This was the first time the two had drunk together alone, and the first time Qin Chuan had brought out his own precious dew wine.
This wine was brewed from the dew of thousand-year-old plum blossoms, incredibly precious, and had been kept hidden away.
Among Qin Chuan's stored wines, precious dew wine was the rarest. Plum blossom wine and tiger bone wine were simpler to brew, as plum blossoms and tiger bones were easy to find.
But the precious dew from thousand-year-old plum blossoms required for precious dew wine was very difficult to collect, hence the limited quantity, but its flavor was even more precious than plum blossom wine.
This woman's constitution and temperament were most suited to this kind of wine; Qin Chuan felt she would definitely like it.
"Come, try it. It's wine I brewed myself; I'm sure you'll like it." Qin Chuan poured her a glass.
The white jade glass held the clear precious dew wine, its faint, melancholic fragrance refreshing and invigorating, directly entering the lungs, making one feel incredibly cool.
It was a feeling, very comfortable, nostalgic, and intoxicating. However, Qin Chuan had already surprised her many times, so while she was surprised, she didn't express anything.
This time, however, she drank quite a bit. She finished half a small jar, while Qin Chuan, though not drunk from the wine, was already intoxicated by the sight of her drinking.
Qin Chuan even wondered if his resistance was weak, but then thought it wasn't. He hadn't had any special thoughts about her yet.
This wasn't hypocrisy; he had women, some no less beautiful than this one. What he was pursuing now was an indescribable feeling.
"Have you looked enough…?" the woman glared at Qin Chuan, annoyed.
From the moment they started drinking, Qin Chuan had been staring at the woman. Every part of her was beautiful. Beautiful scenery is captivating, and for a man, no scenery can compare to a beautiful woman.
A beautiful woman is also scenery, possessing the effect of real scenery, and offering experiences and spiritual feelings that scenery cannot replace.
The world has yin and yang, and people are divided into men and women—this is instinct. Heaven and earth, yin and yang, the beginning of all things—this is sacred, even the ultimate pursuit.
To drink the best wine with the best and most beautiful woman by one's side—what more could one ask for in life?
"No, it's no loss to look. Besides, I'm looking at you because you're good-looking. Shouldn't being looked at be something to be happy about?" Qin Chuan smiled as he finished his last sip of wine.
"You're so glib, I knew you weren't a good person," the woman said softly.
"Our meeting, our acquaintance, our growing understanding—this is a great destiny. Think about it, how many people like this do you meet in your life? Don't you think you should cherish it?"
"What are you trying to say?" the woman said irritably.
"Love is sacred, romantic, and joyful. Don't you want to experience love? Perhaps it can elevate your spirit, make you ascend to heaven..."
"Stop, nonsense! So many people are in love, how many have you seen achieve such a state of spiritual ascension?" the woman said, looking at Qin Chuan speechlessly.
"Others may not be able to, but perhaps you can. You've never been in love," Qin Chuan laughed.
"Who said I haven't..." the woman blushed, a little guilty.
She wasn't young, but at this level, age didn't matter. Even if you were young, you were still considered old. The woman was actually quite young, but still a bit older than Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan was already in his sixties or seventies, but at this level, even a hundred-year-old was considered young, or even two or three hundred years old, depending on one's cultivation level.
For ordinary people, sixty or seventy was old; after the initial infatuation, sixty was only considered middle age, not even middle age. The stronger one was, the better their physical functions, and the younger they appeared.
Good health, good functions, and a high perspective, coupled with a certain degree of youthfulness due to cultivation, made one truly young.
Qin Chuan was taken aback. This fairy-like figure had become vain. Did she feel ashamed for never having been in a relationship?
After all, she was getting older. Actually, it wasn't shameful for a
woman, especially a beautiful one, to have been in a relationship. "You're a blank slate, what relationship have you ever had? You don't need to lie about that. Do you even know what love feels like?" Qin Chuan found it amusing.
"Stop, I don't want to discuss this..."
"Don't you think this is a kind of experience? You can tell me now. Who else can you talk to besides me? You never intended to date or get married."
"What do you want to say?" The woman sighed, realizing she had no way to deal with Qin Chuan.
"I like you!" Qin Chuan said with a smile.
"Be serious!" the woman said angrily.
"I like you, I like you very much, I want to hold you in the palm of my hand and cherish you," Qin Chuan said gently, extending his hand .
The woman was truly torn between two conflicting emotions.
She was a normal woman, but she had forgotten about romantic feelings between men and women. She had unintentionally grasped Qin Chuan's hand, and from that moment on, a crack was opened in her heart.
The more tightly it was usually sealed, the sooner it would burst open, even if it was very small, like a river bursting its banks, completely uncontrollable.
The woman was in that situation. She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, a normal woman, and naturally, she also yearned for beautiful love. However, in this world, she held the highest position.
She was, in fact, the empress of this world.
No one was worthy of her until Qin Chuan appeared. Qin Chuan had a good temperament and talent, and after getting to know him, they gradually became able to communicate well.
Communication is the prerequisite for everything. After all, without communication, one cannot discover the other's strengths.
Familiarity makes everything better, and one can be more tolerant. It feels like fate, and most people cannot refuse fate.
However, the most important thing for a woman is that a crack has been opened in her heart. Of course, this crack needs a destined person to open it; otherwise, it wouldn't have been Qin Chuan's turn to do so.
"The beauty of life lies in trying new things. If you never experience a deeply unforgettable love in your life, no matter how successful you are or how high you climb, you won't feel that your life is complete," Qin Chuan said with a smile.
The woman slowly placed her hand in Qin Chuan's: "I only have one condition: don't break up with me. If you want to leave, you don't need to tell me; just leave."
"Okay, you too. But you can tell me, and I'll let you go. But no matter what, you'll always be the person I love. For you, I can stand against the world." Qin Chuan tightened his grip on her hand.
"Is this love?" The woman looked at Qin Chuan with a bewildered expression.
This aloof fairy-like woman's adorable expression made Qin Chuan pause, unable to resist reaching out to gently stroke her straight, delicate nose.
"Love cannot be expressed in words; it can only be felt." Qin Chuan tightened his grip on her hand and gently pulled her closer.
The woman was slightly startled, her body unsteady, and she leaned against Qin Chuan's chest, one of her slender hands supporting her on his shoulder.