Chapter 15: Cricket and Two Bottles of Red Wine

“Fellow villager?”

Red’s expression showed a hint of surprise.

“I thought Miss Litt, you were a local.”

“Not really…”

Litt wiped the sweat from her brow, forcing a smile.

“It’s just because of work that I’ve been staying in this place for so long.”

Litt knew that from Red’s perspective, she was a newcomer to Yeming Town.

But come to think of it, an outsider who just arrived and immediately bought a house—something about that didn’t quite add up!

“Is it a directive from the Church?”

“Yes, yes. Our White Church is small, so having a rooted place helps us recruit more believers.”

“By that logic, Miss Litt, your position in the White Church must be rather high.”

“…Not really, not really, I’m just an ordinary nun,” Litt said cautiously, not wanting Red to pry further on this topic.

To change the subject, she picked up a rib and said, “No need to talk about work stuff. Let’s eat.”

“Alright.”

Though Litt’s face showed no sign of change, Red still sensed a trace of nervousness beneath her calm exterior.

A little strange…

Could it be related to Church secrets?

Or maybe her true identity was something she couldn’t reveal?

“By the way, weren’t you looking for a job? I can help you check later. Even though I just got here, I have some connections.”

To keep Red from digging into her affairs and to maintain some dignity, Litt said this.

But the topic really shouldn’t linger here, so she pulled out two bottles of Red Wine from under the table.

“I have two bottles of treasured Red Wine here. Want some?”

Only drunk people wouldn’t overthink things.

“I don’t mind, but Miss Litt, as a nun, are you allowed to drink?”

“Of course. The Lord doesn’t mind these things.”

Litt poured herself a glass and then filled Red’s.

Although she hadn’t drunk much in this life, her alcohol tolerance had been impressive in her previous life.

She wasn’t convinced that two bottles of Red Wine could bring her down.

Raising her glass with a bright smile, she said,

“Toasting!”

***

Half an hour later.

While drinking the two bottles, there wasn’t much feeling at first, but once the aftereffects kicked in, even Red found it a bit much.

Litt on the other hand was a different story.

Her eyes were blurry, her cheeks flushed all the way to her ears, and she swayed unsteadily, barely able to stand.

“Red… you… you have two, huh?”

She was thoroughly drunk.

“Hic”

Litt seemed to read Red’s gaze, raising her now-empty glass:

“I’m not… drunk… two bottles of Red Wine… I used to be able to drink… hic…”

She completely lost her words.

“I told you to drink less.”

The quality of the wine was excellent, sweet and smooth, drinking like fruit juice, but the alcohol content was no joke.

The aftereffects were as strong as Baijiu.

Now, how to deal with this tipsy white nun?

Red scratched his head.

Normally, she was as warm as the Sun, but drunk, she came across as a bit silly.

“I… can still drink…”

“Alright, alright, the wine’s gone,”

Red said helplessly.

“Which room is yours?”

“…”

No response.

With no choice, Red stood up and gently tapped the girl’s cheek.

“Wake up.”

“…”

Still no response.

“Alright then, sorry for the trouble.”

Red lifted Litt into his arms.

Her body was light and soft.

From the side, her flushed face looked incredibly cute.

Just looking at her made Red’s heart beat faster.

The house wasn’t large—just two floors.

Searching room by room, he soon found Litt’s bedroom.

Her room was impeccably tidy, the sheets folded neatly as if no one had ever lived there.

Red had been in other women’s rooms before—people tended to relax at home, and messy rooms were common.

But Litt… with her angelic nature, such orderliness was expected.

Perhaps that was his first impression.

A faint, fresh floral scent lingered in the air, barely noticeable but pleasant.

The bed’s main color was a soft off-white, looking extremely comfortable.

Red gently placed the unconscious Litt on the overly tidy bed.

As soon as she touched the bed, she curled up like a kitten, then squirmed uncomfortably.

“So hot…”

Feeling flushed after drinking was normal, especially since Litt was still in her Nun Dress and must have been unbearably hot.

She curled her legs drowsily and tugged at her clothes, seemingly trying to cool down.

From Red’s perspective, the white stockings with the suspender straps… were quite a sight.

Especially paired with Litt’s delicate and adorable face, it was hard to look away.

“Ugh…”

Sleeping in stockings didn’t feel great—probably too tight.

Litt scratched her thigh, which lifted the bottom part of her Nun Dress, faintly revealing the lovely scenery below.

“No peeking, no peeking…”

Red turned away silently.

If he kept looking, he doubted he could remain rational.

“Make some sobering-up tea. Seeing how drunk she is, she’ll probably have a killer headache tomorrow.”

Red closed the bedroom door and returned to the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

Once he left, Litt, who should have been fast asleep, slowly opened her eyes.

Supporting herself up, she looked toward the door, her gentle and kind expression gone, replaced by a slightly teasing smile.

“As expected… still that lustful yet timid little Chu Nan.”

“Eyes glued to my legs… and you don’t even have the guts to make a move…”

She lay back down, mumbling softly.

“Just… my alcohol tolerance is terrible…”

No more drinking next time.

Luckily it was Red—if it were someone else, she probably would have been put in eighteen different poses tonight.

***

One night later.

Red sat up on the sofa, stifling a yawn.

He had wanted to find a proper room to sleep in, but since the other rooms were empty, the sofa was the most practical option.

Speaking of which… where did this blanket on him come from?

Red looked at the blanket, noting a faint, clean fragrance similar to the scent in Litt’s room.

Turning his head, he saw a girl busy in the kitchen.

The sobering-up tea he had prepared for Litt had been on the table but was now gone.

Only a washed cup sat quietly on a nearby shelf.

Looking again into the kitchen, Litt without her Nun Dress gave off a completely different vibe.

To describe it… more like a married woman?

Too bad her legs were bare—white stockings would have been even better…

Black stockings would do too.

“You’re awake?”

Just as Red’s thoughts wandered, Litt came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of Pidan Pork Congee.

Placing it on the table, she blushed slightly and said shyly,

“Red, it’s not good to keep staring at other people’s thighs. Or… are you a foot fetishist?”

Red immediately straightened up.

“How do you know… are you saying I’m that kind of person?”