Chapter 121: An Unfortunate Co-Habitation
However, the girl was quite confident about this concoction.
She, Yang Siqing, the top bartender of the Drunken Pavilion, qualified to have her own independent tavern within the Neon Veil, had repeatedly encountered failures with the woman before her.
She clearly sensed that the other party did not emit any traces of magic power, even after Sumu drank the magically infused beverages each time; this was something that could not be explained no matter how hard she tried.
But this gave Yang Siqing the opportunity to practice those seemingly absurd fantasies, adding various ingredients that the human body could hardly endure—in a sense, this was more in line with her identity as a witch; what she was concocting was already a potion rather than fine wine.
Yet Sumu continued to drink them casually, no matter how peculiar those concoctions appeared; she could swallow them without a change in expression, allowing the burning waves of heat to explode along her taste and pain nerves, spreading throughout her body.
An ordinary person’s body would have triggered a self-protection mechanism and fainted long ago from the inability to endure it, but Sumu, Yang Siqing had never seen any excess expression on her face.
At most, there was a slight flush, which did not indicate much.
The last time Yang Siqing felt such frustration was with that elegant black-haired witch, but that time it was in a dream; this time it was in reality.
Repeatedly defeated by such an extraordinarily ordinary woman, Yang Siqing was naturally unwilling to accept this. Luckily, in the tavern of her dreams, there was a little girl who looked extremely similar to this woman; that girl had terrible alcohol tolerance… no, it couldn’t even be called terrible; she simply lacked the ability to digest alcohol.
In her life, Yang Siqing had never seen anyone who would faint just from sitting long in a tavern and sniffing some alcohol.
So now she was resolute about not selling any alcoholic beverages to that girl, asking her if she was underage, and specifically pointing to Irina.
Speaking of which, could that special little girl have some relation to Sumu?
With many thoughts flashing through her mind, Yang Siqing still fixed her gaze on every movement of Sumu, hoping to see her every reaction after drinking this cup of alcohol.
Breath, heartbeat, expression—if there was even a hint of drunkenness, let me see your more unrestrained side.
Sumu stared blankly at her reflection in the glass, her gentle face rippling in the water waves, making her look at times as if she were smiling and at times as if she were crying, as if she truly had emotions.
Before Yang Siqing could urge her, Sumu picked up the lowball glass and, as usual, downed it in one go, like a cow by the riverside deeply burying its head, merely replenishing fluids.
But after the liquor rolled down her throat, the situation seemed to change.
“How do you feel now?”
This time, she did not receive an immediate response. The bar continued to be noisy, but the atmosphere in this corner became strange during this brief moment of silence.
“… I feel great, really great.”
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It rained lightly tonight; the sound of drizzle could hardly be heard through the layer of window, but Sumu still clearly sensed it.
It was stuffy.
The air felt like a thick glue, unmovable, not a breeze in sight, and within a few minutes, Sumu had broken out in a fine sweat.
She had initially wanted to splurge on the air conditioning, but a few seconds after turning it on, the entire rental house was plunged into darkness with a loud click, and soon after, Ye Wanjing let out a startled cry from the next room.
“What’s going on? Why is my screen black? Hey, don’t tell me I need to double-click to wake it up.”
Ye Wanjing pounded the table, crossing her arms in annoyance.
Though she didn’t know the reason, it was clear that it had tripped.
With the computer on the fritz, Ye Wanjing was unfortunately disconnected. She was feeling quite down; enduring the stifling heat was already torturous enough, and now she was boiling with anger.
“Wooden Mouse, what were you doing outside?”
Hearing the door open, Sumu watched a blurry figure emerge from the room. Her eyes, still adjusting to the dark, could not clearly make out Ye Wanjing’s appearance, only vaguely distinguishing her position.
At this moment, Sumu was still holding the remote control, utterly confused.
She knew the circuit breaker had tripped, but there was nothing she could do about it.
“Didn’t you check the air conditioning when you came to see the place? Why did it trip as soon as it was turned on?”
Upon hearing this, Ye Wanjing’s nose wrinkled in irritation.
“Shut it. I’ve used it so many times, and it’s never had a problem; you touch it, and it breaks…”
She soon realized the problem in her words, and the initially frustrated tone was swallowed back little by little.
“Are you implying that I secretly ran the air conditioning for a long time when you weren’t here?”
Noticing Ye Wanjing’s guilty conscience, Sumu immediately understood, raising an eyebrow to question her, but the primary issue at hand was not this.
“Never mind. Do you know how to fix the breaker? I don’t know how.”
Ye Wanjing quietly looked up. She couldn’t see Sumu’s expression in this darkness, but judging from her tone, it seemed she had let her off the hook, so she quickly adjusted her mood.
“Well, of course, I do. I checked every corner when I inspected the place.”
The two of them fumbled in the dark, arriving at the door where the circuit breaker was above the door frame. Although Ye Wanjing was tall, she still could not reach it with a single stretch of her arm.
“Wooden Mouse, help me get a stool.”
“Okay.”
Sumu placed the stool at the doorway, and Ye Wanjing easily stepped on it, opening the panel of the breaker. However, it was too dark; helplessly, she could only use magic to kindle a small flame at her fingertips, trying to see.
As the sparks ignited, Sumu caught sight of Ye Wanjing at that moment, and almost instantly, her fair face turned crimson in the dim glow.
“Hey, why, why are you not wearing clothes!”
A large expanse of white suddenly appeared before Sumu’s eyes, with only the thin straps covering her, signifying that Ye Wanjing had not truly let herself go.
But just this much was not really shocking to Sumu—such sights were not uncommon in a girls’ dormitory.
However, Ye Wanjing’s proportions were indeed a bit exaggerated, and the point of light at her fingertip allowed shadows to perfectly outline the arc and texture beneath her arms.
“Why are you so surprised? Do you want to scare me? I’m just trying to touch the breaker!”
Ye Wanjing had also been startled by Sumu, almost losing her balance and falling forward, but thankfully, she managed to steady herself by bracing against the wall.
“…… Sorry, but you’re quite rude; we’re still in the same room, you know.”
Sumu gently coughed a few times and then realized that, to be honest, she still habitually regarded herself as one of the boys, and her perspective on things had not changed much—except for certain aspects that Luo Jialan had developed; she could not yet be considered a complete girl.
“On such a hot day, who can stand it? Not everyone can endure wearing furry clothes like you, Wooden Mouse.”
Ye Wanjing said helplessly. Due to the heat, she had already tied her hair up, but Sumu was able to bear letting her long hair hang down, still wearing long-sleeved pajamas; it would be strange if she wasn’t hot.
As she spoke, she continued to fiddle with the circuit breaker; the moment she pulled it down, the surroundings immediately lit up, revealing some areas of Ye Wanjing’s body that had been covered by shadows.
Sumu, who had been tilting her head up, suddenly lowered it, instinctively twitching her nose as she stood at the foot of the chair, only to find Ye Wanjing’s equally appealing figure right in front of her, with those cartoon shorts of a big yellow duck clinging to her waist like a bikini.
“Hey, Wooden Mouse, what’s wrong? Why are you holding your nose?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just feeling a bit hot. I’m going to wash up.”
Sumu hurriedly made her way to the bathroom, pinching her subtly heated nose in front of the mirror. Her mind was filled with the alluring images from earlier, and with that thought, her phantom limbs began to react violently once more.
Not good. Although this girl is silly, her figure is simply too eye-catching. Is it really okay to continue living like this?
