Chapter 41: Doing Some Excessive Things

Wuming and Serena each carried a large bag of snacks as they returned home.

The bags felt heavy in their hands.

Besides snacks, Wuming had bought plenty of beverages and alcohol, with all sorts of liquor making up the majority.

Cocktails, beer… If the supermarket carried it, Wuming bought several bottles to try.

The bottles clinked and rattled inside the bags.

And all this alcohol was prepared solely for Wuming.

Wine-Swallowing Wuming.

Just from the name alone, it was clear he had an immense capacity.

For Wuming, drinking for three days and three nights straight was nothing more than a trifle.

“I didn’t expect you to drink alcohol, Wuming…” Serena couldn’t help but feel surprised.

In her impression, she had thought Wuming was the type who never touched a drop.

Speaking for herself, Serena drank a little as well.

But the alcohol she consumed required some processing.

Compared to Wuming, it wasn’t worth mentioning at all.

With her tolerance, she couldn’t even last through several rounds of toasting.

“Of course I drink,” Wuming said with a laugh.

“But compared to these, I much prefer the homemade liquor from my hometown.

Now that’s what I call authentic and delicious.”

If his mom were still home, and Wuming wanted that hometown brew, Youming would go fetch it without hesitation.

Unfortunately, she was out traveling right now.

The hometown liquor tasted sweet upon entry, not strong at all.

A few glasses down and you would barely feel anything.

However, that was exactly what made it so terrifying!

After drinking, your whole body would feel warm and you’d want some cool breeze.

But once that breeze hit, your vision would black out.

The next morning, you’d inevitably find yourself passed out drunk in some field.

Yet the mere thought of that sweet taste always made one want to drink it again.

One could only secretly remind oneself to be more careful next time.

“You wouldn’t… smoke as well, would you?” Serena asked tentatively.

“Of course not!” Wuming immediately denied.

“What’s good about smoking that stuff?

Drinking more alcohol is way more refreshing.”

He accepted any kind of liquor, foreign or otherwise, but it was time for a change of pace.

He hadn’t tried the stuff from Russia yet.

He could give it a taste, especially that Water of Life!

“…”

His words were filled with his clear preference for alcohol, making Serena curious about how many years Wuming had been drinking.

“So Wuming, how long have you been drinking for?”

“Hm, since I was little,” Wuming replied casually.

He remembered when he was four, he had crawled into the wine jar at home to steal drinks, downing his fill of rice wine.

Of course, the aftermath was a thorough “mixed doubles” beating from mom and dad.

His grandma had even praised him, saying this kid had a great alcohol tolerance from a young age.

After stuffing all the purchased alcohol and drinks into the refrigerator, Wuming took out a can of chilled beer and sank comfortably into the sofa.

Pop.

Glug glug glug!

Hah—!!!

The cute loli-like Wuming on the sofa let out a satisfied sigh laced with a childish, milky tone.

His face was written with pure contentment.

“Nothing beats cracking open a beer after getting tired out.”

Serena sat down right beside him.

She picked up a blood bag, skillfully tore open a corner, and elegantly sipped the ice-cold blood fresh from the fridge.

A satisfied smile spread across her face.

Nothing felt happier than enjoying a blood bag after a walk!

However… Serena thought for a moment.

When she had gone to grab the blood bag earlier, she noticed their home stock was nearly empty.

She needed to remind Wuming to restock.

“Hey Wuming, our blood bags are almost all gone.”

Serena said with the blood bag still in her mouth, her voice muffled.

“You have the face to say that…”

Wuming gave her a speechless glance.

He had thought these blood bags would last at least a month or even longer.

He hadn’t expected them to run low in less than two weeks.

Although Crosti’s visit and the recent events had consumed quite a few, thinking about the thousand yuan that vanished so quickly still made his heart ache.

He had thought blood clan members were easy to keep.

This expense was really something…

“Can’t you control the amount a bit?

Drinking this fast—you don’t feel any heartache at all, huh.”

“I can’t help it,” Serena grumbled somewhat aggrievedly.

“Besides blood, I can’t eat anything else.

I really envy Crosti.

She can eat and drink everything…”

Her tone was filled with unconcealed yearning.

The benefits of being mixed-blood seemed so wonderful in this moment.

If possible, Serena wouldn’t want to be a pureblood blood clan either.

“Looks like I need to find some time for Crosti to help buy blood.” 

Wuming made a mental note.

Serena held the now-empty flattened blood bag in her mouth and quietly watched Wuming as he checked his phone, arranging appointments for tomorrow’s patients and confirming treatment times.

“…”

After finishing the blood bag, Serena casually tossed it into the trash.

Then her body suddenly leaned over as she pillowed her head between Wuming’s thigh and lower abdomen.

Phew—

She shifted her head, her soft hair rubbing against Wuming’s skin.

“Such plump thighs~ Wuming.”

She sighed in satisfaction.

“So comfortable~”

“Seriously, what are you doing…” 

Wuming was startled by her sudden action but quickly steadied himself.

It seemed he was gradually developing some “resistance” to this kind of intimate behavior.

It’s just a loli pillowing on my leg. What’s there to panic about…

Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!

Even though he thought so in his mind, the heart in his chest beat faster uncontrollably.

Being nestled against by another girl like this, that intimate feeling still made Wuming’s heartbeat difficult to calm.

“I just want to pillow on Wuming’s lap while watching TV.

Is that not okay?” Serena said matter-of-factly.

“But I’m working.”

“You don’t need to move your legs,” Serena argued.

She pressed even closer until her cheek completely felt the warm skin of Wuming’s abdomen before stopping.

“You’re just tapping on your phone anyway.

Let me pillow for a while.

What’s the problem?” 

Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness.

“So comfortable~”

“Stop disturbing my work already…” 

Wuming complained verbally, but he didn’t push her away.

He let Serena rest her head on his leg and continued working on his phone.

Finally finished, Wuming turned off his phone screen and looked down.

His gaze first fell on Serena’s small face as she stared intently at the TV.

Then, involuntarily, it moved to her delicate, pointed ears.

“…”

Somehow, Wuming’s hand seemed to have a will of its own as it gently reached toward the tip of Serena’s ear.

The moment his fingertip touched that sensitive skin, Serena flinched as if shocked by electricity.

She sat up immediately with a flushed face and tightly covered her burning ears with both hands.

“Wuming you…!” 

She was a mix of shock and shame.

“Wait a moment, Serena.”

Wuming stood up, fetched a bag of cotton swabs, sat back on the sofa, and deliberately patted his own thigh in silent invitation.

“Want some, Serena?” 

His voice carried a trace of an undetectable smile.

“…”

Of course Serena couldn’t resist the invitation.

She lay back down on Wuming’s soft thigh once again.

“…What do you want to do, Wuming?” 

Her voice held some confusion.

Wuming being this proactive in inviting her definitely meant he had other intentions.

She didn’t believe he would invite her so actively otherwise.

So what was the price?

“Me? I don’t want to do anything special.”

Wuming put on an innocent face, but his body slowly leaned down, bringing his lips close to Serena’s ear.

That warm breath, carrying his unique scent, gently brushed over Serena’s sensitive earlobe.

Wuming whispered softly to her.

“Let me clean your ear canals for you, Serena.”

This idea had occurred to Wuming earlier while watching her pillow on his lap.

Since she liked it so much, he might as well… do something caring while he was at it.

“Is it okay, Serena?”