang raised an eyebrow, drawing out her words: "What I want to ask—you don't know?"
Lin Chen coughed lightly and handed the teacup back to her.
"I'm going to the study."
After saying that, he turned and left, walking as fast as if he were running for his life.
Blue Phoenix burst into laughter behind her, laughing so hard she was shaking.
"Slow down, don't strain your back!"
Lin Chen stumbled and almost fell.
Behind him, Lan Fenghuang's laughter chased after him for a long time.
Lin Chen muttered to himself as he walked:
"What are you laughing at? He's just drunk..."
But they didn't stop; they walked very fast.
They were afraid that Lan Fenghuang would deliver another blow.
He finally understood that this woman was just there to laugh at him.