Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf-Chapter 492

Lin Zhanyuan nodded in agreement with a serious look on his face, “You can eat flowers! I will pick flowers for my sister to eat!”

So, Lin Feilu received a handful of wild flowers.

She wasn’t able to eat the wild boar, but domestic poultry was pretty good too. The seniors of the sect have prepared everything. The vegetables, fruits and meats have been cut into different categories and placed on the shelves. Lin Feilu personally mixed several pots of barbecue sauce. Although it lacked some cumin flavour, it still tasted good overall.

It was getting dark, so a huge bonfire was lit on the martial arts field. The flames shot straight up to the sky, illuminating the winter night warmly and brightly.

Lin Feilu had secretly planned with Yan Xin previously and found some other disciples to rehearse the show. Naturally, she couldn’t sing and dance, but having a dozen people standing in a square formation and performing the Thousand Blade Sword Technique was still very interesting.

No one had ever experienced a New Year like this. Not only did they have barbecues and drinks, but they also watched performances. They drank till the late of night and had fun, some even taking the initiative to perform impromptu.

Lin Ting was also pushed out to the stage by Lin Feilu and played a flute while everyone cheered. The calm sound of the flute rang out, just like the pure land that everyone still retained in their hearts.

Lin Feilu drank a few glasses of alcohol and roasted some meat by the bonfire with rosy cheeks. She noticed that Song Jinglan’s hand was a little cold, so she took his hand and put it on her face. She asked him with a smile, “Is it warm?”

Her skin was so tender that every time he exerted force, there would be a red mark on it. There were many calluses on his palms, and he placed them against her cheeks without moving. He only raised his thumbs slightly and stroked her thick eyelashes, “It’s warm. How many drinks have you had?”

Lin Feilu thought for a while before she stretched out her hand to show three fingers, answering, “Four cups!”

Song Jinglan held back his smile, “And how many more drinks can you have?”

Lin Feilu was very arrogant, “Don’t you know that I have a nickname— Qian Bei Bu Zui(2)!” She puffed up her cheeks under Song Jinglan’s smiling expression, “Don’t you believe me?”

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(T/N: The name translates to ‘even a thousand cups won’t make me drunk’)

Song Jinglan said, “I believe you.”

Lin Feilu was reluctant, “The 3 words ‘I doubt it’ are clearly written on your face! No, I have to prove it to you!”

She let go of his hand and ran to pour even more wine.

Yan Xin said bluntly from the side, “She is already drunk.”

Lin Feilu, who was drunk without realising it herself, drank three more glasses of wine before she passed out completely. She fell into Song Jinglan’s arms and moaned while tugging on his collar.

He chuckled and repeated, “Qian Bei Bu Zui?”

Even though she was drunk, she instinctively reacted to refute him and said angrily, “It’s the wine here that’s not working for me! I won’t get drunk by a thousand cups of cocktails!”

Many people were already drunk by the bonfire, but no one went back to sleep because everyone had agreed to stay together. The disciples kept adding firewood to the fire, so the bonfire burned bigger and bigger, making their surroundings very hot. In addition, they all drank a lot of wine, so the cold was the last thing that bothered them.