Chương 125: I think Roland is also a fine wine

When Renee came out of the bathroom, Roland was already lying in bed, snoring.

The aftereffects of tree honey wine are beyond imagination.

It's like a cocktail on Earth; it tastes like a beverage, but it's incredibly intoxicating.

After taking a hot bath, I lay in soft bedding.

Roland drifted off to sleep.

The fairy tale book that was originally chosen for Renee fell onto her stomach, and the pages were creased.

Seeing this, Renee tiptoed onto the bed and came to Roland's side.

She first reached out and picked up the boring fairy tale book, then tried to push Roland.

"Sister Roland, wake up! You promised to lull me to sleep."

Roland didn't respond at all, sleeping like a log.

The air they exhaled carried a strong smell of alcohol, which mixed with their body odor to create a unique perfume scent.

A bold idea came to Renee's mind.

She started testing non-stop.

One moment he was nudging Roland, the next he was whispering in her ear, and then he was pinching her fluffy fox tail.

Roland didn't react at all, and even rolled over comfortably.

Seeing this, Renee became bolder.

Crawling to Roland's feet, she reached out her little hand to grab Roland's ankle, and with her other hand, she reached towards the sole of her foot.

Scratch, scratch.

It scratched meowing.

Roland was still fast asleep, just like that night when she was so drunk she was completely unconscious.

Once Renee was sure it was safe, she crawled back to Roland's side and turned Roland over again so that she was face up.

Roland lay sprawled out, snoring softly, seemingly dreaming of something wonderful, which made Tang drool.

Glistening saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, leaving a winding, wet trail.

Her delicate lips appeared even more vibrant, constantly captivating Renee's heart.

She couldn't help but think that the stupid succubus, Yang Meimei, must have forcibly kissed Roland.

Anger welled up in his heart, and evil thoughts arose in his mind.

With a wave of her hand, she pulled out a breeding guide from her low-end spatial ring.

Then he summoned the mage's hand and held it in mid-air, turning the pages as he read.

"What kind of kiss can awaken a girl's dormant love... Oh, I see, you have to stick out your tongue."

"Wow, this description is really exciting! I'll give it a try right now!"

Five minutes later.

Renee sat up abruptly, her face flushed.

"Phew... I must have wasted eight hundred years of my life, this is actually so exciting!"

A spark seemed to ignite in her eyes; she wished she could immediately regain her original form, drink a vial of magic potion, and equip herself with the tools for her crime.

Unfortunately, it was all just wishful thinking.

Sigh... Miss Roland is just too gorgeous.

Her gaze began to move to Roland's front; the thin nightgown could not conceal her breasts, the ripe fruit awaiting the old farmer's harvest.

……

A long time has passed.

A few rays of sunlight shone through the snowflakes outside the window, illuminating the carpet in the room.

Roland slowly woke up, feeling a slight heaviness in her chest.

Looking down, he saw Renee nestled in his arms, using the fluffy fox tail as a pillow, fast asleep.

She remembered.

Yesterday I had tree mead with Ms. Tree and promised to tell Renee a bedtime story.

As a result, the alcohol took effect and he fell asleep first.

Judging from the state of the bedding, it was probably Renee who tidied it up for her and then covered her with it.

Oh my, what a thoughtful little Renee.

Roland sighed inwardly and reached out to touch Renee's hair.

We need to praise Renee.

She moved the sleeping Renee to the side, sat up straight, and stretched.

Then, to my surprise, I found that the tightness in my chest had lessened considerably.

It's like drinking [Elf Dragon Blood Brew], it makes you feel like all your stress is gone.

She immediately thought of the fine wine that Ms. Shu had provided.

As expected of the most powerful Harvest Tree Spirit, this homemade wine is no ordinary product!

Roland imagined the brewing process among the tree canopy, a scene straight out of a fairy tale, which elevated her opinion of tree honey wine to a whole new level.

It tastes good and looks beautiful; I'll definitely drink it again next time I have the chance!

Roland was overjoyed and, controlling her fox tail, began to brush the tip of her tail fur against Renee's nose.

"Rennie, wake up, it's time for work."

"Ugh... Achoo!"

Renee sneezed cutely, rubbed her eyes, and got up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Roland wearing a thin nightgown that clung to her body curves, revealing her amazing figure.

She snapped out of her daze and gave a silly smile.

"Hehehe, good morning, Miss Roland."

Roland was filled with affection for its adorable clumsiness and hugged it tightly.

"Rene is so cute, let me rub your head~"

"By the way, thank you for making my bed yesterday. I was a bit drunk and accidentally fell asleep."

Upon hearing this, Renee secretly glanced at Roland's chest, her smile carrying an ambiguous meaning.

"Oh, not at all, I should be thanking Sister Roland!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Roland turned her head and called out, "Please come in."

Nightingale, dressed as a maid, entered carrying a sumptuous breakfast in one hand, her steps exuding the elegance unique to dark elves.

"Good morning, Miss Roland. It's time to get up."

Her eyes were filled with confidence and anticipation, but when she saw Renée, they turned into confusion and shock.

"What's Renee doing here?!"

Roland had guessed that Nightingale would ask this question, so she grabbed Renee under her armpits and lifted her up like a small animal.

"Yesterday Renee wanted a late-night snack, so I just brought some back to sleep with her."

Roland briefly explained what had happened last night to Nightingale.

The nightingale quickly withdrew her doubtful gaze, replaced by a barely perceptible envy in her eyes.

She couldn't help but pat Renee's head as a reward.

This time, thanks to the quick-witted Renée, Roland was saved from the Tree Lady's clutches.

The tree spirit upstairs has a history of such behavior; it got Roland drunk once before, and who knows if it ever took advantage of her!

Feeling a little guilty after being touched, Renee tried her best to maintain a natural expression and jumped out of bed to start washing up.

……

It was morning.

As usual, Roland sat at her desk, dressed in the clothes Nightingale had chosen for her.

Today's outfit consists of a puff-sleeved blouse and short trousers, paired with white stockings and stiletto heels.

Although it's still women's clothing, it's unusual that it's not a skirt.

This put Roland in a good mood, giving her a sense of renewed strength.

After writing for two minutes, she stopped writing with her quill pen and turned to look at the nightingale beside her.

"Nightingale, do you know where to find experienced farmers who know how to farm?"

The nightingale paused for a moment, then answered.

"They're everywhere in our neighborhood; most people grow cabbages in their fields."

She looked at Roland with a puzzled expression and spoke somewhat reluctantly.

"If we're really talking about farming, Ms. Shu upstairs knows best. Didn't you have drinks with her yesterday?"

Roland's lips twitched; why did those words seem so sour?

She explained.

"Miss Shu has to manage the residential area and the greenhouse, so we can't push her too hard."

"Moreover, if Miss Tree were to manage this composting plant, she might go berserk."

Roland smiled, recalling how angry Ms. Tree looked when they discussed manure.

If Ms. Shu were to be in charge of cleaning up the latrines, she might think she was being difficult and start hitting people again.

The nightingale didn't understand what Roland meant and tilted its head.

"You mean... a composting plant?"

"Yes, it's a composting plant."

Roland nodded, held up the paper in her hand, and presented it to Nightingale, introducing it in a strange tone.

"Yes, I'll have to hire a bunch of people to carry out poop."