I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

Seeing Xian Qianling leaning in, you naturally reached out and whispered in her ear.

While speaking, you couldn’t help but take a few extra glances at Xian Qianling’s delicate little crescent-shaped ears. This was also your first such close conversation since the intimate contact in the Witch God Cave.

At an angle you couldn’t see, Xian Qianling’s hands were clenched tightly. The warmth of your breath as you spoke made her body tingle, as if every inch of her skin had been kissed by your lips, turning her body a soft, flushed pink. She also bit her teeth tightly to keep from making any sounds of embarrassment.

When you finished outlining the plan and looked up, you found Xian Qianling as if she had just bathed and changed, her face flushed, her skin exhibiting the unique tenderness of a young girl, as if a light pinch could squeeze out plenty of water.

"What’s wrong with you?"

You looked at her with slight surprise, and she, without saying a word, shot you a glance that you couldn’t read, then sat back down and said in a lowered voice, "Since that’s the case, you should go to pay a New Year’s visit to my grandfather tonight. By the way, Grandfather is there too; my grandpa has brought him over. Now the two of them are playing together like old kids."

Leaving aside the bond between Xian Qianling’s grandfather and your late grandfather as comrades-at-arms, the fact that Grandfather was at her house meant you had to visit. After all, you held the centenarian in high regard.

Since you were visiting the elders, gifts were naturally indispensable.

However, Xian Qianling’s grandfather was once a military commander, and he had likely drunk more types of alcohol than you had water, so ordinary wine wouldn’t suffice.

So, you had to brew the wine yourself.