Xia Ziyuan slowly raised her head but saw Feng Wuxian in a daze, and his appearance looked silly and a little cute.

So Xia Ziyuan reached out to get the wine slowly, and then poured another glass for Feng Wuxie, she curled the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly: "Drink, why don't you drink?"

Feng Wuxian smiled bitterly, waved his hand again and again, and said, "Purple kite, don't drink it, you're drunk." ”

Hearing this, Xia Ziyuan frowned slightly, and then slapped the table and said, "Nonsense, I'm not drunk, you drink quickly, if you don't drink, you won't give me face!"

After saying this, he instantly poured a sip of the wine in his cup, and Feng Wuxian was extremely surprised to see it.

How did this style change so quickly?

When he wasn't drunk just now, he didn't say he was drunk, but now he is obviously drunk but he says he is not drunk, it seems that this Xia Zikite can't escape the law of drunkenness.

When Xia Ziyuan's gaze swept over, Feng Wuxian hurriedly pretended to pick up the empty cup in his hand and pretended to drink it all, but Xia Ziyuan sneered, and his gaze fell on his cup so directly.

She just didn't say a word, staring straight at Feng Wuxie, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, making Feng Wuxian have the illusion that Xia Ziqi was not drunk at all.

So he had no choice but to pinch his nose, stretched out his hand and trembled to pick up the wine jug and pour himself a glass, and then drank the wine in the cup with tears under Xia Ziyuan's cold gaze.

After Feng Wuxian obediently drank it, Xia Ziyuan suddenly bloomed a smile, and Feng Wuxian was stunned for a moment.

But soon the thing that made him aggrieved came again, Xia Ziyuan picked up the wine jug again and began to pour wine for the two of them, Feng Wuxian was a little crying and laughing at this moment.

Sure enough, it's easy to please God and difficult to send God, is this Xia Zikite serious?

He can't drink anymore, and if he drinks again, he'll be really drunk.

Knowing this, he shouldn't have questioned Xia Ziyuan just now, and see what kind of situation he has fallen into now?

Seeing Xia Ziyuan pick up the wine jug again, as well as a few wine jars on the ground, Feng Wuxian wanted to cry a little without tears, what kind of wind did he smoke to make Xiao Er send so much wine?

It's all about digging a hole for yourself!

After drinking a few more glasses, Feng Wuxian waved his hand again and again, looking like he was overwhelmed by alcohol, but Xia Ziyuan sneered and came over with a punch.

Feng Wuxian was defenseless, and he was directly coughed by a punch, he looked at Xia Ziyuan in disbelief, and said in his heart: No, is this girl so fierce?

"If you don't drink it, you won't give me face!" Xia Ziyuan swayed and handed over the wine glass again.

Feng Wuxian instantly felt a headache when he saw the full wine glass, he couldn't let Xia Ziyuan continue to mess around like this, if he knew that Xia Ziyuan was so unrelenting after being drunk, he would definitely not persuade that glass of wine.

Feng Wuxian can't wait to chop off his claws at this moment, it's really cheap.

"Purple Kite, you see it's getting late, why don't I help you go back to rest?"

Feng Wuxian asked cautiously tentatively.

At this moment, Xia Ziyuan was already very drunk, her whole face was red, even her white fingers were faintly red at the moment, and Feng Wuxie's throat was dry for a while.

In fact, Xia Ziyuan is still very gentle and lovely, but because of her relatively fierce style on weekdays, Feng Wuxian ignored her appearance for a while.

However, at this moment, looking at the beauty under the moon always has a different flavor, and Feng Wuxian has to admit that Xia Zikite is still very good-looking.

Seeing Xia Ziyuan staring at him with a confused expression, he smiled slightly and was about to reach over to help her, but Xia Ziyuan grabbed his hand.

Then he smiled stupidly at him, Feng Wuxian was stunned, and he didn't withdraw his hand for the first time, but the next second it was tragic.

Xia Ziyuan pulled violently, and forcibly dragged Feng Wuxie across the table to her, and at that moment, Feng Wuxian was pulled and wanted to die.

I never expected that he would be dragged by a weak woman, Xia Ziyuan, are you King Kong Barbie?

Do you want to be so tough?

Will you marry out in the future with such a barbaric appearance?

Feng Wuxian said that he was inexplicably a little worried.

"I don't want you to help, I'm not drunk, you see. ”

After pulling Feng Wuxian in front of her, Xia Ziyuan got up slowly, and in order to prove to Feng Wuxian that she was not drunk, she also shook her head and turned around.

"Okay, you're not drunk, so can you hold me up?

Feng Wuxian was also speechless, he was swaying like this, and he kept saying that he was not drunk?

Xia Zi Kite is really no one like this.

"Good. ”

After Xia Ziyuan listened to Feng Wuxie's words, her slender brows furrowed slightly, as if she had made a major determination, and then nodded firmly towards Feng Wuxie.

When Feng Wuxian saw it, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly sent his arm over, as long as he could coax Xia Ziyuan back to rest, it didn't matter if he suffered a loss.

Just as Xia Ziyuan stretched out his hand to support him, Feng Wuxian felt that Xia Ziyuan's expression was a little weird, but he didn't understand what was wrong with Xia Ziyuan, so he would show such an expression.

After the two of them walked a few steps, Feng Wuxian suddenly realized, was their direction a little wrong?

Why did Xia Zikite help him and walk towards his bed?

Isn't it supposed to go to her room?

Feng Wuxian felt that Xia Zi Kite might not have understood what he meant, meaning that he immediately stopped and said, "Purple Kite, the direction is wrong, we should go to your room now, not me, understand?"

After hearing this, Xia Ziqi, who was holding Feng Wuxie, glanced at Feng Wuxian strangely, and then the flush on his face seemed to be heavier, but Feng Wuxian didn't notice it at all.

After all, at this moment, Xia Zikite's face was already full of crimson, obviously because she had drunk too much wine on her face.

Xia Ziyuan didn't answer him, and after a short struggle, she continued to walk towards his bed behind the screen.

Feng Wuxian hurriedly grabbed her and explained again: "Wrong, wrong, wrong direction!"

After hearing this, Xia Ziyuan's eyes suddenly widened, and she glared directly at Feng Wuxie: "You want to sleep with me?"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Wuxian felt a mouthful of old blood spurting wildly, when did he mean this?

Is this Xia Zi Kite serious?

What is the way to flirt with a young boy from a good family so bluntly?

He's not the kind of casual person, right?

"Purple Kite, you ...... by mistake"

Syllable!

A loud and crisp slap sounded, Feng Wuxian covered his cheeks in shock, and looked at Xia Ziyuan with a look of disbelief.

If it weren't for this slap coming so unguarded, he couldn't believe that he was slapped by a little girl?

Faced with such a handsome face that shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods, how did she manage it?