"Zhuo Song, what are you talking about, is this it?" Yao Rong was stunned, looking at the wine he had just drunk.

She smelled something wrong, if it was strong wine, why was he still so conscious?

"What do you say?" Zhuo said in a deep voice, turning around and walking forward with a rope.

But Yao Rong rushed forward and overwhelmed him, and when Zhuo Song didn't react, she grabbed the rope, tied him up, and whispered, "Young man, do you dare to play yin with me?"

Zhuo staggered and swallowed her saliva as she picked up the rope, tied his hands and feet, and tied him to the side, she stared at him with cold eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"You're not drunk?" Zhuo Song's deep dark eyes stared at her little face, obviously not surprised, but also not suspicious.

Yao Rong got up, walked to the side, opened the wardrobe, took out a wide shirt and put it on.

He tied up his hair, stepped aside, took a bottle of drink, and said, "I drank fruit wine just now, and the bottle you drank is the real spirit." ”

Although she doesn't drink well, she doesn't get drunk when she drinks fruit wine.

Zhuo Song was outside, and all he saw was an illusion.

"It seems that the longest road that I, Zhuo Song, has walked, is Miss Yao Rong's routine, you say, what do you want me to do now?" Zhuo Song cynically teased her.

Then, the man thought for a moment and said, "You want to play something else?"

"Ready to have a bully?" Zhuo Song guessed, his dark eyes staring at her little face. cop> "Who said I wanted to play with you? I want to cripple you now, so that you don't have to go out and cheat on the girl. She stepped aside, picked up a soft whip, and whipped it toward the bed.

Zhuo Song didn't dare. The man said in a deep voice.

"Smack. Yao Rong took the soft whip, tossed it a few times, looked at him with cold eyes, reached out and pinched his chin, and said, "Don't dare?"

Zhuo pouted his lips, suddenly raised his head, and stole a kiss on her lips.

His hands and feet were bound by her, but his body was still able to move.

Because it was a fake whip, it didn't hurt to smoke, so she swung another whip at his body, pointed at the tip of his nose and said, "You dare to play hooligan?"

Zhuo Song lay there quietly and raised his hand to her.

Yao Rong listened, laughed inexplicably, took half a step back, sat down on the sofa, and looked sideways at Zhuo Song's appearance, she was angry and hateful, and she actually felt funny.

Yao Rong got up, stepped forward, and lifted the quilt vigorously.

"Miss Yao, welcome to come, now that you have figured it out, are you ready to forgive Zhuo?" Zhuo was full of teasing, and she reached out and pinched his skin hard.

She slapped him and said, "Be quiet!"

"On the street next door, it's a woman! Yao Rong said coldly.

She didn't dare to look at the man's body, so she turned around and brought the medicine box.

Smeared the medicine on him, stroked his scars with his fingertips, and said, "Actually, it's okay if there's a little scar, it's just ......."

She said, her nose drunk.

"When you tried to save me, the scar on your back is still there. Yao Rong said, his fingertips touching his waist, looking at a long knife wound there.

She didn't know that Yao Shengming sent someone to kill him from this wound, and Zhuo Song avoided it because he was skilled! Otherwise, if she was replaced by someone else, she would have died a long time ago.

"How can I let you bear it alone?" Yao Rong said softly.

Seeing that he was covered with various injuries, it symbolized that he had gone through life and death and crawled out of the ghost gate.

"It's going to be fine. Zhuo Song's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't bear to look at her like this.